Chapter 2 - November

November

An autumn wind was blowing as Brandon briskly walked down an unfamiliar street. Winter was right around the corner and he was not looking forward to the cooler weather at all. Brandon always imagined himself living near the ocean in a part of the world that never had winter. The cold cut right through him.

It had been three weeks since Matt visited his apartment. He had fallen asleep and when he woke up Matt had disappeared. He checked his phone and found a text that read "Sorry to leave you, got a call about an artifact that was found. I have research to do. Will be busy for awhile... Sorry. This is why I don't usually date." Brandon had, of course, over thought this quite thoroughly in the past weeks. Up until that point he hadn't really thought much about whether or not they were officially dating or what he should be calling their relationship. Thinking of Matt as his boyfriend sounded kind of funny. It always made him giddy.

He didn't, however, enjoy not seeing his brand new boyfriend for three weeks. Class was cancelled in favour of online assignments. He sent a couple text messages but didn't get any response. He was starting to get worried. A part of him wondered if Matt had changed his mind about their relationship and ran away, but then, why would he leave a message? Convincing himself that Matt must be wrapped up in his research, or worse. He contacted the school and got his mailing address which he really hoped was also where Matt lived. 

This was the reason Brandon found himself standing outside the door of a run down looking town house, hands numb from the cold, knocking on a heavy red door. No one answered. He looked around for a doorbell and unable to find anything knocked again louder. He stretched to peak through the small window near the top but couldn't make out anything but shadows. He clenched his fists and started pounding even more feverishly until his numb hands ached. Sighing her turned to leave when he heard footsteps from inside. He straightened himself up as the door opened slowly. 

Matt looked so awful Brandon had to do a double take. It was him. His hair was even messier and matter then ever. His eyes which were normally full of life looked dull and glazed over with dark circles underneath. His face was pale and sickly and his whole body appeared gaunt. It looked like he hadn't had a thing to eat or a minute of sleep in days. Every bit of spunk he had was gone.

Matt just stared at him, dumbfounded. Of course, he wasn't expecting any visitors, let alone Brandon at his door so it made sense that he would be surprised. Still, Brandon had hoped Matt at least would be happy to see him.

"What are you doing here?" Matt questioned coming across a bit short.

"I... I wanted to see you. I was worried. You didn't answer my texts..." Brandon explained defensively. Matt's eyes softened and Brandon could tell he wasn't mad, just stressed. Matt opened the door wide and invited Brandon into his house.

If Brandon's clean and simple apartment was day this place was night. It was clear that this old house hadn't been fixed up, and quite possibly cleaned, for years. Off the very small entrance way was the kitchen with dishes piled high in the sink. The coffee maker was out with a half full pot. On the far side was a kitchen table although it would be impossible to eat there with it covered in books. Opposite the kitchen was what seemed to be a living room, although it wasn't used as such. There was a large desk covered with papers and folders except for an open laptop. In front of the fire place sat a large chair although it looked like neither had been used in some time. There was a tall bookshelf missing half it's contents which were presumably on the kitchen table.

Matt collapsed onto his office chair and Brandon sat gingerly in the large chair in front of the fireplace. It was chilly and he kept his jacket on wishing there was a fire to warm his frozen hands. He rubbed his hands together as he watched Matt pluck away at his computer. It seemed like an eternity before Matt finally got up and walked up behind Brandon's chair. Brandon felt warm arms wrap around his neck and a head rest on his shoulder next to his ear. He could feel himself starting to warm up already, this time from being flustered. He really hoped that he would get over that soon. Matt gently kissed him on the cheek and Brandon felt it go from warm to hot.

"Thank you for coming." Matt whispered in Brandon's ear. "Why are you so cold?"

"It's cold outside..." Brandon explained shyly. He was always a little embarrassed by how much the cold affected him, it certainly wasn't very manly. Matt held him for a moment longer before getting up and walking into the kitchen. He poured coffee for both of them and sat down at the table, closing and stacking a few books so they each had a small place to put their mugs. Brandon sat down and welcomed the warmth from the hot drink on his hands.

"I do research for a 3rd party trying to prove the ancient astronaut theory and trying to predict when the will return." Matt began, the colour returning to his face and excitement building in his voice. "A team of archaeologists in Machu Picchu found something, well, world changing!" he slid a picture over to Brandon that looked like a black ball with flat sides.

"It's a dodecahedron!" Matt exclaimed excitedly, as if that meant something. When Brandon didn't react the same way Matt's eyes narrowed. "It's dated back to the same time as Emperor Pachacuti."

"How?" questioned Brandon, his eyes wide. "There's now way they could have chiseled a shape like that. What's it made out of, iron?"

Matt jumped up out of his seat. "That's the best part!" he yelled. "It's an unknown metal. No one can identify it. Do you know why?!"

"Aliens?" Brandon suggested lazily.

"Aliens!" Matt bellowed. Brandon was happy to see the excitement on his face as he went on to explain that he was researching around the clock on trying to figure out what it might have been and what it could have been used for.

"You still could have called." Brandon pouted. "Is it a key?"

"That's what I think, they're still out there looking for somewhere it might unlock but no luck so far. There's trying to get a permit for a new site but that could take months." he sighed.

Brandon finished his coffee and stood up to put the mug in the sink, then came back to grab Matt's. Before he could reach it Matt grabbed him around the waist and pull him down onto his lap. Brandon blushed profusely. They hadn't even spoke since they last... Spent time together and all of those memories were back in his head all at once. There was something Brandon had to know though.

"What is this, that we're doing, exactly?" Brandly asked coyly.

"Well.. We're hugging, I think." Matt muttered back, confused.

"I've never dated anyone before." Brandon confessed sheepishly.

"I kind of figured that. I normally can't stay in relationships. I get too involved with my research, then I don't call, and they dump me. Or they think I'm crazy, can you believe THAT?" Matt seemed to be joking but Brandon wasn't entirely sure.

"A-are we in a relationship?" Brandon blurted hoping to finally get the answer he was looking for. Matt was quiet for a second thinking about what he was going to say next.

"I thought I made it pretty clear last time how I felt about you. Of course we're dating. How could I pass up a boyfriend as cute as you?" Matt teased and ruffled Brandon's hair. Brandon looked up and kissed Matt gently. This was the first time he initiated it and almost melted in his arms as their lips met. It felt like it had been forever since they were last together and sitting here on his lap kissing was almost too much. Matt held his arm around Brandon's waist and held him close as he kissed back. I love you Brandon thought to himself.

Matt's phone rang and he quickly pulled it out of his pocket and answered. Brandon tried to squirm away but Matt held him on his lap so he rested his head on Matt's chest. He could kind of hear the guy on the other line telling Matt about how they think they knew where something was, that they would have a permit sometime in January, and that they wanted Matt to join them. Matt agreed excitedly and asked if he could bring along a friend. Hanging up the phone he reexplained all this to Brandon and added, "I want you to come with me."

Brandon didn't know where he was going or what he would be doing but a chance to be part of an archaeological dig was a dream come true, even if they were searching for something that only existed in pseudoscience. That weird shape was on his mind though.... He glanced out the window to see the sun was already setting. It was getting late and he could feel his stomach start to rumble. Matt's hand was resting against it and giggled. He picked up his phone again and ordered delivery from somewhere or another without even asking Brandon.

"There." Matt grinned. "I ordered us food, you can't leave. It won't be here for awhile though, do you mind if I shower?"

Brandon muttered "not at all" before Matt let him up and stood himself. He grabbed Brandon's arm and led him to his bedroom. At home Brandon's bed was made and his clothes were comfortably in their drawers but Matt's room was far different. The blankets were half falling off the bed, clothes were strewn everywhere, and there was even a few piles of paperwork on the dresser. This was someone who might even put more effort into his work then Brandon did.

He looked back over at Matt who was in the process of removing his clothes. His shirt was already on the floor revealing his bare chest. Brandon blushed. Last time he hadn't gotten a good look at Matt without his clothes on, it was weird seeing him undressing in the light. He slipped his pants off and Brandon noticed that he didn't have socks on at his house either. He wondered if Matt ever wore socks, but only for a small moment, since Matt had removed his underwear that was quite distracting. Matt flashed him a seductive grin as he turned towards he bathroom and Brandon noticed he had several long scars on his back. He suddenly realized that he really didn't know much about this guy at all.

The door was still open and Brandon could hear the shower running. It was amazing to him how other people could be so open, he would be far too embarrassed to strip down in front of Matt like this, even if he had seen him naked once before. Brandon shook his head trying to get the dirty thoughts out of his head but he still found himself peaking around the corner into the bathroom. The shower had very clear glass and and you could see everything through it. Matt's eyes were closed under the water as Brandon stared. Matt looked out and Brandon quickly hid around the corner.

He leaned against the wall with his heart racing. How embarrassing to be caught sneaking a peak! He heard Matt snicker from the bathroom. It was the kind of mocking laugh he was already starting to recognize as him being caught.

"You wanna join me?" Matt called from the bathroom in a playful voice. Brandon swallowed hard. Do I want to join him? he wondered. This stuff still made him so nervous. "That wasn't a joke!" Matt called out again. "C'mon, I saw you."

Brandon considered it and removed his coat, but then thought about how Matt would be looking at him with no clothes on and decided against it. He reluctantly peered around the corner. He could have stood in the doorway watching Matt for hours but instead approached the door so it would be easier to talk. Before he could say anything the shower door shot open and Matt pulled him in, clothes an all. He was pressed between the wall and Matt as his clothes got more and more soaked.

"I was going to say no." Brandon complained. "And now I have no dry clothes."

"We better get those off of you then!" Matt cheered helping Brandon out of his shirt. As he pulled it up over Brandon's head it tangled on his outstretched arms. Holding them in the air with one hang Matt leaned in and kissed Brandon passionately on the lips. Water rushed over their heads and down their faces making it hard to breathe. Matt pulled away and let go of Brandon's arms leaving him to pull the sticky wet shirt off. Taking advantage of his slight struggle Matt started undoing his pants making sure to stroke his crotch as much as possible in the process.

"Mmm..." moaned Brandon, feeling himself already start to get hard. You could make out the outline of it through his wet underwear as Matt pulled Brandon's pants down and tossed them over the top of the shower. Brandon's shirt fell to the floor and he could feel the warm water rushing over his body. Matt pulled him close and kissed him roughly. Matt was hard and pushing against Brandon's stomach as they kissed. His knees bucked and he buried his face in Matt's chest as he caught himself.

Matt rested a hand on Brandon's head and gently pushed it down. Brandon found himself on his knees facing Matt's crotch. Despite his quiet reserve and not having done this before Brandon was eager to try. He thought about what he would like and gently licked the tip to tease. Even with the water rushing down he could taste precum on is tongue and carefully licked off any more that came out.

"Mm.. You're a tease." Matt moaned. He must have been doing something right so Brandon continued by putting the entire head in his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. He could barely make out Matt's quiet moans through the shower. Gently running his teeth along he slid more of his cock into his mouth. Matt moaned louder and Brandon pushed in as much as he could, gagging. He started to slide it in and out of his mouth starting off slow then moving faster and faster. As he continued he could hear Matt moaning louder which encouraged him to continue. From time to time he stopped the in and out motion to lick the head and up the shaft, to suck hard on the tip, or rub with his hand. Matt had let go of Brandon's head to put both hands on the sides of the shower for support. He moaned louder.

"I-I'm going to..." Matt whispered through moans. Brandon barely heard him and stared working even harder. Seconds later he felt something hot inside his mouth. He swallowed quickly but still managed to get some on his chin. Matt collapsed on the floor of the shower in a sitting position and there was barely enough room for both of them. He looked over at Brandon who was trying to wipe his face and smiled sadistically. Brandon was already red from the hot shower so his blushing went unnoticed. Matt pulled him onto his lap so Brandon was straddling him.

