In this story, Abraham is 16 years old, and Ash is 17. All models in the illustrations are over 18.
August 23, 2025: The first night of
The Play that Goes Wrong, and everything did go wrong! It was supposed to be about mishaps during a performance, with forgotten lines, broken props, and so on, but Ash really did forget his lines, miss his mark, and open his eyes while dead! It was unusual for juniors to get starring roles, even during the Lowland Summer Stock -- usually they went to seniors preparing to study drama at prestigious universities. So this was a big opportunity -- that he flubbed.
After the requisite standing ovation, he wanted to slink out quietly, skip the cast party, and go home, but Pontius Gemstone and Stacy, two guys from his skateboarding group, were waiting in the wings, along with the cutest boy Ash had ever seen: a round face, blue-grey eyes, a shock of unruly brown hair. He looked familiar, but Ash couldn't place him.
"My man!" Pontius exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. "We had to come out and support our skating bro!"
"So...er...how did you like the show?" he asked the cute boy.
He said "Nice" in a near whisper, and looked up at Pontius.
"You know my little brother Abraham, right?"
Now he remembered. "Oh, sure -- from French class last year?" He turned to Pontius. "This guy spends three-fourths of the class not saying a word, and then suddenly he gives a five-minute spiel on Cocteau."
"Cock Two?" Pontius repeated. "Sounds like my kind of writer."
Stacy laughed and grabbed his arm. "Be good!"
"Oh, I'm always good, Stace."
Wait -- were Pontius and Stacy dating? He knew that Stacy was gay-- but didn't Pontius like girls?
"We're...um...going out for pizza," Abraham said, looking down. "Do you want to come with us?"
"En Francais, s'il vous plait."
He grinned -- a smile that made Ash melt! "Veux-tu manger une pizza avec nous ? Et embrasse-moi "
And kiss me? Whoa....
Left: On "The Righteous Gemstones," Ash is played by Michael SayfouThey stopped at Famulari's for a bacon-cheeseburger pizza. Yep, Pontius and Stacy started dating while he was in the hospital after the Gator Farm Massacre. Stacy didn't want to tell their parents or anyone in the skating group yet. He didn't explain why, but Ash suspected that it was because Pontius didn't seem like the monogamous type, and why get everyone all excited for them if they were going to break up in a few weeks?
Once he had about a quart of soda in him, Abraham opened up. His parents took him to Paris for his tenth birthday, and he was hooked. He wanted to major in French in college, and become a translator. He liked Heartstopper on Nickelodeon, country-Western music, mountain bikes, water-skiing, and scary movies.
Ash saw his chance: "Have you seen Sinners? It's about twin brothers fighting vampires during the Great Depression."
"Sounds cool," Abraham said, flashing that incredible smile. "Where's it playing?"
Ash checked his cell phone. "At the Terrace. I'm performing tomorrow and Sunday, but we could go on Tuesday night, if you're free."
Pontius began "Sure, we'd...", but Stacy shushed him. "I mean, sorry, we have plans. Why don't you and Abraham go together?"
Abraham looked down at his plate. "That'd be ok."
"Great. I'll pick you up..."
"No!" he said forcefully, almost angrily. "I'll pick you up..."
They all stared.
"See, Grandad gave me a car for my sixteenth birthday, so I like to do the driving."
Ash's performance was better on Saturday night, and nearly perfect for the Sunday matinee, but still, the hours dragged. He couldn't stop thinking of Abraham's smile, and resisted the urge to text him every five minutes. He still texted a lot, just not every five minutes.
August 26, 2025: The movie was one of the best he'd ever seen, and the date was the best he'd ever had, cuddling against the amazingly cute Abraham Gemstone, arranging to reach for the popcorn when he did so their hands could touch. But things came crashing down when Abraham dropped Ash off at his house, and he leaned in for a kiss.
Abraham moved his head. "Hey, watch it!"
Ash's stomach churned. Wasn't this a date? Wasn't Abraham gay? "Sorry. I thought..."
He was staring straight ahead. "It's ok."
"If you don't like me in that way, we can always be friends, right?"
"Sure."
"Shake hands?" He held out his hand. Abraham took it, pressed the open palm to his face, and closed his eyes. Was he trembling?
"Are you ok?"
"No. I mean, yeah, sure, of course." He dropped Ash's hand. "Good night."
When Ash texted a "thanks for a nice evening" later, he didn't respond. And in the morning, when he texted "Are we still friends?", no response.
The full story, with n*de photos, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends