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Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Chapter Fourteen Addendum: Mateo & Kevin
FRIDAY 19TH NOVEMBER 2021
Matty was staring at Kevin Connors.
Fuck, Kevin caught him!
Matty looked away and blushed and cursed every atom of his existence for getting caught.
Matty's attention turned to the stage where the lad called Morys was strutting around without his shirt or trousers on. Like a big, sexy seventeen-year-old with a great body and a nice personality, clever, good at sports, friends with Amos (Toby's boyfriend) and totally trying to get off with Noah.
Morys had a nice bulge, brown skin, black hair that was bundled into a top knot. Kinda worked for him. Matty thought Morys had great legs – his inner thighs were brushed with black hair and the centre of his chest was similarly decorated. Mr Cooke was subtly watching the scene but the man also pinched a thick schlong in the front of his trousers.
Matty watched as Noah approached the stage. It wouldn't be long before this became another in a long series of embarrassing events or an embarrassed nudist moment. Matty would have been more interested but he was busy. He was pining and languishing in an aching desire for Kevin.
His friends didn't really understand his crush.
Well, first of all – look at him!
Kevin was tall, perhaps an inch short of six foot. He was broad, with the physique of a boxer. Big shoulders and biceps, a solid chest, a lean but not skinny waistline and his legs were thick and strong inside his back school trousers. Kevin had short brown hair and dark eyebrows that emphasised his dark brown eyes. His face had the look of a boxer who'd been punched a few too many times; slightly mean and miserable but his eyes gave him away. Kevin's eyes were sad. His mouth didn't frown but it was pulled into a straight line that seldom smiled.
If Kevin was a dog, he'd be a rottweiler or a German shepherd – mean looking but clever, loyal and Matty would give him lots of belly rubs and give him a name like Bashful, or Bash for short. But that's just an example.
Amos said that Kevin kept to himself but maybe he just needed a friend.
Amos had told them that Kevin had been expelled for fighting but he didn't look dangerous to Matty. Kevin looked lonely. While Morys and Noah did... whatever it was they were doing... Matty unobtrusively (noticed by everyone) crossed the hall toward Kevin. Kevin wasn't interested in the drama part of Drama Club but he watched politely while fidgeting with wires inside a... a... a thing. Matty didn't really know what it was.
Matty sat down next to Kevin whose eyes shifted to look at him and then shifted back to his hands.
"Hi," Matty said.
"Hey," Kevin replied.
This was going well.
"Um... so... what are you doing?" Matty asked.
Matty held his hands in his lap to keep from fidgeting but his leg bounced up and down.
"I'm trying to rig spotlights that can be controlled with wi-fi," Kevin replied.
"Oh, that's a cool idea. You can do that?" Matty asked.
"Probably," Kevin replied.
...
"Do you want to hang out with me and my friends?" Matty asked awkwardly. "I mean... over there. Amos and Samir and Toby and Ronan... and me."
"I'm alright, thanks," Kevin replied.
"Oh. Sure," Matty replied dejectedly.
"You can hang out with me," Kevin added with his attention on the device in his hands. "If you want."
Matty grinned, then smiled, then beamed.
Alright! Tone it down!
Matty rearranged his face into one of nonchalance.
"Yea, ok," he squeaked coolly.
"What on earth is your friend doing?" Kevin asked as his eyes shifted to the stage.
Mateo looked too and witnessed, along with everyone else in the room, Noah taking off his clothes. Because of course he was.
"It's just Noah. It's his thing," Matty replied.
"Yea, I can see his thing," Kevin remarked.
Matty giggled so hard that his eyes prickled with tears of amusement yet Kevin continued to wear an expression of detachment, sadness and dourness. But he had made a joke, right?
"You're funny," Matty commented.
"Ok," Kevin said.
Boy, he was hard work! Not that Matty noticed, he was to besotted. While thinking of what to say next, Matty looked back to the stage. Noah slipped his briefs down his silky, skinny legs and exposed his ass and penis to the Drama Club. Matty resisted the urge to drool or to replace his eyes with hearts like in the smiling face with heart eyes emoji. Kevin didn't actually know he was bisexual and Matty wanted to get to know him before coming out.
"I can't believe he did that."
"I don't wanna see that!"
"Speak for yourself."
"That's hilarious."