"You did good." he whispered in Brandon's ear. "Our food will be here soon, let me return the favour quickly." and suddenly his hand was wrapped around Brandon's shaft tightly. Brandon let out a soft moan and leaned forward, burying his face in Matt's collarbone. Matt wrapped his free hand around Brandon's back as he started moving his hand up and down. Just from pleasuring Matt Brandon was already very turned on and he knew he would last long. The intoxicating feeling of being held so close and the warm water rushing down wasn't helping.

It was obvious that Matt had experience. Brandon wondered how someone like him found so many guys to date when he could never seem to tell who was gay and who wasn't. Then again, Matt could tell that Brandon was into him pretty easily. Either way it felt amazing to have Matt's skilled hand rubbing up and down him. He held firmly, just enough before it might hurt, and occasionally rubbed the tip or ran his nails down the shaft. He increased the pace and Brandon moaned loudly rubbing his face against Matt's bare skin. He could feel himself building and was able to mutter "soon" between moans and holding his breath with pleasure.

"Ma-a-aahhhtt" Brandon moaned when he couldn't hold back any longer. He could feel hot cum drip out of his tip running over Matt's hand and down the shaft. Brandon shuttered then held still against Matt, needing a moment to recover. Brandon could hear loud knocking coming from the front door and Matt got up and wrapped a towel around himself, leaving Brandon sitting with the water pouring over him. He had a brief moment of jealously as Matt answered the door wearing nothing but a towel but decided not to say anything as he washed himself off.

A minute later Matt was back in the bathroom handing him a towel and getting himself dressed. He left out a shirt and pants for Brandon to wear as well which he reluctantly put on, although he was pretty excited to wear Matt's clothes. It even smells like him. He thought, bringing the shirt up to his face. Wait, I'm acting like a total needy girlfriend right now. He realized but wasn't sure what he could do about that. With Matt being almost a foot taller Brandon was swimming in his clothes. His shirt was too long and the pants kept falling down, even more when he tried to walk because he kept stepping on them.

Brandon came out of the bathroom to find Matt serving dinner in the kitchen. Matt looked him over and giggled.

"Well those don't fit!" he announced. "You look damn cute though." Brandon blushed, Matt was always so forward. He said what he thought and didn't care about the consequences. Matt suddenly looked serious. "I wont abandon you again, OK?" he said softly, wrapping his arms around Brandon and hugging him close. For whatever reason Brandon couldn't handle his emotions any longer and started to cry.

"I was just... So.. Worried... And I thought... And I thought..." Brandon sniffled pitifully. "I thought you didn't want me anymore." Matt held Brandon tighter.

"Don't be stupid! Of course I want you. Have you seen you?" Matt explained but Brandon didn't really understand. "From the moment I saw you back at registration I hoped you were in the class I was teaching. I was thrilled when I caught you staring! You're so cute, and innocent, and damn those blue eyes..."

Brandon was quite embarrassed and shyly mumbled something about the food getting cold as he pulled away. Matt smiled at him and sat down at the table. Dinner was chicken teriyaki which happily was one of Brandon's favourite things to eat. Brandon glanced into the kitchen and noticed the time. 9:00. He couldn't believe it was already that late. He noticed Matt was quiet as well and his head was starting to hang with exhaustion. Brandon wondered when the last time he slept was.

"You're going to bed." Brandon ordered helping Matt out of his chair. Groggily they walked to Matt's bed where he collapsed and fell asleep quickly. Brandon covered him up and gently kissed him on the head. "Goodnight, I love you" he whispered as he left the room. His clothes were still soaked so he put on his jacket and quietly let himself out. It was much colder out now and he made it home as quickly as he could.

That night as Brandon fell asleep in his bed, still wearing Matt's shirt, he started to believe he finally had a real relationship. He wondered how his parents would react to the news of their only son dating a guy. I can't hid forever. He reasoned with himself. It's not fair that my sister gets to bring home her 'wonderful' boyfriend but I have to stay in hiding. It was already clear to him that Matt was 'out' but Brandon was still unsure how to go about it himself. It would take him awhile to stop being embarrassed in public or gather the courage to tell his parents. Trying to stay positive Brandon drifted off to sleep.

The following week Brandon was lucky enough to get replies when he sent text messages to Matt. Most were normal conversation about Matt's research or Brandon's school work but every now and then some of them would catch Brandon off guard. It always surprised him that someone who came across as so eccentric had such a dirty mind. Not that he didn't enjoy the attention, mind you. They had made plans to go out that Friday night and Brandon was glad that they were back to spending regular time together. Friday's class was even more awkward than before but Brandon really enjoyed seeing Matt talking about something he was so excited in, even if an ancient astronaut theory was pretty crazy.

Brandon had an important assignment to complete and Matt was helping him as they sipped drinks in the pub. He was really happy to have Matt there to give him pointers; anything that improved his grades was good. He always did well but had an irrational fear of failure making him strive to work much harder. Matt insisted that he sit next to Brandon in the booth and alternated between keeping his arm around his shoulder and stealing kisses. Brandon was still embarrassed and tried to shrug him off but Matt wouldn't take no for an answer. As the night grew later they decided to call it a night.

Brandon was bundled up in a hat, coat, and gloves but Matt just had on his light jacket and Brandon wondered how he wasn't cold. While he was contemplating this Matt grabbed the sides of Brandon's hat and pulled him in for a kiss. Hoping no one was watching he returned it gently.

"Hey, faggot!" a drunk voice bellowed. Matt turned putting himself slightly in front of Brandon. He could still see the guy was much bigger then either of them and when his two buddies came out behind he knew it was time to leave. He tried to turn and tug at Matt's hand but he just stood there.

"Who are you talking to, noble giant?" Matt harassed. Brandon was sure they were going to die.

