When Lukas got home, his mother had already left. He sighed as he closed the door. He hoped that she would be there when he got back to at least see her off or try and convince her to stay a little longer so she could rest.

He went to his room and changed clothes before dropping them on his bed. Lukas turned on his side and gently closed his eyes. If he had nothing to do, he was going to sleep. Try to forget all his worries. As he got into a good sleeping position, he felt his cellphone vibrate against the mattress. Lukas opened his eyes and reached for it. He knew the text could only come from Charlie, but he was surprised to see it was from Tate. He had put in a random name just in case Charlie went snooping.

Coach: Are you alone?

Lukas: Yes.

Coach: I'm coming over.

Lukas stared at his message, confused. He was sure Tate had told him he wasn't coming. That way, he would have the time to really think whether this whole thing with Tate was a good idea.

Lukas: I thought you couldn't come.

Coach: What do you care? Do you not want this to be resolved?

Lukas: I do.

Coach: Then don't complain. I'll be there in half an hour.

Lukas stared at his phone. He didn't understand how Tate's brain worked. He said he couldn't make it and now he was coming. Lukas wondered why he suddenly changed his mind. Tate didn't look like he wanted to help him anyway. He sighed and threw his phone on his bed again.

Exactly half an hour since the last text, the doorbell rang. Lukas lazily got out of bed and headed towards the door. Lukas opened the door, and Tate was standing in front of him, wearing a black hoodie with the hood up.

"Hey." Lukas smiled lightly. Come..."

Lukas was cut off when Tate pushed his way past him. He stopped in the middle of the kitchen and waited. Lukas stared at him, confused, and closed the door.

"Why did you change your mind?"

"Why do you care?"

Lukas looked at Tate. He looked like his usual self, though annoyed more than he was the day before. But he could tell it wasn't because of Lukas. Something else had gotten him in that mood. Something that had made him change his mind. Lukas kept his eyes on Tate and noticed the small bruise mark on his neck. He lowered his gaze.

"You didn't have to come if you had plans."

"I didn't." Tate crossed his arms over his chest. He had a plastic bag again. "So are we going to start?"

Lukas nodded and headed towards his bedroom. He stood in front of his bed and waited to see what was going to happen.

"Strip."

"Just pants?" Lukas asked, and the only response he got was a dark stare from Tate. "Okay."

Lukas removed everything from the waist down and sat on the bed. He wondered if Tate would do the same thing as last time or if they were going to try something else.

"Your shirt too."

Lukas looked up at him. He didn't think that when he meant strip, he meant the whole body. He didn't see the purpose of stripping completely. Lukas didn't protest. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his slim meek body. Tate threw the bag onto the bed. Lukas glanced over at him.

"Put some of that on your dick."

Lukas opened the bag and found a bottle with a clear pinkish gel in it.

"What is it?"

"Lube."

Tate leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for Lukas to start. Lukas opened the bottle and poured a little gel into his hand. He had never used lube before and didn't know how much to use.

"More," Tate said. Lukas poured a little more until there was a little pool in the palm of his hand. "Now rub your hands together." Lukas complied. "The gel should help."

Lukas nodded. He opened his legs a little and placed both of his hands on his cock. The gel felt cold, and he gasped a little. He waited a moment until he got used to it before doing anything. Lukas thought of what Tate had done to him the day before and tried to do the same thing. He wasn't as good as Tate, and he didn't feel as if it was working. Lukas looked up at Tate. He was staring at him, expressionless.

Lukas lowered his head. He had to make this work. He didn't want to be a burden on Tate anymore. The gel was helping, but it wasn't enough. He needed more if he was going to be able to come.

"What's taking so long?" Tate groaned. "Just do what I did to you yesterday."

Lukas closed his eyes tightly. He knew that and it was what he was trying to do, but no matter how hard he tried, his erection wouldn't fully form.

"I can't." Lukas cried out. "It's not working."

He knew what he had to do. He wanted it to work. He wanted to be able to do it by himself. He didn't want to have to rely on Tate anymore, but he couldn't. It didn't feel the same. It didn't give him the same pleasure. Tate sighed. He removed his hoodie and threw it on the floor.

"Do I have to do everything?" Tate went to bed. He sat behind Lukas just as he had done the day before. "Put your legs on mine." Lukas obeyed. "Now, lean back."