"So, are you moving to Austin with him?" (aka Aaron's move, Part 7)

My sister refills my coffee mug. She's been visiting San Francisco for a few days.
"Nah. I can't... I've got too much keeping me here: job, friends, family..."
"Hmm."
"Besides, I'd just be in the way. He needs to go do this on his own. He doesn't even have a place to stay when he gets there. He'll be moving in with his parents."
"So, maybe you could see how it goes and follow him in a few months or -"
"Yea yea," I break in,"I've thought of that. but you know - we'll see."
"Hmm."
"And anyways, I love my job. Yea it has it's down moments and all, but..."
"Andrew, you complain about your job all the time."
"And Austin - I mean, it's so hot there. If I wanted hot I would have stayed in LA."
"But it's gay friendly - like way more so than LA. You'd be into that."
"What about Grandma. I can't leave San Francisco."
"Hmm."
"I mean, Aaron's a great guy and all-"
"Totally" she adds.
"and really cute," I say.
"And funny." She smiles to herself, recalling one of his jokes.
"and we click, for the most part -"
"- and he's sexy!" she says, "such a catch...."
"STOP THAT! I am NOT moving to Austin, okay? Who's side are you on, anyways?"
(related posts: Aarons Move Part 6

Good times (aka Aaron's Move to Austin (Part 6) )

Aaron's lauging his ass off.
"Whoa, how high are you, kid?"
"I mean - it was so fun- fun-" And he bursts out again.
It's infectious. I start giggling too.
"Like- there we were and she's like -"
I can totally imagine Suzie standing there staring at the curtains
"And- and-" Aaron stops to catch his breath. "And then she says -"
"Suzie?" I'm now lauging hysterically.
"I've got nothing to wear - and -"
Tears are streaming down my cheeks. Aaron has slid off the sofa and is lying on the
floor - literally - rollilng around laughing. His boxers are bunched up and his tshirt is wet with sweat.
"And- and then I go - Oh baby!"
Aaron loves calling Suzie baby. Another fit of laughter. I love how he
calls her baby.
It's now yy turn to slide off the sofa, convulsing with the strangeness of the moment
"Oh baby, and then I point to the curtains and say..."
Aaron grabs hold of me, "wear these, Miss Scarlett!"
We both totally lose it. I'm laughing so hard I'm crying. My stomach hurts, and so does my jaw. Aaron's totally seized up on the floor, roaring unconrtollably. I crawl over to where he is lying, and put my arm around his waist. His tshirt has ridden up, leaving my hand in contact with his taut flesh. When he finally comes to, he opens his eyes and looks at me.
"I've got the munchies."
"So do I"
"Ice cream?"
"Double Fudge?"
"Chunky Monkey?"
"BOTH!" we say in unison, picking ourselves up.
(related: Aaron's move Part 5)

Dancing with Grant

"Will you dance with me up on the platform there?"
"OK"
We both hastily climb up on the platform. It's about 4 feet high, and bang in the center of the dance floor. There are hundreds of guys around us - shirts off, and dancing with abandon.
"Can I take your shirt off?"
"OK"
It feels warm up here, as we bump and grind. Our waterbottle falls from my back pocket to the floor. Oops.
"Look up" I say, and he does.
The discoball is hanging directly above us, so close that we can reach up and touch it. We watch our reflection in its thousands of little squares as we make out. A couple of guys on the dance floor have turned to watch us as Grant and I gyrate to the music. I turn him around, and draw him closely into me with my hands on his waist. We're both facing the front of the crowd - and I'm pressed right up against his backside. It's a amazing headrush.
"I feel like Leonardi DiCaprio and Kate Winslet in that scene from Titanic" I say, almost breathless.
"King of the World?" he asks, with that cute, cornfed smile of his.