“Hurry, Joe! Unlock the door!!” Mike exclaimed as Joe approached his car after school. Mike was chomping at the bit to listen to the tape that Rocco made him.

  “Alright, alright! What’s the rush?” Joe said and walked over to his side of the car to unlock it.

  “There’s a tape I want to listen to!” Mike was almost jumping up and down with excitement. The day was excruciating without any access to a tape player.

  “It’s not some of that shitty music you’ve been listen to, is it?” Joe said and opened the door. He leaned over to unlock the passenger side. Mike hurriedly leapt into the seat while Joe turned the battery of the car on. If they did not listen to this tape, he was afraid Mike would assassinate him.

  “No, it’s a tape Rocco made me for my birthday. I’ve been waiting all day to listen to it,” Mike was almost out of breath.

  “He made you a tape? Like a mixed tape?” Joe asked. He hadn’t seen Mike this excited since he was a kid.

  “No, it’s music he played for me and recorded. It’s my birthday present,” Mike exclaimed.

  “Oh wow! Mad player respect to Rocco,” Joe said impressed.

  Joe inserted the tape. Thankfully, it was rewound to the beginning.

  There was ambient hissing from the environment and then, in the background, Mike heard Rocco yell from the side:

  “Mike, this is for you!” followed by Pete saying “Happy birthday, Mikey. 2…3…4…”

  Rocco’s guitar started playing the first notes of “Punk Rock Girl”. Joe had his mouth opened slightly in shock while Mike sat starstruck. The song ended and started again with “Here Comes Your Man”. Rocco’s playing and Pete’s singing sent Mike into orbit with happiness. The final song, “Head Over Heels”, left Mike teary eyed.

  “He did that just for you?” Joe asked still stunned at the quality of musicianship on this low-tech tape. These guys were more than good. The only thing Mike could do was nod his head. Joe was impressed with how much Rocco had upped the game when it comes to courting. “Wow, that guy knows how to get you.”

  “Yeah. And guess what?” Mike said producing the piece of paper proposing that they become official boyfriends. He handed it to Joe who unfolded the paper and read the note.

  “So, it’s official. Mike has a boyfriend,” Joe said folding the paper and handing it back to Mike.

  “We are boyfriends!” Mike exclaimed. He was so overcome that he rolled the window down and yelled out the window, “I have a boyfriend!” A couple of passers-by stopped briefly not able to pinpoint where the yell came from.

  “SHHH! Mike! Are you sure you want the world to know?” Joe tried to get Mike to calm down.

  “I don’t care. Rocco is my boyfriend!” Mike laughed. “Oh, and he gave me these with the tape.” Mike showed Joe the guitar picks.

  “Two chewed up guitar picks?” Joe was confused.

  “This one is from when he recorded this tape,” Mike held up a chipped blue guitar pick. “This one is from the night he played at Tiffany’s, and we kissed for the first time,” Mike held up the other worn green pick.

  “Holy fuck, Rocco. We are going to have to stop at the pharmacy for some condoms.” Joe sighed thinking about their conversation earlier. Mike gave him a sour look. “What? He’s such a player!”

  “Joe, stop.” Mike said.

  “Well, since this has been such a great day, want to drive us home?” Joe asked.

  “Fuck yeah!” Mike replied. They got out and switched seats. Mike adjusted the mirrors and the car seat. He pulled the steering wheel down and started the engine. “Can we listen to the tape again?”

  “Of course, we can,” Joe said knowing that was the only option for the rest of the trip home.

  Rocco got out of the shower in preparation of his first date with Mike. He was planning on taking him to the only real sit-down restaurant in town which was a steakhouse. He thought about going to the larger town over with more options, but he was going to hand Mike the keys to his car so he could drive. Mike passed his driving test and was an official licensed driver. He was not sure, however, if Mike would be comfortable driving at night for such a long distance. He thought about a movie as well, but the closest decent theater was in the same town some distance away. Now that they were dating, there would be plenty of opportunities for that. Tonight, it would just be dinner.

  He rummaged through his closet looking for something appropriate. This evening required more than just a t-shirt and baggy jeans. He wanted to look good for Mike. He only had a couple of nice outfits. He pulled out a black button-up shirt and a pair of khakis. He gelled his hair and brushed it into a neat, flat side part. He brushed his teeth and got dressed carefully tucking in his shirt. He did not have any dress shoes, so he put on black Converse All-Stars. He spritzed on a couple of sprays of Obsession. He was ready.

  “You look so handsome!” his mom said when he walked into the living room.

  “Thanks, Mom!” Rocco said and turned around to do a fashion show.

  “Are you going on a date?” she asked.

  Rocco paused and then decided to give her a bite of information, “I am.”

  “Who’s the lucky girl?” she asked.

  Going on a date was all the information she would get. He was not going to tell her anymore. Rocco certainly didn’t want to ruin the evening with her histrionics. “Just someone from school.” He wasn’t lying…Mike was someone.

  “Tell me all about her,” she pressed.

  “We just started going out. It’s someone I met at the party we played,” Rocco replied. Again, all technically true.

  “Okay, Mr. Mystery,” his mom said and lit up a cigarette. “I want details later.”

  “Sure, okay,” Rocco mumbled. “Can I have twenty dollars?”

  “Twenty dollars??? You must be taking her somewhere special,” his mom said and started digging through her purse.

  “We are going to go to the steakhouse,” Rocco said.

  “Well, you are in luck. This is the last twenty I have,” his mom said and handed him a bill.

  “Thanks Mom,” Rocco took the money and walked out the door of their two-bedroom apartment. “Oh, I forgot something.” Rocco went back to his room. Their apartment was on the end of the complex. His bedroom had two windows instead of one—one faced the front, the other was on the side of the building—out of site. He looked at the side window and made sure it would open quietly. It silently opened. He closed the window. His plan was to come back here with Mike after dinner and sneak him into his room. He would come home and go to his room and lock the door. He would motion for Mike to come to the window. The two of them would then have a birthday make-out session—his final birthday present to Mike. Luckily, Rocco’s mom’s room was on the other side of the apartment so she would not hear any noise. Once he was satisfied that his plan would work, he came back through the living room.

  “Be home by midnight,” his mom said. “I may be in bed by then so be sure you lock everything up.”

  “Okay, we are just going to dinner, so I’ll be home before that,” Rocco replied.

  “Okay, honey. Have a good time.”

  Mike wasn’t sure what he was going to wear on his date with Rocco. Rocco already told him to wear something nice. He perused his closet and found a plaid button-up shirt and a pair of blue khakis. He brushed his teeth and combed his wet hair into a part. He spread a very thin layer of gel in his palm and lightly smoothed it onto his hair—just enough to keep it in place. He was satisfied with how he looked and sprayed on some Polo cologne. As an afterthought, he pulled the waistband of his pants open and sprayed some cologne down there. He wasn’t sure how they would have some solitude, but, after Rocco’s tape and guitar picks, he was going to be ready. Perhaps, it was wishful thinking, but he would, at least, be prepared.

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  He walked into his room to wait for Rocco to come pick him up. Mike was so eager to see Rocco and to show him his new license. There was a knock at his door.

  “Can I come in?” It was Joe.

  “Yeah,” Mike said as the door opened.

  “Are you ready for your date?” Joe said smiling.

  “I think so,” Mike replied and smiled. “Do I look okay?” He stood up and turned around for Joe’s inspection.

  “You look like you are going on a date,” Joe said and laughed.

  “Right,” Mike said and sat back down.

  “Where are you guys going?” Joe asked.

  “The steakhouse in town,” Mike answered.

  “OOOO, fancy!” Joe jested. Mike laughed. “I got you these.” Joe produced a little brown paper bag and handed it to Mike.

  Mike took the bag and opened it up. Inside were a box of condoms and a little tube of lube. Mike blushed and immediately closed the bag.

  “Joe! What the fuck!” Mike exclaimed.

  “Just in case, right? You don’t want to get pregnant,” Joe said smiling.

  “I’m not going to use these tonight!” Mike exclaimed and put the bag on the bed.

  “If not tonight, then sometime,” Joe said. His eyes caught the flash of headlights turning into the driveway. “I think your date is here.”

  Mike peered out the window and saw Rocco’s car approaching the house. He exhaled loudly and looked at Joe. Joe gave him a thumbs up and went back to his room. He had plans himself and needed to get ready. Mike went down the stairs to the front door.

  “Mom, Dad, my ride’s here. What time do I have to be home?” Mike yelled towards the living room.

  “Midnight,” Emily yelled back.

  “Okay,” Mike said and went out the front door. He waited for Rocco to approach the house. Rocco’s car pulled up to the door. Rocco turned the car off and got out. He stood looking at how handsome Mike was standing on the steps waiting for him. He saw Mike smile and approach.

  “Do you want to drive, Mr. License?” Rocco asked.

  “Really?” Mike asked eagerly.

  “You’re legit now and it’s your birthday,” Rocco smiled and jingled his keys in the air.

  “Give me those!” Mike snatched his keys and made his way over to the driver’s side. He got behind the wheel and adjusted the seat and mirrors. Rocco sat next to him in the passenger seat.

  Mike started to turn the key but was interrupted by Rocco, “Um, the price is a kiss.”

  “Gladly,” Mike said and leaned in to give Rocco a long kiss. Rocco’s smell overwhelmed him with pleasure. It was a dark, spicy mix of cologne and the smell of Rocco. Mike swore he saw sparks as he closed his eyes to kiss Rocco. He tasted like toothpaste.

  “Now, let’s go,” Rocco said as he pulled away. “Do you know how to get to the steakhouse on the square?”

  “Yep,” Mike said and started the car.

  They were seated towards the back of the restaurant. It was a busy night since it was a weekend. They both noted that there was no one in the restaurant they knew so they did not have to be as discrete as usual. This was not a usual place for any high-school kids.

