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Peter was in a flannel shirt and jeans, complimented by leather cowboy boots and a brown belt, far out of character for him. Marty thought it was kind of a nice look, sort of a classic mountain boy but with a hearing aid. Still, the haircut was special. It wasn’t anything wild. In fact, it was somewhat conservative with a bit of gel at the front to create kind of a ridge to accent his forehead. But it was so careful and scrupulously done that he couldn’t help but be impressed. He knew righ

While Marty was spending the first weeks of the summer out in the garage woodshop, Peter was preparing, in his own way, for the coming modeling gig. Trying to give the photography director the option to style his hair into as many looks as possible, his agent asked him to give up haircuts for at least 8 weeks. For a guy who never let his hair go for more than a month or so without getting it sheared, it was now becoming something of a minor nuisance. “Not a bad job,” Marty remarked. “You

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His eyes were heavy and barely able to open, Marty looked over at the clock on the table. It was 2:13 a.m. As he got his nocturnal bearing, he realized that Peter had once again pushed himself up against him. Even though Peter seemed to have overcome his old insomnia, this behavior was something that he had been doing on and off since they were sleeping together. And he was only aware of the times it had awakened him. How many other times he was tossing and turning like this, Marty had

“Hey! How ya doin’ guys?!” Peter cried out as the dogs barked, jumped, and generally went crazy as he pushed open the heavy, fortress-like front door. “Whoa! Take ‘em outside, Peter! They’re going to start peeing all over the place again!” his dad called out as he ran down the stairs and into the foyer. “OK, OK,” he replied as he backed-up onto the tile covered outside porch, a mischievous smile appearing on his face as the dogs followed him out and continued to climb all over him. “

Hi Paqman, pretty good, but I was picturing Christoph a bit younger, around 30 or so, a real go-getter who advanced quickly in his career.

His eyes opened slowly as they got used to the early morning sunshine of late May. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky as the light streamed in through the thin window curtains of the attic bedroom that they now shared. And just the movement of the bed told him that Marty was already up. After a semester of living together, it was the most subtle things that he began to notice. When he was alone in bed, his own motions would jostle the mattress in a certain way, but when Marty was there the in

Weinerdog, it's just that he has no tension at all when he's around Marty, he' super relaxed, enough to just fall asleep 🙂

“I think hear someone coming in downstairs,” Peter exclaimed as he looked up at Marty, who was straddling his body. They both had most of their clothes still on, but didn’t plan on being that way for long “Hey, you can hear pretty good!” Marty replied as he stared back down at him, “I could barely hear that!” Peter accepted the encouragement but knew better than to credit it to his ears. “Well, I actually barely heard it, but I could feel the house vibrate from that big front door. T

“Sure, Dad. I’m seeing Dr. 'C' in a few minutes. But I’m feeling a lot better now, so I’m hoping she calls off the dogs and lets me out tonight,” Pete said into the phone. With the bed angle raised up to its upper limit and a pile of thin white hospital pillows as support, Peter was now sitting up as he slowly regained his energy. Marty smiled as he heard the comment, then asked him to check on how his sister was doing. Peter spoke into the phone and then looked back up at Mar

"You want something to drink, Marty?" Brad asked, counting out his change at the vending machine. It was the middle of the night, so they were alone in the modern visitors’ lounge area behind the emergency room lobby. "No, I'm fine, but thank you,” he answered as he put his thick winter jacket over the plump faux-leather beige lounge chair. "Well, maybe just something to drink, I guess." There was exhaustion in his voice as the jacket ended up lying crooked against the seatback, but he w

I just made a correction on the name of Peter's cousin, which is Todd. (this needs to be corrected for future chapters 😁)

“That place there has really good chocolate,” Peter said from the front passenger seat, pointing to the storefront windows chock full of candy canes, chocolate Santas and all sorts of other Christmas confections. “They have marzipan, too. Damn, they are both so good!” he exclaimed as they wound their way through the local commercial strip that bordered his neighborhood. Despite the cough, which he couldn’t quite shake off, he reveled in the chance to play tour guide. And the light

Pressing the speed dial button, Peter lay back on the old couch in Marty’s apartment. He had just put dinner on for the two of them, and before Marty returned from his late shift at the library, he decided he’d return a long overdue phone call. He barely had time to settle in as the phone was picked up immediately after the first ring. “Hey stranger!” Peter heard. “Hi Bik, how’s it going?” “Good, good! So far everything is OK with Laura, though it’s still pretty early. I’

CincyKris - me, too!😁