"Noah? I'm afraid we're out of time for today," Mr Cooke said with a sigh. "Maybe we should pick this up next week? We can discuss body confidence in the performing arts and whether nudity in acting is socially or societally acceptable?"
Kevin's expression was one of incomprehension – Matty was so used to Noah's nudism that he forgot most people found it decidedly peculiar. Noah was left naked but beginning to redress while the Drama Club boys packed up to go home.
"Well, see you next time?" Kevin said.
Matty was surprised that Kevin made such a grand overture.
"Yea. That would be grood," Matty said.
Grood? It's good or great. Pick one for fuck's sake!
Matty stood up, embarrassed at himself.
"We should hang out some time," Matty said and regretted it.
"Why?" Kevin replied and regretted it.
Matty was hurt by the rejection but before he could run off, Kevin spoke again.
"Yea, I guess, maybe," Kevin said.
"Oh. Cool," Matty replied with toned down excitement.
He didn't even squee! This was progress for Matty who didn't want to come across as too Matty in case it put Kevin off. Being friends. Or gentle lovers. Whichever.
"Where have you been?" Toby asked Matty when he returned to the group.
"He was talking to Kevin," Amos said.
Fuck, did this kid notice everything? Amos was so nice and he tried really hard but Matty wondered if Amos was a little excessive in his compassion and interest in everyone and everything.
"Oh, how'd it go?" Toby asked.
Noah was just returning, with Morys beside him.
"Hi guys. Bye guys," Morys said.
"Where are you running off to?" Amos demanded.
Amos and Morys had been friend for a long time and there was something sweet about the contrast. Morys was a big, athletic, gay lad and Amos was a petite, twinky, gay trans-boy.
"Haircut," Morys said.
Matty looked at Morys's long black hair, tied into a knot on the top of his head. Amos didn't get a chance to say anything else as Morys took off and skipped around the other boys leaving the hall. Noah was watching Morys go as Matty started talking again.
He had been quiet for nearly 30 seconds after all.
"So, I went to talk to Kevin and said hi. He said hey back and I asked him what he was doing. And he said he was trying to make spotlights work for the stage but using magic. Or wi-fi. Same thing. I was impressed he could do that. He seems good with electrical stuff. And physics, I guess? Anyway, I asked if he wanted to hang out with us," Matty spoke excitedly and paused not to let anyone else talk but because he needed to take a breath.
"What did he say?" Toby asked, happy for his friend even if it was a hopeless crush.
Or a hapless crush in Matty's case.
"Oh, he didn't want to do that. But he said I could hang out with him," Matty said brightly.
"That's good," Amos commented.
"So, are you going to go home and masturbate furiously while all the Kevin thoughts are still fresh?" asked Ronan.
"Why would I be furious? I'm delighted. Elated. Euphoric," Matty replied.
"You still using that thesaurus calendar?" Samir asked.
"Ecstatic," Matty replied. "Anyway, I wasn't done telling you. So, then we saw Noah was getting naked on stage and I said it was his thing and Kevin said he could see Noah's thing and I laughed and said he was really funny."
Samir looked at Matty and chuckled. Matty's excitement was adorable. They were stepping outside and Matty was nearly jumping with enthusiasm as he talked about Kevin. However, while everyone else had offered some kind of comment, Noah was still lost in his own world.
Wasn't he always?
Noah was the kind of boy who thought the whole story resolved around him. Noah was probably arrogant enough to think two stories resolved around him.
"Noah, are you listening to me?" Mateo demanded.
He wanted Noah's take on the whole thing. Noah had more experience than all of them put together. Though, Matty reflected, Noah experience was substantially sexual and not romantic. Matty didn't want to fuck Kevin... well... he did... but he didn't just want to fuck Kevin!
"Yes, Matty, I'm listening," Noah replied.
"Kevin actually spoke to me and I asked him if he wanted to hang out sometime and you know what he said?" Mateo asked - he was going to tell them what Kevin replied regardless of if they asked or not.
"Did he say: I'm sorry, who are you again?" Noah joked.
Matty ignored the sarcasm because he was too delighted, elated, euphoric and ecstatic. Toby and Amos were sniggering while Samir and Ronan smiled. They were happy for him.
"No. He said... yea, I guess, maybe," Mateo reported the words verbatim. "I mean, it's not a no so I'd say that's a result!"
"We're happy for you, Mateo," Amos told him.
Amos felt obliged to say something because no-one else had filled the expectant pause.
