Authors: Jacob Z. Flores

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He slid off me and wrapped his arms around me, drawing me close. A few seconds later, Javi’s low snore filled the room, and though I didn’t want to fall asleep because I wanted to bask in this moment forever, my eyes grew heavy, and I drifted off into perhaps the soundest and most peaceful sleep of my life.

M
Y
EYES
fluttered open when a crushing weight pressed along my body. Javi had climbed on top of me, a grin wide across his face, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. “I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Fuck, me too!” he said with a kiss. “I don’t know how I’m going to fall asleep alone in my bed from now on.

I nodded. That was definitely going to be difficult. We’d crossed the line, and there was no going back. I wanted Javi naked in bed with me 24/7. Anything else just wasn’t acceptable.

That wasn’t going to happen. We might be eighteen now, but we still had a whole summer in our parents’ houses. Sleepovers weren’t going to be condoned, no matter how much they loved us or accepted our relationship. Parents were so lame sometimes.

“Once we get to college, though, that’ll be a whole other story.”

I couldn’t wait. He had gotten a baseball scholarship to several colleges, thanks to his successful return trip to state. He could have gone to the University of California or even Penn State, but he had chosen the University of Texas, so we could go to school together. I’d told him not to just follow me. If he wanted to go to California or Pennsylvania, we would work it out. We’d be fine.

He wouldn’t hear of it. It was UT, and the decision was final.

I certainly wasn’t going to argue with that.

“Yeah, but you’ll likely be in your jock dorm,” I said, jutting out my lower lip in a pout.

He kissed my fat lip before saying, “Well, that’s where my stuff will be, yes. But unless you’re in that bed too, I’m going to be wherever your ass lies down for the night.”

“Yay!” I said with a big grin. I must’ve looked like an idiot, but I didn’t care. I was an idiot, an idiot for Javi.

All of a sudden, his face grew serious. His mouth puckered to one side. He had a question, but he didn’t know how to ask.

“What?” I asked.

“Well, there’s something I’ve always wanted to know, but I’d been afraid to ask.”

“Why would you be afraid to ask me a question?”

“Okay, well, maybe I’ve not been afraid of asking, but more of you not wanting to answer.”

I squinted at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Will you tell me what the L in your name stands for?”

I groaned and looked away.

“Aw, come on,” he said. He nuzzled his cheek into my neck and kissed me gently. His lips resparked the fire that once again seared my flesh. Round three and Javi’s ass were just around the bend. “I figured, since we’ve seen each other naked, tasted each other’s cum, and just had the hottest sex in the world,” he added with an eyebrow wiggle, “it’s finally okay for me to ask and for you to tell me.”

He had a point. “Fine,” I said with a sigh. “You’re going to think it’s stupid, so I’m warning you now.”

He frowned. “I’d never think anything about you was stupid.”

“Wait till you hear what it is.”

He stared. After a few seconds of silence, he poked me in the chest. “Out with it already.”

“My middle name is my mother’s maiden name. It’s a family tradition on my mother’s side of the family.”

Javi rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t exactly answer my question. What’s your mother’s maiden name?”

I exhaled all the air in my lungs before I replied. “Love.”

“Aww, how sweet,” he said with a kiss. But then his eyes fluttered open. “Wait a minute.”

Here it came.

“Your name is Truman Love Cobbler?”

“Yes,” I admitted with a mortified shake of my head. I buried my face in his neck. My name couldn’t have been worse. Well, that wasn’t necessarily the truth. If Bart had adopted me, I’d have been Truman Love Cox. Even though as a gay young man it was technically true, I didn’t need to advertise my love for a hard stiff one with my name.

“I can see why you’ve kept that to yourself,” he said.

“Can you imagine what my life would’ve been like if everyone knew?”

Javi shook his head. “It would’ve been even tougher. But who fucking cares now? All that matters is what I think, right?” When I nodded, he continued, “And I think your name is perfect for you.”

Oh, please. Just because he loved me didn’t mean he had to placate me. My name was awful. Even if he admitted that, I wouldn’t love him any less. “How so?”

“Because you are
my
Tru,” he said. “
My
true love.”

Could he be any more perfect? He knew exactly what to say every single time. “And you, Javier Castillo, are my true love.”

Javi once again rested his forehead against mine.

It was where he belonged, against me, on top of me, inside me.

Forever by my side.

And though our future had just started to unfold before us, it was one he and I were destined to walk together.

If the hot jock and the weird-looking geek could make it through high school, life was going to be a piece of cake.

About the Author

J
ACOB
Z. F
LORES
lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and midlevel administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hardass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.

Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.

You can follow Jacob’s musings on his blog at http://jacobzflores.com or become a part of his social media network by visiting http://www.facebook.com/jacob.flores2 or http://twitter.com/#!/JacobZFlores.

Provincetown Series