This is my first published story. If you are under eighteen or don't like two men in love, don't read this. The story does take a while to get to the sex part, so if that's the only reason you're here, you can skip to the end. Enjoy, and please comment!
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As Terry Bane pulled into the driveway of a familiar cabin in western Montana, he wondered whether this was a good idea. He had gotten an email a few weeks ago from an old flame who owned this cabin, inviting him to catch up on old times. George had been a pain in the ass in the best possible way, and they had parted on good terms, but Terry hadn't spoken to him in almost two years.
He considered his situation: a mostly single electrical engineer, who had worked for Bluetooth for the past few months. Before that, he had worked for a string of technology companies. Terry wasn't bad looking for a man of twenty-four, and while he was never the most athletic man in the club, he worked out often enough to keep himself in shape. His somewhat shaggy hair was a dirty blonde, though he kept it shorter now than he did in college. At a little under 180 centimeters and a little over 60 kilograms, he wasn't a model but he certainly wasn't unattractive.
The smell of tomato sauce and chicken wafting from the cabin brought Terry back to the situation at hand. This was his last chance to walk away unscathed: he could get back in his car, drive back home, call George and cancel. That option was very tempting, but Terry knew that if he left now, he would never know what would have happened had he stayed. On the other hand if he stayed, there were one hundred and one ways this weekend could go wrong. Terry stood in front of the cabin for fifteen minutes before deciding to jump in and get it over with.
As he opened the door he was met by the sight of a rustic living room, the sound of someone humming in the kitchen and the smell of chicken primavera. After a moment, the humming stopped and George Hammond appeared. He stood ten centimeters taller than Terry, and he did look like a model (Okay, maybe a slight exaggeration, but still...). George was tan, with dark chestnut hair cropped close to his head, and weighed just less than 75 kilograms. His four years in the Navy and hours spent running and at the gym every week had given him an enviable physique. He now worked for the National Parks Service, and was the man Terry wanted with him when the zombie apocalypse happened. George was strong but gentle, handsome but humble, and he could cook.
After a few seconds of silence George said "Hey."
'Hey?' Of all of the anticlimactic, uninspired, unromantic things that could have come out of his mouth, he said 'hey'?
"I didn't think you'd come."
"I wasn't sure."
"Are you glad you did?"
"Still not sure."
George cracked a smile that scared Terry almost as much as it made him horny.
Over dinner, a few minutes later
"This is really good, I had forgotten how delicious your cooking is."
"It's nice to have someone to appreciate it. It's especially nice having you to appreciate it, Terry."
"I'll appreciate your food anytime. But..."
"Something wrong? Is the chicken underdone?"
"No, the food's perfect, I was just wondering why you invited me here."
Terry was guessing that he was the fourth-string backup. He was surprised when George spoke up.