Having left the school together, the group loitered at the gates while they chatted said their goodbyes.
"So, Noah... can you go anywhere without getting naked?" Samir asked.
Matty could hear the sarcasm – which was usually his job. Mateo was practically bouncing – from the cold, from a need to pee, because people who weren't him were talking...
"Fewer and fewer places by the day," Noah confessed.
Matty liked to think about all the places he knew Noah had been naked or could be naked in the future. He had a fantasy of Noah naked on a plane... which would be a good title for the story too. Naked on a Place. Anyway, Matty had a fantasy about Noah being naked on a plane and...
"And you're ok with that?" Amos gently asked Noah.
"Yea. I'm good with it," Noah replied.
The road was quiet so Samir crossed over, looking back to offer a wave. Toby and Amos held hands as they departed and spoke softly to each other. Why was it every time Matty said or thought "Toby and Amos" he thought of Tori Amos? Maybe he was just thinking about Winter because it was so cold? Snow can wait, I forgot my mittens. Wipe my nose, get new boots on. I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter.
"Ronan?" Noah gave him a shake.
"Oh... sorry... I was miles away," Ronan replied.
Matty hadn't been miles away exactly, more like keeping one eye on Sam, another eye on Tori Amos and another eye on Ronan and Noah... why did he have three eyes?
"Were you listening to the other guy?" Matty asked.
Mateo asked the question with caution but he was incredibly interested in Ronan's experience. Ronan heard voices?! Well, a voice. But it wasn't real. Well, it was. Ronan didn't talk about it much but maybe he would if his friends asked more questions. Matty always wanted to ask questions. really never talked about Herman and the things he said.
"Maybe a little," Ronan admitted.
"How do you cope with that? It must be really tough," Matty said softly.
Matty had a voice in his head but it was his own voice, his own thoughts. It wasn't another voice. Since Mateo liked the sound of his own voice, it was good company.
"It used to be worse and a lot harder to cope with," Ronan confessed.
"So, what changed?" Matty asked keenly.
"Therapy..." Ronan replied – his tone held something of a confession.
Matty recognised a confessional voice – he knew Ronan had attended a Catholic school and he was culturally Catholic himself. Well, his family was culturally Catholic. Mateo was culturally sceptical, sarcastic and banned from antagonising the grandparents.
"...Coming up with strategies that work for me to help me concentrate or destress," Ronan continued.
"Does that help?" Mateo asked interestedly.
"Sometimes," Ronan said but he didn't sound sure.
"That's cool. I don't know how it works but maybe someday you could write down the things Herman says so other people can understand the kind of things you're going through?" Matty suggested energetically, trying not to sound pushy. "Like when Jess Thom wrote Welcome to Biscuitland about her experience with Tourette's."
Noah wore a thoughtful expression and had a quiet smile as if he was surprised Matty could be so considerate. Matty might be OTT sometimes but he was a nice boy.
"Ok, see you guys later," Mateo said as he wandered off. "I'm going to go fantasise about Kevin."
Matty could hear Noah and Ronan continue to talk as he walked away into the dark. It was a well-lit street but it was actually dark outside. Mateo entertained himself by panting like he was giving birth – sending out puffs of breath that condensed in the air. There was a figure shrouded in the dark ahead – shrouded, Matty liked that word. Shrouded. He rather thought he should avoid scary figures hidden in the shadows but the person emerged and revealed itself as Kevin.
Matty smiled and then tried to dampen his grin so he didn't look like a maniac.
"Hi," Kevin said.
"Hey," Mateo replied.
"You were trying to be nice earlier," Kevin said in his slow, dry voice.
"I usually am," Mateo admitted.
"You said we should hang out some time," Kevin remined him.
As if Matty needed reminding. Do you want to hang out now or in the bedroom?! Mateo resisted say that last part out loud.
"Anyway, I thought I should give you my number..." Kevin added, sounding and feeling awkward.
Mateo appreciated the gesture because Kevin had not demonstrated himself to be the most outgoing or talkative of people. He was clearly trying very hard.
"Yea, I guess, maybe," Matty said and chuckled at his own cleverness – repeating Kevin's own words.
Kevin got the reference and... well, he didn't laugh or smile but he did nod appreciatively. They exchanged numbers as the carried on up the street. Matty was well aware that his excitable energy and disorganised lack of calm could be agitating. He worked to remain composed so as not to put Kevin off.
