It's a Beautiful Night

We were walking through the mall, my hand in his back pocket; his in mine. We were both 23 and had wanted to be able to do this when we were 18. Mattie; I loved him so… fuckin much and I always knew he loved me by his look.

He pulled his hand from my pocket saying he needed to pee and walked down the long hall. I window shopped not getting so far away he couldn’t find me; then the music started. There was a group gathering in the small courtyard and I wished he was here to see this.

“It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something fun to do; hey baby, I think I want to marry you,” and he pointed at others watching. Where was he? This shit doesn’t happen every day.

I texted his sorry ass and he sent ‘there’s a line'.

I thought back to when we were fifteen; what a fuckin day that was. We couldn’t have even thought about shit like this happening when we left school. We were walkers, only lived like ten minutes away, and I didn’t see it.

We were going through the crosswalk and he pushed me, I hit the ground, heard him hit the hood of the car, and glass breaking. A drunk driver never even put on the breaks until Mattie rolled back onto the pavement.

I-fuckin-freaked-out. There was blood, his face, and head, and bones sticking out the tight jeans of his right leg. Breath. “Get away from him,” ‘I’ve seen the videos. I yelled like an animal reaching down taking his head in my hands.

“Are you, ok?” he asked opening his eyes. I was in melt-down-mode.

The guy staggered out of his car and I lost it. I was on my feet, then the hood of his car, and fuckin body slammed that bastard to the ground. I have only heard, second hand, and videos’, what I was screaming as I pummeled his face until whoever, pulled me off.

I heard Mattie scream, saw him with a crowd gathered round, and I broke free pushing people aside as I came down next to him. “Brady? What’s going on?” And I made him lay back.

“My leg?” He said trying to sit up again.

“Mathew. Don’t.” I told him as he looked into my eyes; it was all I could do not to cry.

“Is it that bad?” he asked and his eyes rolled back.

We? I guess? I, arrived at the hospital right after him. Pins and screws, surgery, and a Mondo fucking cast up to his nuts. I broke a finger on each hand and was being treated for shock as a dozen people wanted me to tell them what happened.

I just rested back ignoring all the questions. I only had one; why, Mathew?

I was released that night, I’d thrown up a few times, and my Mom gave me a pill when we got home telling me he’d be fine.

I didn’t go to sleep, was stoned as fuck, more than any other time in my life. But I refused to sleep. I didn’t actually see it all happen because he pushed me; I did see him hit the ground and roll. I pounded on my parent’s door, “He’s got to be awake by now.” And my mom came out dressed.

The ride wasn’t that long but my anxiety, the meter was bouncing on red. He was eating pudding when I walked in and smiled a stoned smile when he saw me.

“Dude. You beat up a senior citizen. Why aren’t you in jail?” He said pointing as he started laughing and handed me a big black marker.

“Why? Mathew? Why’d you push me?” I needed to know.

“I was behind you, dumbass. I saw what was happening; or what was gonna happen. I hope if you’d been behind me you would have done the same thing. Want some pudding?” And he smiled so big his eyes closed.

If he wasn’t fuckin hurt; he is so… fuckin lucky. I reached down intertwining my casted hand in his, looked him in the eyes wanting to see the reaction, and it made me smile. “I want Vanilla,” I told him and he pushed the button.

His mom took his phone, the news blurred the images, there must have been a hundred videos’.

“Dude?” He said out of the blue, and I turned to him.

“Dude? I can’t have my Mom help me to the bathroom; my Dad either. I’ve been looking at this cast, there’s no way I can; I mean.” And his eyes were serious, not stoned.

“Mattie? I got your back, and your front, if you need. You saved my fucking life.” I knew what he was going to say.

“I’m not being dramatic.” I beat him. He might have been stoned, but I beat him.

It was a long, six months. But they flew by. I stayed with him, helped him, and I helped him in other ways as well. When something like this happens, I mean, my best friend, I was there for him. What can I say?

I asked him every day; “Why’d you do that, Mathew?” Every day I asked him that.

Finely? It was like the second changing of his cast, I asked again. “Because, I love you, ok?” It sounded like he was pissed telling me that.

To be honest; I’d done things for him; he’d helped me with my broken fingers and all.

“Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice, who, cares baby, I think I wanna Marry you.” A kid about our age sang.

“Where are you,” I asked? “It’s a fuckin flash mob,” I told him.

“I’m next,” he told me and I looked around trying to find the victim of such an embarrassing thing.

