Tenement Funster

When You're Young...

Brian woke up when he sensed the blond being restless next to him.  He looked over and found him peering up at the ceiling.  

"Can't sleep?"  Brian asked him.  Roger turned to look at him.

"I'm hungry...never had dinner..."  he replied.  As soon as he mentioned this Brian realized he was hungry as well.  He then remembered his half eaten meal on the dining table.  He slid the bedsheet off his body.  

"I could eat...come on..."  Brian said and got out of bed as the blond followed.  The tall man grabbed some clean briefs and put them on as Roger went to the toilet.  Brian turned on the kitchen light and pulled out some eggs and butter from the refrigerator.  He grabbed a skillet.  

"You like eggs?"  Brian asked as Roger came into the kitchen wearing his dried briefs.  The blond stretched a little.

"Yeah..."  he replied as he leaned against the counter and watched Brian light the gas burner.  His stomach rumbled at the sight of the eggs being cracked in a bowl.  "Got any bread?"  Roger asked him.  Brian opened a cupboard and pulled out a loaf.  He turned to the blond.

"Want to make some toast?" he asked as he gestured at the toaster on the counter.  Roger went and took the bread and placed the slices in the slots and pressed the lever.  "Watch this for a minute..."  Brian requested.  Roger went over to peer into the skillet as Brian left the room.  The butter had melted and Roger wondered if he was supposed to pour the eggs in.  Brian came back in carrying a plate half filled with spaghetti.  Roger watched as he shoveled the leftovers into the bin and set the plate in the sink.

"I guess I interrupted your dinner...sorry..."  Roger told him.  Brian shrugged as he poured the egg batter into the pan.  

"It's fine...it was worth it..."  he remarked as he gave Roger a knowing smile.  Roger smiled back.  

"It was good yeah?"  he replied.  Brian nodded as he stirred the eggs in the skillet.

"It was..."  he concurred.   Brian was awake now and some lingering questions from the day before moved to the front of his mind.   "You know that guy you were with that night?" Brian asked and turned to glance at Roger.  "What's the story with him?"    

"That is Allen and I've known him since I first moved to London..."  Roger replied.   "I met him in the first place I lived and we hit it off..."  he explained.  Brian wanted to know more.

"Was he your first?"  Brian asked.  "Your first guy?"  he questioned.  Roger leaned against the counter.

"No..."  he responded and formed an amused expression.  "What's with all the questions?"  Roger inquired as the toast popped up and he pulled it out.  Brian looked at him carefully.

"Just curious..."  Brian answered to explain it away.  Roger grabbed the butter and knife.  

"Well if you're asking me things then I'm asking you..."  the blond informed him.  Brian felt that was fair.

"Alright..."  he agreed.  Roger gazed at him with curiosity on his face.  

"Who was your first?"  Roger questioned.  "Was it is a girl? Or did you fuck a guy first?"  Brian was surprised at the candid question despite his own query with the blond.  He placed his focus on the eggs as he turned off the fire.  

"My first was a girl..."  Brian told him as he took some plates from the cupboard.  "Well...my first fuck..."  he clarified.  "I'd done some stuff with guys before that..."  he admitted and laid Roger's plate down in front of him and took a piece of the buttered toast for himself.   "Want something to drink?"  Brian asked him.  Roger nodded so he opened the refrigerator and pulled out the milk.