Latakia

Petey, when I undress you with my eyes, I get blinded by that fluorescent orange crab-trap you call your bush and immediately dress you again. And where the hell does anyone get hair that color anyway? What exactly did your mom screw to have you, huh? Carrots? Or pumpkins? Maybe a traffic cone? Is your dad a traffic cone, Petey?

Is it true that your last name is Goodend? Are you really a gay guy with the last name Goodend? Because if it is, man, that's like, totally freakin' awesome!

Trust and faith in one another makes us more than what we could be without it.

What the hell did you say to him, Petey?” Petey said, “A simple seven-word statement of fact.” Matt grinned. “What? My dick is smaller than a housefly’s?” “I’ve got a rifle with a silencer.

And you’re a disgrace to the Tuttle family, you know? I gotta teach you how to throw a punch and you’re gonna learn how to fucking swim. I’m not jumping in to save your sorry ass every time you can’t figure out how to lift your fat head up out of the bathtub.” Matt said, “Fine.” Petey nodded once and said, “Good.” Matt growled, “Whatever.” “Yeah.” “Done.” “Fuck you.

You heard the flamer, asswipe! Get lost! He doesn’t need you anymore. He’s got fifteen real men here lined up to butt-fuck him tonight.” Brian

Matt continued to look at Mope like he had tapped a special bullshit reserve to feed him. “None

They groaned and Matt commanded, “Do it! Petey, I’ll give you a few extra seconds to find that puny thing of yours.” They all obliged Matt and let him take a photo of them with their hands in their crotches grabbing their dicks. Petey

Travis shifted around so he could change places with Matt. He wanted to put his head on Matt’s chest. He wanted to hear Matt’s heartbeat. Make sure it was still there. He thought about the close call and how he had been Matt’s heartbeat today, his breath. If he was lucky, he still was. And if he was honest, as far back as a lonely night on a road outside of Latakia, Matt had become his heartbeat and his breath.

Travis took a deep breath. He turned to Matt and put his hand behind Matt’s neck, pulling his face to his own. Their lips met and Travis relaxed into the kiss. He hadn’t realized how much he had needed to kiss Matt all night. Their faces pressed together, their tongues met and slipped against one another, and Travis felt the familiar crunch of the facial hair around Matt’s mouth pressing into him. Inside him, the hot ember burned brighter and hotter, its warmth spreading out through his entire body. Travis pulled back, his face only an inch away from Matt’s. He could see the orange firelight dancing in Matt’s eyes. He ran his hand along the back of Matt’s head. Matt grinned and said, “I love you, Trav.” Travis nodded and said, “I love you, too, Matty.