Kevin was quiet, reserved and guarded – seemingly content to walk in silence. Silence was not Matty's forte!
"I was thinking about getting stranded on a desert island," Matty announced.
Kevin almost missed a step, looked at Matty and then stared ahead again. He adjusted his schoolbag and Matty noticed that despite the cold, Kevin's jacket was open. It revealed his school shirt and tie and his chest bursting underneath it like Superman about to rip his shirt open and fly into the sky.
"On... purpose?" Kevin asked slowly and uncertainly.
"What? No," Matty replied as if Kevin was the one who had lost it.
Kevin's face looked confused and Mateo liked the way it scrunched up when he was trying to follow a classic Mateo rabbit hole conversation.
"I'm confused," Kevin admitted.
"If you were stranded alone on a desert island, what five thigs would you take with you?" Matty asked.
It really was a Mateo classic conundrum.
"Oh, I see..." Kevin responded. "I'm guessing communication is impossible?"
"Depends on if you want to ruin the game or not," Matty retorted.
Kevin processed this and gave a half shrug.
"Ok then," Kevin decided. "I'd take a water purifier, a multitool, a fishing net, a hammock and a voodoo doll."
"A voodoo doll?" Matty laughed. "I was with you up until the voodoo doll."
"To get back at my enemies for stranding me on the desert island," Kevin rationalised.
"Is a voodoo doll really in the spirit of the game?" Mateo asked.
He looked at Kevin with what he hoped was concealed wonder and adoration.
"Depends on if you want to ruin the game or not?" Kevin replied.
"Touché," Matty agreed.
"What would you take to the deserted island?" Kevin asked.
He was a polite boy who, although reserved and cautious when he talked, knew how to carry a conversation when he got going.
"A different five things?" Matty asked.
"Yea, that would be best. Especially if we're trapped together," Kevin pointed out.
Trapped! On a desert island! With Kevin!
"Trapped alone together?" Matty said.
Wait! Did he say that out loud? Quick, move on!
"Um, I'd take... a solar-powered cooking appliance, a wind-up torch, a compass, an axe and a blanket," Matty listed
"A blanket? Isn't it a hot deserted island? What kind of scam are you running here?" Kevin joked.
It was hard to tell if he was joking because his face remained sour and his voice was droll but he was definitely joking. Probably. Matty laughed anyway.
"It gets cold in the desert overnight," Matty replied.
He wanted to say they could share the blanket but that could have sounded too keen, needy and forward. Kevin didn't know he was bisexual and Matty wasn't ready to tell him.
"Sure," Kevin agreed.
Matty noticed that Kevin chose his words carefully. He could speak at length but generally spoke in short and direct sentences. Mateo was impressed that Kevin was such a good sport about playing his daft speculative games. His friends always moaned but they liked his questions. Still, Matty knew it was a quirk and not one everyone understood or appreciated.
"Thanks for playing along. My conversations are kinda like Alice in Wonderland. You just gotta go down the rabbit hole," Mateo explained.
"Either she was falling very slowly or the well was very deep," Kevin replied.
Matty noticed Kevin put emphasis on the "p" in deep, making it sound ominous and cool! What kind of person quotes Alice in Wonderland? The pair had carried on walking in a more or less straight line, following the long road that joined onto another long road that joined onto another long road all the way to the centre of Dukesbridge.
"Do you live this way?" Mateo asked.
He didn't want Kevin going out of his way.
"More or less," Kevin answered evasively.
"I should text home," Matty said though he made no move to take out his phone. "My mum and dad get worried."
"Hmm," Kevin said non-committedly.
Matty didn't know much about Kevin. He had been kicked out of his last school for fighting but Matty thought the big guy seemed pretty tame. Tamed but not domesticated perhaps?
"I don't have any friends," Kevin said without preamble.
Matty felt sad for him. He didn't understand why Kevin didn't have friends – he was strong and athletic, clever and quite witty. Matty was biased of course because he also thought Kevin was hot!
"I'll be your friend," Matty insisted.
"Ok," Kevin replied.
"Why don't you have friends?" Matty asked after a few minutes of silence.
Kevin shrugged. He didn't really want to tell Mateo the truth. He was unwanted and uncared for and had been bullied for it at his last school.
"I got expelled from my last school for getting into a fight. For ending the fight, really..." Kevin admitted.
