Matt
Matt pulled James into a tight embrace. He was again astonished at the amount of love there was in his swimmer’s eyes for him when he looked in them. This year had been a year of so many firsts for him, for both him and his brother. He clambered tighter into the embrace and drank in the rich scents of James’ cologne, a reassuring scent he’d come to associate with love, warmth and tenderness.
Such incredible tenderness, Matt grinned, thinking back to his first time. It saddened him moments later, as it usually did, guilt pulling at his insides. Why did he deserve to have such a beautiful memory of his first time, while Brian’s chance at the same was ruined in one godforsaken night?
He pulled away from James and sought his brother out in the crowd. He smiled, then, seeing his brother