Our parents agreed that I should stay and help him with his needs, mine thankful it wasn’t me, and his thankful, I could do for him what they didn’t want to. I remembered the day he came home.

It was a Friday when it happened and I went to school Monday. Mathew came home that afternoon. I mean, when something like this happens, it draws attention. First was the School District.

They wanted no part of what happened, wanted validation that they had done all they could, and were the most desperate for my statement. I mean, a lot had happened, in the last three years. In the fog, in front of the school one morning, a school bus driver hit and killed a kid.

It was still kind of dark that day, he just walked in front of the bus with his headphones on. The poor driver had PTSD so… bad, she resigned. It was determined she held NO blame, but she was disabled having killed a kid with her bus.

The District, along with, The County, installed flashing ‘School Zone’ lights back then. I mean, there were two crossing guards when we made our way across the two lanes.

I just went to his house. “Dude? Help me up the stairs,” He asked when I walked in.

“Brady?” He asked.

“Shut up and help me, lard ass,” I told him as I smiled.

“That remark is gonna cost you but I really need to pee.” He told me.

“I got casts on both fuckin hands. If anyone is gonna need help peeing, it’ll be me.” I thought I’d set some ground rules.

“I got your dick, Dude.” He told me at the top of the stairs; I fuckin near let go of him.

As days passed I went to school, slept next to him in his double bed, and we helped each other out. Yes, I helped him to the toilet but he could take care of those needs. Me, on the other hand. I was boned all the time.

I mean, casts on both hands, no way in hell could I jackoff; Maddie knew and stepped up for me. It was the first time, a hand of another than my own, helped me to a climax.

“Dude? That was some serious distance,” he complimented me not stopping his movements till my hand came down on his.

OK. This was a first for me, but I really needed to get off. Mathew seemed to know and didn’t mind. I mean, he’d given me a couple sponge baths, saw how I grew hard with him doing what he did.

It started then, the first week; we took care of each other. I let him do for me when we were in bed, I did for him when he washed my body. He was taller than me, hair darker than mine, and he’d told me that he loved me.

I remembered the day he came back to school, had the short bus drop us off. My best friend was a rock star and I shined in his light. He hated crutches, gave a pen to anyone who wanted to sign his cast, and I hovered as he used me as a crutch.

“Where are you?” I asked again. “You’re gonna miss it.”

“I’m up next.” the call ended. And it started over. “I Love you, you know?” Fuck. I knew it. I was the poor sap.

“It’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something fun to do; Hey, Brady? I think I wanna marry you.” And he pointed at me as others came out dancing.

OK. Someones gonna get a serious ass-kicking.

“Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice? Cum on, Brady; I think I wanna marry you.” He was so… gonna get it.

It had been three weeks and the third cast, he’d jack me every other night and gave me sponge baths every morning. He never asked why his hands made me hard, washed all of me including my balls and ass, And he would only smile at my naked ass in the mirror.

We were both on our backs in bed and I rolled his way. I lowered his sleep pants under his ball and told him to shut up. I made him hard in less than a minute, lowered my face down to his tool that was dripping; I licked the head.

How do you determine what defines gay? He was my bud who took pity and offered a helping hand. Now after a few weeks, I wanted to return the favor in a grander way. I’d never done this, had thought about it but had never.

He made a feeble attempt to stop me, said I didn’t need to, but in the end I took my best friend's cock in my mouth. I think for most guys this happens naturally. It was for me.

Matt had his casts changer every week because of infection risk and he had one. His temperature spiked the night before the third cast. Sleeping next to him I knew. I knocked on his parent’s door. We couldn’t wake him and called an aid car.

Gang-green was setting in. There was talk about him losing the leg; like it was just a thing. It, would fuckin kill him losing his leg. I needed to talk to somebody. Didn’t happen. He didn’t go to school for a couple of days after that.

He knew how pissed off I was. When an infection like that takes hold of you, you know. He knew it. And he knew, I knew, he knew it. There’s some serious shit that’s gonna happen tonight.

“I can smell you, Brady. Let me”? I knew he was talking about the wash. I couldn’t smell me.

“I’m not gonna let you manipulate me, Mathew.”

“You are acting like a big fuckin girl.” I should have seen it; he was pissed at himself.

Bam. I hit him in the fuckin face and Mattie was down. I knew there was no way he could get up on his own and I stood over him. “Want this, big old girl, to help you up?” I’d have pulled him up halfway and punched him again. I didn’t.

