Alright, here is the last chapter in this story. It's not that I don't want to write more about our two friends Nate and Hugh, it's just that I feel like I can't keep this arc going much longer without getting too stale, and I'd like to tie the loose ends while it's still manageable. I do wish I had received more reviews as I wrote my chapters, but I guess nobody had anything to say about them. With or without criticism, I'll do what I can to get better at writing.

As expected, Nate was the first in the bed to wake up, raising the lids of his drowsy eyes to see what it was that he could feel wrapped within his arms. Blinking to help re-orient his vision, he realized that he had locked Hugh, still asleep and snoring quietly, in a somewhat binding grip, like the sleeping boy was the anchor to secure him amidst the torrent of a stormy sea. Looking over Hugh's bare shoulders and head, the younger boy noticed the door to his room was open, drawing in a gentle breeze. That struck him as a bit unusual, remembering that he had firmly closed the door last night before he had gone to bed with his friend.

Did someone open the door while we were still asleep, he thought, or did I forget to shut it after all?

Not too much later, Hugh began to wake up as well, the sunlight shining through the windows beckoning him away from his dreams. He felt the clasp of his friend's thin but still somewhat muscled arms around his body, and exchanged a warm glance with his friendly captor, breaking the silence with a sweet, yet sensual, "Good morning, Nate," following up with a brief peck with the lips on the boy's nose.

As the blue-haired boy pulled his face away, Nate could see a strand of drool connecting the two boys where Hugh had kissed, thin and dewy as the silk of a bug Pokemon's web. The tendril of moisture seemed to vanish as the distance grew, but he could still feel a tickling sensation of wetness on the tip of his nose as he mimicked the greeting, "Good morning," also kissing his friend, but on the lips instead of the nose; the latter didn't seem quite right to Nate.

Both boys tossed the large blanket aside and searched for some fresh clothing to wear for the day. Neither of the two was at all uncomfortable about seeing each other naked at this point; within the two days they had spent together so far, each boy had willingly revealed all for their respective friend to observe – and more. Once they had both found some suitable attire, they rushed downstairs to the kitchen, summoned by the call of another breakfast.

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The food was quickly consumed, and afterwards, Nate and Hugh were eager to park themselves in front of the television set, watching the cartoon that was displayed. Nate's mother had entered some time after the show had finished, holding the Xtransceiver phone in her hand. She waved to rouse Hugh's attention, and announced, "Hugh, that was your mother. She needs your help with something right away, it won't take long."

The spiky-haired boy she addressed nodded in acknowledgement, and thanked her for telling him about the news. Once he had left the house, Nate's mother sat down on the sofa next to her son, smiling but maintaining a serious composure as she said, "Nate, may I ask you something?" as the boy shut the TV off. Nate canted his head to the side, a habit he could not seem to shirk whenever he was asked a question. "What is it, mom?"

The doting parent sighed; what she would say next would probably lead to a much-unneeded episode of drama, but this issue was one she wanted resolved. Pausing for the briefest of moments, she questioned, "Last night… did Hugh want to do anything… unusual to you, or should I say, with you?" Had his mother asked that same question yesterday, Nate would have replied affirmatively. However, the happenings that had unfolded last night were entirely of the younger boy's volition. He replied truthfully, "No, nothing unusual, mom. Why do you ask?"

The conversation had not yet escalated beyond control, relieving the middle-aged woman. She explained to her son. "I don't know how to say this, but… I looked in your room while you were still asleep, and it looked like you and Hugh were sleeping together… with no clothes."

Nate tensed in panic. He was correct in thinking that someone had opened the door in his sleep, and now his mother had uncovered the truth about what he had been doing with his friend. Was she going to punish him? Was she going to blame Hugh? Nate eyed his mother in silence, eyes growing wet with dread as he feared what was to come.

"Nate, my son… I sometimes forget how much you've grown. I've always thought of you as my little boy, but… you won't be a boy forever." To her son's relief, Nate's mother spoke her next sentence without the slightest semblance of anger in her expression or words. "You're starting to look more like your father every day… He would be so proud to see you now…" The maternal woman tried to restrain herself from shedding tears, memories of their late patriarch resurfacing as she continued, "And while you may be doing… 'those things' with another boy, I still love you all the same, just as I, and your father, always have…"

Nate held his mother tightly, providing comfort. "I love you too, Mom… and Dad, I love him too." She leaned her head against her son's, knowing that no matter how old he would get and what he would do in life, Nate would always be her dearest child, her flesh and blood, and that made her happier than anything else. The mother then separated from her child, and she left the living room thinking about Hugh, the boy that Nate was having sex with; the very same boy that had supported her son in his darkest hours. Even if Nate was in love with a boy, she thought, she knew no boy more suitable to be her son's than Hugh.

