“Stay inside me,” the emo pleaded, feeling the mechanic’s sweet warmth spreading inside him. “Please stay inside me. You feel so good. You feel perfect.”
Mack tried, but eventually, his cock deflated and fell out. He collapsed onto the mattress. They lay together on their backs, staring at the ceiling. The mechanic’s wet cock pulsed softly as the emo’s words reverberated through his consciousness.
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Summer peaked, waned and faded, eventually giving way to autumn. The Super Rugby Pacific competition resumed for another year, and suddenly, the Reds/Brumbies rivalry took on an additional dimension. Much to the mechanic’s disappointment, the emo started following the boys from the nation’s capital. At first, Yoshi pretended to support the Brumbies just to give the mechanic the shits, but as time went by and he began to learn more about the game, his interest in the Canberra-based team became genuine. He and Mack were able to have deep conversations about the game, though the emo, having never played himself, was always the student. The mechanic took Yoshi down to the local oval from time to time, and they kicked Mack’s rugby ball back and forth in the sunshine.
At the mechanic’s suggestion, Yoshi gave up his apartment and moved in with him. Almost instantly, they learned Mack’s apartment was too small for them both. The emo was a bit of a hoarder, and he’d collected way too much crap. There wasn’t enough room. They went apartment hunting, looking for a bigger place to live, but the rental market was tight.
Mack received a call from Abby one afternoon. She told him their house had sold for an unbelievable price, almost a record for their old suburb. Once the bills were paid and the real estate agent and solicitor had taken their cut, they split the proceeds down the middle. It was more than enough for Mack to put a deposit down on a townhouse.
The mechanic took Yoshi out to the pub for dinner. They ordered their meals and sat at their table, sipping on beers. “Got some news for you, punk.”
The emo raised his eyebrows in response.
“House got sold today. Makes it a little bit easier in terms of moving. I’ve been thinking about buying a townhouse. The amount I cleared from the sale of our old place would cover about half the value of a new townhouse, which’d mean the mortgage wouldn’t be too bad.”
The emo smiled. “That’s awesome news, big guy! It gives me some time to find a new place of my own.”
Mack frowned. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Yoshi began to explain. “Well, like, I…”
“Don’t you want to move in with me?”
Yoshi gasped. “You’re buying a house… for us?”
“Well,” replied the mechanic, “unless you’ve got any violent objections, that’s kind of the idea. I’ve been looking at a cool two-bedder in West End, just on the other side of the river. It’s really spacious, there’s more than enough room for us both. It’s even got a little courtyard, so maybe we could even get a puppy or a kitten.”
The emo floundered for a second. “But wait, big guy, I… I mean, that sounds incredible, almost like a fairy tale, but I don’t earn enough to help pay a mortgage. I’m still at uni trying to support myself with a part-time job… and fuck, I still don’t even know what I want to do for a career… I’d be worried that I won’t be able to pull my weight.”
report Mack smiled reassuringly. “Ah, don’t worry about that, punk. I’ve already done the maths. I’ve spreadsheeted the fuck out of this already, and I know we’ll be OK. Also, West End isn’t too far away from Lang Park, and you can still catch the Citycat up the river to campus.”
Their meals arrived, and just for a second, the emo felt a pure, undiluted flash of joy flood his system.
Everything, absolutely everything, was absolutely perfect.
The emo grinned so hard it nearly hurt. “I love you so fucking much, big guy.”
The mechanic’s hungry tummy rumbled. He picked up his knife and fork, ready to eat. “I love you too, punk.”
THE END
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