Amos had told the group about the expulsion and the fight but he didn't like to gossip and so offered no other details.
"Are you one punch man?" Matty asked with a sense of awe.
"No," Kevin replied dryly. "I punched them more than once, that was kinda the problem."
"Depends why you did it," Mateo said with a shrug.
"My mum died a few years ago," Kevin said without emotion. "My dad and I don't really talk about things... I guess the boys started saying things about it all and I got angry."
Matty put a hand on Kevin's arms. Fuck, he had great arms. He patted Kevin gently.
"Who wouldn't have gotten angry?" Matty asked rhetorically. "Especially when you don't have anyone to talk to."
Kevin didn't reply. When he said he didn't really talk to his dad, he meant that he had not seen his dad for years. For such a big lad, being the victim of bullying was humiliating. Kevin stood up for himself and others but there were still a few antagonists who tried to provoke him. Eric for example was not content with just being transphobic, homophobic and ableist – he called Kevin "Oliver" from time to time. Oliver – the Charles Dickens orphan. Kevin sure felt like an orphan.
"You're talking to me," Kevin mumbled eventually.
"Incessantly," Matty said self-effacingly.
Kevin nodded in agreement.
"You should join us for lunch sometime. At school I mean," Mateo added.
"I guess I could," Kevin agreed.
When Mateo's phone rang he knew it would be his mum or dad asking him why he was so late. It got dark so early in December and they worried about him.
"Are you worried someone might take me away?" Matty asked the last time he was late.
"Not worried, just hoping," his dad said, laughed and then hugged his son with massive arms and a massive belly.
Matty answered his phone and Kevin could hear "where are you?" through the speaker.
"I'm coming home now," Matty replied. "I was at Drama Club then I was talking to the gang..."
"A drugs gang or that gang of losers you love so much?" a man's voice asked jokingly.
"The losers. I only meet my dealer before school," Mateo replied – equally jokingly.
"Bring me something nice," (presumably) his dad responded. "Where are you?"
"Ten minutes away, dad. Don't worry about it. I'm just walking with a friend?" he said but didn't sound sure – was Kevin a friend.
"One of the gang?" dad asked sarcastically.
"No. His name is Kevin. With a K. Wait..." Matty knew that statement didn't make much sense.
Oh well, it was said now.
"Have I met Kevin with a K?" dad asked.
"No. Anyway. Bye," Mateo answered.
"Mat-"
"Sorry about that," Matty said to Kevin.
Matty was mildly embarrassed by his family – they were loud and enthusiastic, they thought they were funny and they never stopped talking. Unironically, Matty couldn't imagine being that annoying.
They reached the end of another street and Kevin came to a stop.
"I'm going this way," Kevin said vaguely.
"It's been nice talking to you," Matty said brightly.
Matty hadn't mentioned he was bisexual or that he fancied the pants off Kevin. It didn't seem like the right moment. Besides, Matty couldn't figure Kevin out – was he LGBTQ+ or not? Was he just a nice straight boy? Kevin was a mystery.
Kevin had omitted certain details too. His mum had died and he didn't talk to his dad but Matty hadn't filled the gap in this admission. Matty had failed to infer that Kevin literally did not talk to his dad and he didn't have any family to live with. Plenty of people at school knew already – Kevin was faintly surprised no-one had blabbed about it. Kevin lived in a home operated by Social Services. He had been unsuccessfully fostered a few times and Kevin himself had given up on the idea of being fostered or adopted. He'd been in Children's Residential Care for years now and was likely to be there until he was old enough to live alone.
He lived in a bleak building that had been given a face lift a few years ago and he was lucky to have been accepted by Barons Edge Comprehensive on the merits of his grades and high praise from his last Head Master (despite being expelled) and his social worker.
How could he tell Matty he was a thug who had no parents and no-one who cared about him? Matty was a cheeky and cheerful bundle of sunshine, what would he understand about depression and loneliness? However, as Kevin got to know Matty, he was starting to feel something he'd never felt before...
Kevin had only nodded in reply until it was awkward and Matty had walked away but after a few steps, Kevin had called back.
"Mateo!"
Matty turned, wearing a hopeful but neutral expression.
"It... it was nice talking to you too," Kevin said. "Thanks."
Mateo nodded enthusiastically.
"You're welcome," he replied. "Listen... Um... If you join us for lunch, don't judge me... I eat a lot."
"Ok," Kevin responded.
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