"Oh, the girl has balls!" the man mocked and his friends joined him in laughter.

"Come on, let's go..." Brandon whispered to Matt.

"I'm not a girl, but if you said it I must be so pretty!" Matt harassed back. Brandon tugged on him harder but he stood his ground.

"What did you say, fag? You think you can just come around here being perverted and talk to ME that way? I'm going to fuck you and your little bitch up." the man was walking towards them now. Tears were filling Brandon's eyes. He wanted to run away but he couldn't leave Matt.

"Fuck a guy? Are you gay? If you touch him I'll kill you..." Matt yelled, he sounded more angry than Brandon had ever seen him. The guy was now just a few feet away and ready to take a swing. Impulse took over and Brandon let go of Matt's hand, jumping in front of him. Tears were running down his cheeks.

"Stop! Don't hurt him! Leave us alone!" Brandon cried. The guy stopped and looked at him, then chuckled.

"Got your girlfriend protecting you, you people have no class." the guy insulted. "Let me teach you how to behave."

"Brandon, what are you doing!" Matt yelled. "Don't you dare touch him!"

Matt started pulling Brandon away from the guy and the last thing Brandon remembered was seeing a fist coming towards him.

Brandon woke up feeling very sore. His face was throbbing and the pain in his chest was excruciating. His right eye was swollen and he couldn't open it fully but he could still make out Matt standing above him. He had a black eye and looked like he had been crying. Brandon looked around. He was in a small bed with guard rails and the walls were all white. In his wrist was an IV. He was in the hospital.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault." Matt whispered kissing him on the head. "How are you feeling?"

"It hurts." Brandon whined. "What happened?"

"I nearly got us killed." Matt looked ashamed. "That guy... He hit you, so I jumped on him and got punched and thrown away, then he kicked you again hard while you were laying on the ground. Someone came by and they took off... They broke two of your ribs." Matt started tearing up. "I'm sorry! I'm so glad you're OK. This is all my fault. I made them hurt you." he was sobbing now. Brandon tried to sit up to comfort him but the pain was too bad in his chest and he winced with pain. Matt reached down and hugged him gently. Matt quickly dried his tears and sat up as a nurse came in to check on Brandon. She asked Matt to leave.

"I'm glad you're awake, how is the pain?" she asked kindly. Brandon told her how much it was hurting and she adding another bag to his IV.

"Your parents are listed as the next of kin so we've called them, they should be here soon. We normally only allow family in the room, you know, but that guy who brought you in refused to leave your side. He hasn't left your side since we brought you in and wouldn't even go to get himself checked. Good thing I was working, he said he was your boyfriend so I let him stay. " Brandon blushed. This was the first time someone else had said it out loud. The nurse giggled. "Try and get some rest, let me know if you need anything OK?" she added as she walked out the door.

Brandon felt miserable and all he wanted to do was go home and lay in his bed. He didn't want to deal with his overbearing parents and explain what had happened. What would he say? The best part of living so far away was how infrequently he had to deal with them. All he wanted was for Matt to hold him, he didn't care that he was the one responsible for getting him hurt. When Matt came back into the room and asked Brandon if there was anything he could do to help he carefully and painfully moved over to one side of the bed to give Matt room to lay down. He wondered what kind of medication he was give because he suddenly felt exhausted. With Matt's warmth next to him and arm wrapped around safely he drifted off to sleep.

Apparently Matt had fallen asleep as well because they were both surprised by someone suddenly calling Brandon's name. Matt got up quickly but didn't say anything. Brandon looked at the shocked expressions on his parents' faces as their found their son beaten, bandaged, hooked up to an IV, and laying in bed with another man. His mom ran to his side but his dad just held his position, eyeing up Matt. Matt shifted uncomfortably. For the first time Brandon really noticed their age difference too - Brandon still looked like a kid but Matt was clearly and adult. He was nine years younger, after all.

"What happened to you?!" his mom screeched examining the black eye on his face.

"I just got in a little fight, that's all. I don't even know why they called you." Brandon tried to calm her down.

"A little fight! They told me you passed out and have two broken ribs!" she cried.

"I'm fine, really." Brandon tried to convince her.

"I knew I should have never let you come! The city is not safe, you should have stayed back home and gone to college there. The school is good, your sister just graduated and already has a job! I can take you home as soon as they say you can leave." she was taking things to the extreme, like usual.

"I'm not going anywhere." Brandon said defiantly.

"He stays, Judy." Brandon's dad added before she could say anything else. "Who is that?" he questioned motioning to Matt who was still standing awkwardly on the other side of the bed. Brandon thought for a second on how to answer that question. They had walked in and seen them cuddling on the bed, what else was he supposed to do?

Matt started to introduce himself when Brandon interrupted. "He's my boyfriend." The room fell silent. Matt looked shocked but was smiling sweetly at him. His dad showed no expression and his mom stood with her mouth agape. Brandon was really hoping that this would get them to leave him alone. It worked. His dad muttered something about no son of his and walked out angry.

"I wish you would come home, the city is no good for you." his mom lamented. "I will call you tomorrow to see how you are doing. I always knew, by the way, but he's too old for you." she added as she walked off.

Matt stared for a minute his eyes still wide then sat down on the bed next to Brandon. Brandon didn't think anything could wipe the grin off Matt's face.

"I guess that was going to happen sooner or later..." Brandon complained.

"I think it went well." Matt said cheerfully. "By the way, your boyfriend is not too old!" he playfully kissed Brandon's cheek. 

Chapter 1 - October

October

This was the third Xenoarchaeology class for Brandon this semester and it still wasn't any easier to concentrate. The lessons were a bit far fetched and everything came across as a conspiracy theory but the professor was absolutely gorgeous. Plus, as an archaeology major, he really did love to learn about ancient civilizations, even if it seemed to all be pseudoscience. The truth was Brandon never intended to even take this class in the first place. His mind quickly changed when we attended a 'meet the faculty' event last spring, just before course registration, where he couldn't take his eyes off a certain individual.

