The Long Way Home

Twenty Seven

I failed my math supp so I have to repeat the class which sucks. I fuxking hate math but I have to pass this stupid course. I don't even want to go into business but anything I'm actually good at either requires a shit ton of money or won't pay the bills. I'm probably going to live off my mom for the rest of my life which is fine because she seems to fucking want that.
I've also quit selling jewelry and Art Because that wasn't working so I guess welfare is my only option :/ I didn't deserve to be born.

"It's so big."
"I know."
"And so wet!"
"Indeed."
"I want to go inside you." Matthew ran his hand along the edge of the hot tub, amazed by it.
"Hop in." The two were wearing swim trunks because they were only friends and what not. Lars had his pipe lit as he slipped into the warm water. Matthew was amazed.
"Do you think I could try that thing sometime?" The Canadian asked.
"Haha nee!"
"But it's so classy."
"That's why I have it." Lars took a long drag and puffed the smoke out of the corner of his mouth.
"Ugh. I'm stealing it in your sleep."
"I sleep with it in my mouth."
"What the fuck?"
"Anyway...what do you think about doing a book tour?" Lars asked, changing the subject.
"A book tour? Why?" He had never done something like this. The thought of meeting all these people who had read his words...was terrifying.
"Your books are becoming really popular in Europe and with the new release, I think it's time for the public to get to know you."
"Lemony Snicket has a good thing going with his 'who am I?' persona."
"You're not Lemony Snicket. And besides, this will give you a chance to travel all across Europe...with me, but still."
"I'm sorry but that's a deal breaker." Matthew crossed his arms.
"Hey!" Lars gasped. His face quickly returned to normal. "I'm just saying, Europe is full of amazing countries. You would be traveling through Ireland, England, France, Italy, Switzerland..." He paused. "Germany..."
Ah. So that was what he was trying to do. Lars was always good at making sneaky things look innocent. Whoever he fell for better be able to pick up on his tricks like Matthew could, or else the poor man would never confess.
"And then from there we will go to Holland, Denmark, Sweden, Norway, and then home."
Matthew launched himself forward, hugging his friend tightly. "Thanks! You're the best!"
"I know that."
"So...when do we go?" Matthew wondered. How long did he have to get his body ready for...visitors?
"One week from today."
"You already planned it?"
"Booked and everything."
"What if I said no?"
"I knew you wouldn't say no to seeing Gil- I mean travelling Europe for work."
Matthew chuckled. "You've got a point. I do love...travelling for work."
"So tell me...did you confess to him at all?" Lars wondered.
"No...I ran out of time." Matthew sighed.
"You'll have time."
"I guess I will!" Matthew leaned back against the wall of the tub, closing his eyes and daydreaming of all the wonderful things he would be doing with Gil. Things like walking through Berlin and seeing all the little places Gil would go as a kid, and look at all the sights together. At sunset they would sit on a hill and make out until it got dark.
And then they would slip into a grove or some shit and Matthew would slowly take off Gilbert's Lederhosen...
"What's with that lewd look?" Lars asked, interrupting his fantasies.
"Oh...um...well..."
"If you cum in this water I will abandon you."
"I wasn't gonna! What the fuck!"
"Whatever. I'm getting out anyway." Lars stood, grabbing a towel from the rack beside him. "Don't get water on the floor on your way to bed, okay?"
"Got it."
"Goodnight."

Yikes.