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In time, Hugh had returned from his errands to see his friend lounging lazily along the sofa, essentially half-asleep as he slumped on the furniture. To surprise the young brown-haired boy, he swiped at the beloved visor Nate was wearing, taking the hat off and placing it atop his own mass of navy-blue spiky hair. The visor-less boy swiveled to see his headgear pilfered by his best friend, and he instantly jumped to his feet.

"Hugh! That's my visor, you can't just take it from me like that!" Nate whined, slightly exaggerating his irritation to evoke a more facetious front. Hugh flashed an impish grin, holding the visor as though it could fall off at any second. He ran upstairs, shouting out, "If you want it, you'll have to get it!" as he disappeared into the stairwell.

The younger boy gave chase, cornering Hugh in the bedroom to tackle him, making them both collapse onto the large, cushy bed. Nate tried to grab at his friend's head to retrieve the visor, and Hugh did whatever he could to fend the boy off until he was overpowered, reluctantly relinquishing his plunder for Nate to reclaim. With the smaller boy almost lying on top of him, Hugh wondered if his friend was starting to think the same thoughts as he.

"Hugh… you wanna play another game?" Nate suggested, trying to mask the shyness in his voice as he began to lower the waistband of his pants. Hugh noticed what Nate was trying to get at, and followed his lead.

The blue-haired boy reached into the pocket of his pants while answering, "Oh, yes… and I know just what kind of 'game' we could play, heh heh." He produced what looked like a silvery tube of toothpaste from his pockets, and twisted off the cap. Like his friend, he took to removing his pants as well, dropping them to the floor, where both boys' underwear followed in a matter of seconds.

Hugh wriggled his way off the bed from under Nate, who still held his crawling position, as he was instructed to. Leaning over his friend, Hugh laid a hand over each rounded cheek of the boy's soft rump, pulling them apart to reveal the tight, puckering hole they concealed.

Looks clean, Hugh thought to himself. Perfect.

Squeezing the silvery tube yielded a red gel-like liquid that smelt of berries, which Hugh poured on his fingers to slather around Nate's entrance, allowing a few of his fingers access to probe inside. The sprawling boy squeaked in discomfort as he was being fingered; his anus wasn't used to having anything so solid coming in – let alone going out – of it.

"H-Hugh… aah, this doesn't feel right…" he groaned, turning his head in an attempt to get a better look.

Hugh tried to comfort his friend, slowing the pace of his finger movements, still searching for the young boy's sweet spot. He reassured the trembling, visor-clad boy, talking in the most soothing voice he could. "Just relax, Nate… Relax, in a minute you'll feel really, really good, I promise. Do you trust me?"

Silence lingered for a second before Nate replied, "Y-Yeah…" He gave it his best effort to release the tension on his ring muscles as they we being stretched, and he began to move his hips in sync with his partner's firm, slender fingers. With his assistance, Hugh was able to locate the boy's prostate, which his fingers pressed against, making Nate moan in pleasure. Hugh smiled; it was time for the main event to take place. Kneeling on the downy mattress, he held his completely hardened member, already coated in the red lubricating gel, to guide it into the tight opening, pushing the rod inside with little resistance.

Nate screamed, loving the way Hugh's rigid organ filled his passage, hitting his very sensitive prostate with every thrust, each one sending him closer to his peak. "Aaah! Hugh… You're right, this… this does feel good!..." Hearing the young boy's moans of pleasure drove Hugh mad; he couldn't get enough of the way he was getting squeezed by Nate's insides. To further increase the younger boy's pleasure, he reached down to take hold of Nate's unused genitals, stroking the smaller rod as rapidly as he was thrusting. The two boys had never known such intense, overwhelming pleasure before; their bodies were almost radiating heat as the intercourse continued. Finally, the stimulation had become too much for Nate, he was the first to climax, his penis almost wagging as it twitched to spray his sticky seed on the bedsheets. His rectum then clenched shut, which made Hugh reach orgasm immediately afterwards, moaning deeply as he injected his fluids into the younger boy, flooding his tunnel. Completely spent from the pleasure and strenuous activity, the couple flopped down, lying on the bed; Hugh still hadn't pulled out, even as he was beginning to soften inside of his friend.

Turning to Nate, the older boy asked, "What do you think, was that good or what?" but received only faint snoring in response; his partner was too exhausted to stay awake. Hugh didn't mind though; he smiled, content to know that their relationship was bound for a happy and pleasurable future as he joined his friend in slumber.

And that's the end of this story. As I said, I initially wanted to focus more on making this a PWP-like story, but before I knew it, things had grown past that point. Would the story have improved more if I had kept it shorter and to the point?

Anyway, thanks for reading! I'll be back soon, once I find the inspiration and planning for the next fic. Until then, sit tight and keep an eye out, kay?