The professor was PhD student Mathew Oster. He was tall and thin with eyes so dark and deep you could get lost for hours. Brandon yearned to run his hands through that thick black hair, the kind that falls every which way yet somehow looks great. Even the way he dressed, in a shirt and thin collared jacket with slacks, was exactly his type. He wore glasses with thin black frames that he would take off dramatically when conversations got intense. He wasn't pushy or strong but he certainly wasn't shy either and would get into long winded monologues about subjects that were borderline insanity. It was all so charming.

Brandon was the opposite. He had short blonde hair that put gel in daily and blue eyes. He always drew the attention of girls when he was in high school but was too shy to admit he didn't reciprocate their feelings. Despite being nineteen he still hadn't dated, or even kissed, anyone. Taking this class was the closest thing he'd ever done to hitting on someone. It was so hard to tell if other guys liked him back and he was always too scared to find out. People weren't always so accepting.

So there Brandon was half listening to why no one but aliens could have given ancient Egyptians such an accurate calendar and imagining what Mathew Oster might look like without any clothes on when he heard his name.

"Mr. Stevens, archaeology is as much about interpretation of the evidence as it is study of physical objects. What do you think about all of this?" asked Mr. Oster in his usual overly exaggerated manner of speaking.

Brandon immediately turned bright red. He was profoundly shy and hated to be put on the spot, especially by the person he just imagined without any clothes on.

"Um..." he stammered. "I don't really think aliens are responsible. The Egyptians were off by a quarter of a day each year.."

"That is true!" he exclaimed, almost excited to be able to argue a point. It was hard to believe this was his first year teaching. "But we believe that the extra-terrestrial assistance received by ancient Egyptians was from passer bys. Maybe they landed on Earth to check it out and make contact, realized civilization was not very advanced, and gave them a hand. The days in a year was probably just a close estimation rather then them working it out."

Brandon nodded in agreement and although he didn't really agree he was now too embarrassed to form words.

"Your homework this week is to write a personal essay on why you do or do not believe aliens have come down to Earth to assist with the advancement of ancient civilizations and if you believe they plan on returning when we are more ready to make contact. I look forward to reading all your responses!" Mr. Oster announced excitedly and everyone started shuffling out of their desks. "And Mr. Stevens, I'd like to see you after class!" he added.

Brandon froze. He wanted to see him after class? Why? Was he in trouble? Was his daydreaming in class that obvious? What if it's for some... Personal reason? Someone bumping into his arm jerked him out of thought and he slowly made his way down the stairs and over to the small office off the side of the classroom. He took a deep breath as he stepped through the open doorway.

The office was tiny and crammed. Against the far wall was a desk packed full of books with all sorts of crazy titles related to aliens coming to Earth. He wondered if Oster actually believed all of this. He wondered if he was a genius or crazy. He certainly came across as both. It didn't matter. On the desk was a stack of papers, a laptop, and a small odd looking metal trinket. Maybe an alleged ancient alien artifact he thought. The smallness of the room and his anxiety of the situation made him feel like the walls were closing in. It was hard to breathe.

"Umm... You wanted to see me?" if he had asked quieter it would have been a whisper. Brandon wished he could control his horrible blushing and the thought of Mathew seeing him so embarrassed made it so much worse.

"I've looked over student records for this class. I think most people are using it as a throwaway to graduate. You're the only one majoring in archaeology." he explained.

Are you actually surprised? Brandon thought to himself, relieved that he wasn't in any trouble. There was a brief silence only broken up by the sound of Brandon's quickly beating heart. He tried to resist the incredible urge to run away as fast as he could.

"Anyway, I just wanted to tell that if you need help with anything at all please let me know. I think if you keep an open mind you might be surprised what you learn in this class. I spent all summer planning it!" it was so so hard to take what he said seriously because of the way he spoke. Always so excited, always building.

"Mr. Oster... How did you get into this anyway?" Brandon finally thought of something to say and the question had been plaguing him since the first class.

"That's easy. Like you, I was interested in archaeology. The more I studied the more I realized that there's no other explanation for why certain things are the way they are. It's not a conspiracy theory - it's science." his hand was high in the air by the end of that explanation. It was adorable. More blushing. Their eyes met for a just a moment, long enough to send Brandon's head down and his eyes fixated on the floor, now beat red. It seemed like Mr. Oster noticed the embarrassment.

"I'm going to say something stupid. And unethical." Oster announced. "Brandon, are you doing anything this afternoon? Would you like to get a drink with me?"

Brandon was dumbfounded. A drink? Like a date? No it couldn't be a date. There's no way a guy like him would be into... Well, guys. He probably just wanted to talk about his crazy conspiracy theories more. Or maybe archaeology. Or maybe it was a date! Seconds passed and Oster fidgeted uncomfortably. He started to say something but Brandon quickly interrupted, he wasn't going to miss the chance to find out.

"Yes!" maybe he sounded a bit too excited. He cleared his throat. "Yes, I'd like to get a drink, I'm not doing anything this afternoon."

"Oh good. I thought maybe you had plans with a girlfriend or something on a Friday night." Oster confessed, scratching his head uncomfortable. This was the first time Brandon had seen him look even a little bit shy.

"No, no girlfriend!" Brandon was shaking his head as he spoke, maybe again a bit too excited. He just didn't want Mr. Oster to get the wrong idea. Oster smiled at him and started shuffling things on his desk.

"I have to finish up work. Meet me at McClaren's around six?" he suggested and all Brandon could do was nod in agreement before leaving the office as fast as he could. He ran out into the hallway and stood with his back against the wall. It was a short distance but he was out of breath and his heart was beating profusely. He still wasn't sure what tonight was, exactly, but he was so excited and so nervous to spend some time alone with Mathew Oster.

After catching his breath Brandon didn't know what to do. His anxiety was still there. He started to run. He ran to the train station. He tried to read chapter 3 of intro to archaeology on the train but he couldn't concentrate. He got off the train and bolted home. He checked the clock. 4:00.

He slowly undressed and got into the shower, hoping that the water would calm his nerves. He looked up as the water rushed over his face and embraced him warmly. There was something relaxing about water. He loved the ocean and hoped that one day he could live on the beach.

He finished his shower and got dressed. He wasn't sure what to wear so went for his usual staple - slacks and a tucked in collared shirt. It always looked good on him and helped him not look quite so scrawny. He grabbed a jacket in case it was cold later and put on his sunglasses to fight off the setting sun he was about to walk towards. The pub was just a few minutes away from his house and for the first time he wondered if they both lived nearby.

At 6:15 Brandon was nervously sipping his drink and getting more and more uneasy as he waited. What if I got the time wrong? What if he meant another pub? What if he stood me up? Maybe he's just trying to get back at me for daydreaming in class. He worried to himself. A bell jingled and he looked up to see Oster, long black jacket flowing as he walked, white tucked in shirt underneath, brown slacks with the belt hanging down a bit, hair a horrible and delicious mess. He could already feel himself getting worked up again, his face turning red, his heart beating...

"Oh, you came! Good!" Oster announced to Brandon as he made his way over to the bar and ordered a drink. Brandon was frozen again as Oster sat down across from him at the table and took a big sip.

"Mr. Oster... Why am I here?" Brandon asked shyly.

"Please, it's Mathew. Or Matt. Either is good! And you're here because, well, uhh.." he trailed off and look up at the ceiling. Brandon kept silent hoping he would continue. Matt let out a deep breath and leaned forwards over the table. He spoke in much softer tone than usual. "I asked you here because I wanted to see you outside of class. You know, get to know you. And, well, I got the impression you might be interested in the same."

So it was a date.

Brandon's throat was dry and he picked up his drink, chugging the whole thing quickly and slamming it down on the table. He still didn't have the courage to respond.

"Was I wrong?" Matt finally asked. Brandon looked at the table and shook his head violently. His hand was still on the empty drink glass and he felt something against it. Matt was gently holding his hand against Brandon's. He couldn't believe what was happening. A long moment passed and Matt put his hand back on his own drink taking sip.

Matt had a way of easing Brandon's restlessness and bringing him into conversation. They talked for hours about everything. How they both got interested in archaeology, how Matt is nearly finished his PhD but is teaching the class for some extra spending money, how they both live in the same neighbourhood (Brandon loved that part), how they both love science fiction novels, and so on.

It was only the first date but Brandon was in love.

2:00. Last call. They walked out of the pub together and started walking home together since both apartments were in the same direction. The night was crisp and Brandon put his jacket on to keep warm. Fall was in the air and a few leaves were starting to change colour. He walked close to a wall and suddenly there was a weight against him. Stumbling backwards and into the wall he looked up to see Matt over him, their height difference seeming more obvious than ever at that moment, looking into his eyes. Brandon nervously looked away but Matt pushed his chin back up. Unable to move with Matt pushing him down Brandon watched as Matt slowly moved forward, closed his eyes and...

A kiss.

Brandon felt his whole body react as Matt lips met with his gently. He closed his eyes and kissed back hoping he wouldn't mess anything up. It must have worked because Matt became more and more passionate and slowly ran his hand inside Brandon's coat and around his back pulling them together. After what felt like forever and an instant Matt let go and grinned.

"This is my stop, goodnight." he chimed while slipping a piece of paper into Brandon's pocket. Still in shock from the kiss Brandon did nothing but place his hand in his pocket and hold the paper tight as he watched Matt disappear into the night.

Brandon awoke the next morning fuzzy from the night before. He fell asleep replaying the kiss over and over again in his head. His coat was draped carelessly over the back of the couch and he took the note out of the pocket. It had a set of numbers he assumed was Matt's phone number on it. The night before had felt so much like a dream that without that piece of evidence he wouldn't have even believed it real. His head started throbbing and he stumbled over to the kitchen for some Asprin. He didn't think he had much to drink last night but his memory was a bit hazy. Drinking he thought is like archaeology. You have to piece things together to make a picture. He certainly didn't enjoy it as much as his studies and remembered why he didn't drink too often.

Next time we go out I want dinner. Brandon decided. Next time? Will there be a next time? He hadn't thought of it until now. What was that kiss? Were they a thing now? Brandon had no idea how dating worked. No idea what Matt was really like. No idea if it was normal to make out with someone like that and never see them again. But then, he had the phone number. Should I call? That would seem desperate. He looked at the time. 1:00. He slept a long time. What did Matt do on Saturday afternoons? Brandon usually took this time to study or do homework. Then again, Matt was a student too, so maybe he was researching for his PhD? 

He picked up his phone and added Matt's number to his contacts. Brandon knew he was far too shy to call so he opened up the text screen. He decided to send a message so that Matt would have his number and secretly hoped that Matt would make the next move too. This whole dating thing already seemed complicated but the desire to see Matt again, maybe more intimately next time, won out over fear of confrontation.

"This is Brandon. I had fun last night and I hope we can see each other again." He wrote hoping it didn't sound desperate. Send. He waited but there was no reply. Before Brandon could panic his stomach rumbled and he realized he was desperately starving. Just as he sat down to eat the cereal he poured a reply came.

"Now I have your number. Researching today... Not so easy, drank too much. Arggg. Super busy right now doing research for a 3rd party, should be done by end of next week (I hope)." Matt's texted exactly how he spoke and Brandon smiled with both admiration and relief. Inspired by his new love he was able to go spend the afternoon writing a rough draft of the paper for Matt's class.

Brandon's week went on as usual. He was a student, after all, and took his studies very seriously. He graduated high school with honours and was attending university with a full scholarship as long as he maintained a high grade level so it was important that he focused on his studies. This left little time for friendships which Brandon was used to and he wasn't sure how he was going to fit Matt into his schedule, although it seemed that Matt was just as busy. He then began to wonder if they would ever find time to get together again.

