T-shirt & Jeans

Matthew coming for the weekend is just what Steven needs. He hopes Matthew will feel the same after Steven tells him they aren’t staying in the city. Matthew has an “addiction” to city life. He loves the fast-paced human interaction. If he can’t find the object of his desire at one bar, it’s different every night depending on his mood, they’ll hope to the next and ultimately end up at the Carwash, the self-proclaimed most popular disco and pop club in Europe.

Steven isn’t too upset skipping all the over stimulation for a nice quiet weekend at the cottage. While he isn’t necessarily looking forward to splitting attention with his father, he is ready to be out of the city. Steven did ask Marta if she’d be able to stay with dad for the weekend but being her birthday, she made plans. Steven knew it was a long shot, but he had to ask so when telling Matthew he’d tried it wasn’t a lie. Now what to do with Matthew all weekend in a town where the farm animals outnumbered humans, especially the female persuasion Matthew is so fond of.

Steven knows he needs to leave in about two hours to pick Matthew. His door swings open with a familiar voice saying, “tell me all you know about the hottie outside your office”. Steven’s eyes shoot up to find Matthew in his office.
“What are you doing here?” he said.
“I told you I was coming, remember.”
“Yes, but I’m to pick you up at 3 pm from Heathrow.”
“Oh ya, I caught an earlier flight. I don’t want to miss a minute of this amazing weekend with my bro.”

Steven’s exasperation is communicated with an eye roll. He hates being called “bro” and Matthew knows his distaste for colloquial language since graduating from university. Although no one can tell Matthews graduated, they’d think he was still trying to be a freshman by his Rolling Stone’s t-shirt, ripped blue jeans and surprisingly untainted Van’s. How does that happen? He looks close to being initiated into the hobo club, but his shoes are pristine.

Samantha breathlessly stumbles into Steven’s office. She obviously ran as fast as her knock off Louis Viton’s would allow. “I’m so sorry sir, I told him you were busy.”
“It’s okay. Samantha this is my friend from the states Matthew.”
Matthew saunters over and grabs Samantha’s had, “Au Chante Madame” and brings her hand to his lips. “Matthew” Steven gives him the side eye as he walks past. “Thank you, Samantha. I will be leaving for the weekend soon. Please ask Charles to finish looking over these papers and have them back on my desk first thing Monday morning.”
“Stevie” Matthew cocked his head one eyebrow higher than the other.
“Oh, I mean Tuesday morning.”

The door slides to a rest and Matthew starts in, “Samantha, huh?”
“Nope. Nope. Nope. She’s not your…flavor. First off she’s younger than you, not older. You like your women like most like their wine, ‘aged to perfection’ is what you told me.”
“Yes, but I also like them lean, restrained, acidy and alive, with puckery tannins and a velvety mouthfeel. She’d do nicely.” His eyes soft with a sensual tilt on the left side of his smile.
“Whatever Matt, I don’t speak wine.”
“Ya, you don’t speak women either. Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to ask, are you gay?” Matthew knew he’d get a reaction this time. Steven’s head snapped to stare into Matthew’s soul with the same knowing glare he has to give him after every long absence. “It’s going to be a fun weekend if this is how we’re getting on now, isn’t it?” Matthew smirks with a shrug to let Steven know he is backing off.