“I’m sorry. He told me.

“You realize you need to talk to someone, right?” I asked.

“You are the one who beat up a Senior Citizen. If anyone needs counseling, it’s you.” I walked over to his bed, looked at him on the floor, and watched him try and get up.

“Had enough?” I asked.He was foaming at the fuckin mouth.

“Just stop. You’re gonna bust a stitch and we will be doing a rerun.” That did not go over well.

I walked over, got behind him hoisting his frame-up, and pulling his body to my front. And just held him like that. He had his balance, didn’t try to do anything, and I kissed his neck. I mean my eyes were closed and I kissed his neck. Mathew leaned his head back giving me the green light to continue.

I did. My lips touching his neck till he moved to the other side and I started all over again. We began swaying back and forth a little, I groped his crotch with my casted hand, He was hard. “You know I love you too, right?” I felt him nod.

He turned; I mean pivoted on his cast, still in my arms. He leaned down and kissed my neck, moved from side to side, then he was right in front of my eyes. His face was kind of expressionless, he looked at me tilting a little to the right and mine went left.

I closed my eyes leaning in, felt his chapped lips touch mine, we both pulled back and licked our lips. We came back together kissing someone other than our mom’s for the first time. We pulled back again, I think to evaluate the reaction of the other, smiled at each other, and moved towards the bed.

He pulled down his sleep pants, turned to me doing my button and zipper, and dropped my underwear with my pants. Someone just went, all in. I was ready, I mean more than ready. “Tell me if this hurts,” I asked rolling to his midsection ready for the next step.

“It hurts.” He told me almost immediately and I rolled off.

“Tell me if this hurts, Brady?” And he scooted down taking me in his hand than his mouth.

I mean, I was seriously considering taking him in my ass. I’d sucked him and he’d jacked me, washed my ass for me, and made me cum harder than I ever had in my life. This was a first for me, Mattie didn’t need to, it was obvious he wanted to.

“Mathew?” I said.

“One more word and I will stop.” He announced.

I didn’t open my mouth again until I couldn’t hold back the climax moan. Like with his hands he didn’t let up, long after he’d pulled from me a country of unborn children, did he finally pull off. “That was fun.” He announced, licking his lips.

I don’t know if the infection scared him, if me telling him for the first time, I loved him, or if it was the kiss. Our life began.

We started our senior year, rarely slept apart, and we grew together. We moved on if you will. Both of us topped for the other, sucked like our lives depended on it, and the months passed. The others must have been blind not seeing us.

I could still do all the things he couldn’t anymore, Baseball, Basketball, He had to be careful. We had starting running, him wanting to strengthen the leg. He fell in the woods trying to overtake me. I called 911.

One of the unbreakable pins; did just that. He kept telling me he was fine as the red showed on his pants. “What am I going to do with you, Matt?”

The pin became a rod and he was casted up again. I walked in, “You beat up a senior citizen, why aren’t you in jail?” He asked laughing.

“That guy went to jail, Dude. I want, vanilla.” I told him.

“I’ve been pushing the button and no one’s cuming.”

“You know you’re gonna have this cast at Graduation?” I asked.

“And that is a deal, like how?” and the nurse walked in.

“Finally! We need some fucking pudding.” And he smiled to a face that didn’t return his smile.

“Really???” She was not amused.

“Yes. Really. I’ve been pushing this fuckin button for like; Forever.” He really didn’t need to say that.

“I will do the best I can, Your Majesty. How about you go change a couple bed pans we’ll I get you your, fucking pudding.”

I stepped up. “I’m sorry. He is obviously over medicated.” It was all I had.

She looked at his chart, then at me. “Fine.”She said.

“You push that fuckin button more than once; you really don’t want to see my face in the door.” OK. I’m good with that and told him so.

That was months ago and now we were receiving our Diploma’s. He was always ahead of me, Larson before Lewis. He didn’t leave the stage.

From your Author:

Us writers; what can I say? I, need distractions. I was in Cedar’s for two days and another two on the boat going home. Sometimes it’s a name; more often a song. I did feel good, like better than I had in years.

Robby and I talked a lot and even more with, Parker. Like had happened years ago, when my Robby did this; He took a lot from Parker just like Rob did. Even started calling him, Park.

We’ve been home for a couple weeks; the procedure wasn’t as bad as a chest zipper. And the boys and I took the bus to Manzanita. Robby was so comfortable behind the wheel, I let him drive the last ten miles, curves, hills and all. RJC.