Friday morning he received a text from Matt, it said "See you in class. Don't forget I'm technically not allowed to have relationships with my students. Please stop undressing me with your eyes and blushing, it makes it hard to concentrate." Brandon felt his cheeks get hot. Had it been that obvious? He wondered but resolved it was a good thing because at least Matt noticed him. It was easier said then done though.

Just as he was contemplating how to be more subtle another text came in "Maybe I can try undressing you later. Dinner first, at Rose's, 6pm" Brandon could barely stand up as he read. How can he be so forward? he wondered. Not that I don't like it... How do I respond to that though?! After a few moments of careful thought he answered simply "Try not to be late this time." The only thing he got back was a grinning smiling face. He thinks it's funny, I don't know how I'm going to survive an hour of class without dying of embarrassment. Brandon thought cynically.

He survived by sitting at the back of the room and keeping his head down. Matt's lectures were so intense and dramatic that he wondered how he had noticed Brandon at all. Every now and then the lecture would include statements like "and that's why aliens will one day revisit when we're ready to gain more knowledge" and "if it wasn't true where would ancient Egyptians get such detailed drawings of light bulbs?" that made Brandon wonder what he was getting himself into. Then he would look up and occasionally catch Matt's eye which would send his eyes back down to his paper in embarrassment.

Brandon couldn't get that message out of his mind. Was it a joke? he questioned. It wasn't like he didn't want it to be true but he was terrified of whole idea. Last week he hadn't even kissed someone. His phone buzzed, it was a message from Matt. "Running late, can we make it 6:30? Also, I was joking earlier, in case you didn't know. Unless you don't want me to be joking. You seem timid. I should be more careful what I say, you were so cute and embarrassed in class I could hardly concentrate."

He could barely concentrate? Brandon lamented, annoyed. And he was teasing! How could he! And... And he called me cute. He froze for a moment with his hand over his chest. No guy had ever called him cute before.

When Brandon arrived at the restaurant he was surprised to see Matt waving at him excitedly. The whole 'dating' concept was still foreign and was repeatedly catching him off guard. He sat down cautiously and before he opened his mouth someone arrived to take their drink orders. The restaurant was crowded and yet the silence was deafening. Brandon wanted desperately wanted to break the silence but he was still embarrassed from earlier and had no idea what to say. The conversation that happened so naturally the week before was now a distant memory. This was the first time they were speaking face to face since that kiss. Just thinking about it got Brandon flustered.

Matt leaned in closely and stated to whisper pulling Brandon out of his mind. "I like this place" he began. "no government cameras." This prompted Brandon to look around. No security cameras of any kind. He thought to himself.

"I don't really notice them anyway." Brandon whispered back. "They're everywhere."

"That's the problem with them. The government is always watching." Matt started to get louder and more excited. He never seemed to care who thought he was crazy. "My research is top secret." he added before holding a finger to his mouth in symbolic silence. Brandon realized that he didn't know what exactly Matt had been researching so feverishly but decided that now was not the best time to ask.

Matt continued to detail the extent of government monitoring for several more minutes breaking only to order food and occasionally sip his drink. Brandon sat learning forwards and resting his chin on his hand try his best to follow a conversation that the neither fully understood nor believed in entirely. It never bothered him that the government had cameras on the streets or could tap into security footage, he was never up to anything wrong anyway. It was just enough to be in his company and enjoy the attention solely focused on him.

Brandon was lost in Matt's eyes when suddenly Matt leaned over and kiss him. He paused for a moment, kissed back gently out of instinct or, well Brandon didn't really know why, but after realizing he suddenly pushed him back.

"Something wrong?" Matt wondered, taken aback.

"We.. We're..." Brandon struggled to find the words. "Someone might see us."

"So? Look, no one's looking." Matt argued. "Unless, you're not... You haven't told anyone, have you."

Brandon looked down, cheeks hot with embarrassment, and shook his head. The waiter returned with their food and Brandon started to eat in shameful silence. Matt gave him a smirk and muttered something about him being cute but Brandon was not listening.

After dinner they stood outside the restaurant. It was still early in the evening and the unseasonably warm weather had brought out all sorts of people walking. Brandon wasn't sure what to do now. He didn't want Matt to just leave and go home but he wasn't sure what he could suggest. I really need to work on my confidence. He told himself. This relationship is very one sided. Maybe I should... Just... He swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

"Do you want to come over and watch the new Space Viral movie?" Brandon blurted at an almost incomprehensible speed before hanging his head.

"I have NOT yet seen that!" Matt cheered. "THAT is a fantastic idea. Lead the way!"

In a few minutes they found themselves outside Brandon's apartment and he fumbled for his keys. Looking around, Matt pointed out that his place was about a ten minute's walk from there. The idea that they were so close made Brandon's heart flutter. As he was thinking of how nice it would be to see more of Matt the door opened to his apartment.

His place was tiny and clean. The scholarship allowed only a moderate amount of living expenses and with no friends or relatives in the city he was forced to rent a place of his own. You walked into the small living room where there was a two seat couch and TV. Just behind that was the even smaller kitchen and you could barely see the table and it's two chairs pressed against the wall. If Matt were to sit there with him that would be the first time he'd ever needed both places at the table and was glad that it came as a set. There was nothing hung on the walls, nothing on the counter, and everything was clean and tidy. You could see slightly into his bedroom from the front door and there were a few articles of clothing draped on his bed. It wasn't that he was obsessively tidy or anything, just that he spent most of his time studying and not doing much else.

Matt looked around excitedly and flopped on the couch. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "Not bad! And so clean..."

Brandon blushed as he carefully started putting the movie on. Seeing Matt sitting on his couch in his apartment was making him all kinds of worried and thing were feeling more real than ever before. Finishing he sat down on the couch next to Matt and wondered why he hadn't bought another chair or something, they seemed dangerously close. As if reading his mind Matt put his arm around and rested his hand on Brandon's shoulder. Surprised by the sudden touch a chill ran up Brandon's spine and he immediately drop his head in embarrassment. Matt smiled at him again as if he enjoyed seeing Brandon get so flustered.

"You know," Matt said slyly "we're not in pubic anymore."

Before Brandon could register the point he was trying to make Matt started kissing him sweetly. Music was playing now from the TV as the movie started but Matt ignored it and continued to kiss Brandon even more passionately. Brandon slowly started to kiss back as Matt was already sliding his hands from his back, over his shoulders, and down his chest. Matt tongue entered Brandon's mouth and gently flicked his just as Matt's hands moved down his stomach and onto the top of his pants. Brandon started to become aroused and moaned gently under Matt's touch. Matt gently untucked Brandon's shirt and moved back to the top button, slowly undoing it.

The kiss ended and Matt moved down to kiss Brandon's chest as he unfastened each button, finally ending just above his waistline. Brandon was certain he was never going to change back to normal he was blushing so hard and was getting more self conscious of the bulge in his pants as Matt worked his way lower and lower. Seeming to sense his uneasiness Matt continued kissing down pressing his face right against his crotch. Even through his pants the kiss felt intense and he could feel himself squirm with pleasure. He moaned again, titling his head back and looking at the ceiling. He could feel Matt undoing his fly, pulling back his underwear, and exposing what was underneath. The cold air against his warm skin gave him a slight chill that only lasted a moment before Matt's mouth touched him once again.

This time it was more than a kiss. Matt gently took the head of his cock in his mouth and sucked gently. Brandon didn't know what to do this was the first time he... He moaned again, this time more loudly. Matt looked up and caught his eye, flashed a quick grin, then eagerly put the rest into his mouth. The warmth enveloped him like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He clenched his fists tightly as Matt slowly moved himself up and down. Matt continued to pleasure Brandon and the desire to release slowly built inside him. Just as he was nearing his edge Matt stopped abruptly and sat up. Without saying a word he slowly licked the spit and precum from his lips and grinned. Brandon could not believe how desirable Matt looked at that very moment.

Ignoring his swollen erection still poking out and all of his anxieties Brandon reached his arms around Matt and pulled him on top, kissing him passionately. Brandon's new found eagerness was met with excitement from Matt and he returned the kiss with even more gusto. Matt tried to undo his own pants but lost his balance and tumbled off the small couch pulling Brandon with him onto the floor. Brandon didn't think it was funny but he could see Matt stifling laughter from underneath. The movie was still playing in the background.

"Where's your bedroom?" Matt asked, giggling. Brandon blushed and pointed. Matt stood up suddenly causing Brandon to roll off him but he barely hit the floor before his hand was in Matt's and he was being led to his own bed. Matt may have been a bit intense but he didn't seem the dominating type so it came as a surprise to Brandon when we found himself being pushed onto his own bed.

Matt undid Brandon's belt and tossed it aside, then pulled his pants down. He only noticed that his shirt had fallen off in the living room when his underwear was thrown aside and he lay completed naked. Matt was kneeling on the bed between Brandon's thighs. He blushed and imagined his whole body was going red while Matt slowly looked over ever inch of him. He always seemed to have a slight smile on his face. Brandon hoped that he liked what he saw. They were both pretty slim, Brandon had never been the sporty type and always spent his free time studying rather than running around.

As Matt started undoing his own pants Brandon sat up and moved his hands away, taking over. He could feel Matt's erection brushing against his arm as he undid his belt. He stroked it gently and Matt let out a soft moan. Brandon could feel himself getting excited again. He slid Matt's pants down just far enough to let his cock out and gently stroked from the base of the shaft up to the tip. Apparently this was more than Matt could handle because he pushed Brandon down again, grabbed his legs, and pulled him so close that he could feel Matt's erection against his bare skin.

Matt spit onto his hand and rubbed it into Brandon's skin to add lubrication. Brandon gulped. He wasn't sure he was ready for this. In fact, this has been his biggest worry since he knew he was attracted to guys. Matt leaned forwards so his chest was resting on Brandon's and whispered into his ear. "Don't worry."

Brandon grabbed hold of the bed sheets as tightly as Matt slowly entered a finger inside of him wiggling it around. He felt a sharp pain intermixed with pleasure and wasn't sure how he felt. Apparently his body had other ideas because he became hard as a rock. Matt stretched him farther with a second finger and carefully traced his nails up and down Brandon's shaft causing him to focus more on the pleasure than pain. Matt shuffled and slowly started to enter him. Brandon clenched harder and turned his head to the side finding a nearby pillow to bury his face in. Matt moaned and muttered something about relaxing and Brandon tried to take deep breaths as he felt Matt deeper and deeper inside of him.

Once inside, he stopped for a moment to let Brandon relax before starting slow, gentle strokes both inside him and with his hand on Brandon's cock. Slowly he built with more intensity and Brandon could feel the fire burning inside him once again. All the stimulation from earlier and the feeling of Matt's hard member sliding in and out of him made it difficult to hold back. He moaned loudly. Matt thrust even faster and harder and matched his speed against Brandon's shaft. He couldn't hold back anymore.

"Mm... Matt..." Brandon whispered between panting and moaning. "I'm going to..." Matt gripped Brandon's shaft tightly and thrust more vigorously. It was too much for Brandon to handle and he came deeply, letting out a loud moan in the process.

"Aah... I..." Matt moaned seconds later and Brandon felt a warmness fill inside of him. Matt collapsed on top of Brandon, beads of sweat on his brow. Brandon reached up and gently ran his hand's through Matt's hair causing it to stick up even more than usual. The laid like that for a few moments before Matt rolled off to the side and pulled Brandon in close. Brandon rested his head on Matt's chest and closed his eyes.