  “Can I start you off with something to drink?” the waiter asked and handed the two menus.

  “I’ll have a coke,” Mike said and looked at the menu.

  “Same here,” Rocco said.

  “Rocco??” the waiter asked. Rocco looked up, shocked that someone recognized him. It took a second, but Rocco recognized the waiter. It was Meigs. Rocco didn’t recognize him because he was very toned down in comparison to how he comes to school. His hair was slicked back. He was wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks.

  “Meigs??” Rocco asked not believing his eyes.

  “Yes! Fancy meeting you here,” Meigs said and smiled.

  “Yeah, how are you?” Rocco said nervously.

  “I’ve been better but that’s always the case,” Meigs said and smiled.

  Of all the people in this town, he would have Meigs as his waiter on his first date with a guy. There was an awkward pause, but Rocco came to his senses, “Um, do you know Mike?”

  “I don’t think I do. I’m Meigs, resident high-school queer,” he said and bowed.

  Mike laughed nervously, “Pleased to meet you.”

  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you two were on a date. The only time people our age come here is because they’re on a date,” Meigs said and smiled.

  Mike and Rocco blushed and felt a rush of panic. Mike was speechless. The only thing Rocco could say was “err…umm”.

  “Relax, I’m joking,” Meigs said. “And if I weren’t, my lips are sealed.” He made a zipped-up motion across his lips. He walked off to get their drinks.

  “Do you think he knows?” Mike asked anxiously.

  “I’m not sure,” Rocco said. “But you don’t have to worry. He’s alright.” Rocco remembered their interaction in the bathroom.

  “Are you sure?” Mike asked, again anxiously.

  “I’m sure,” Rocco replied and placed his hand on Mike knee under the table. “Trust me.”

  Mike smiled and nodded. Rocco wanted to ease his anxiety.

  “Welcome to Cawfee Tawk. I’m ya host Linda Richman…” Rocco said in a thick New York accent.

  “Oh my god! That was so funny!” Mike laughed. “555-4444. Cawll, we’ll tawk”

  Dinner was delicious. Meigs brought out a free dessert with two forks to share.

  “It’s on me. Enjoy,” he said and winked as he left the check. Mike and Rocco both laughed and dug into the slice of chocolate cake. The check was a little under $16. Rocco left the twenty-dollar bill. He got up and waited for Mike to get up. Mike followed Rocco’s lead.

  “Thank you. This was perfect,” Mike whispered into Rocco’s ear. The two left the restaurant and got into the car. This time Rocco was driving. He saw on the radio clock that it was a little after nine.

  “What time do you have to be home?” Rocco asked.

  “Midnight,” Mike said and smirked.

  “So, we’ve got a little time,” Rocco said and returned the smirk.

  “Yes, we do,” Mike said.

  “I was thinking we could go back to my house and hang out,” Rocco said but immediately followed with, “only if you want.”

  “I definitely want to,” Mike said looking at Rocco head on.

  “Okay, so here’s what we have to do. We will park the car on the side of the building. I’ve left a window unlocked. My mom will still be up. I’ll go inside, say good night to her, and then go to my room and lock the door. I’ll open my window for you to sneak in. We will have the room to ourselves,” Rocco explained eagerly looking at Mike for approval.

  “I’m game,” Mike said smiling wide.

  They drove back to Rocco’s apartment and parked at the side of the building where the window was. Rocco pointed out the window for Mike to keep his eyes on.

  “I’ll see you soon,” Rocco said and kissed Mike who reciprocated. Where they parked was dark so they could have continued kissing in the car, but Rocco wanted to initiate his scheme. His plan seemed more dangerous. He got out of the car and walked into his apartment. His mom was lying on the couch watching tv and dozing off. When Rocco entered, she woke up.

  “How was your date?” she sleepily asked.

  “It was fine. Hey, I’m going to be in my room. I’m going to have my headphones on working on some music,” Rocco said and made his way to his room.

  “Okay, honey. I’m probably going to bed early tonight,” his mom yawned and went back to watching tv.

  Perfect, Rocco thought. She’ll be out cold in a few minutes. He went into his room and closed the door. He silently locked it being careful that it did not make any click noise. He walked over to the window and slowly opened it silently. Rocco saw the car and waived for Mike to come in.

  Mike was waiting in the car for a few minutes in dark silence. After such a perfect night and the gift that Rocco had given him, Mike made up his mind that tonight he wanted to do more than make-out. He wasn’t sure what, but he kept remembering what Joe told him—you’ve got the same equipment, do what you like to do. He also remembered that no matter what, Rocco wouldn’t think he was inadequate. Whatever he had to offer, Rocco would like it. He didn’t need to worry about anything. The kiss that they shared a minute ago was just enough to get him revved up. He was more than ready.

  He saw Rocco open the window on the side and wave him in. That was his cue. This all felt so rebellious. He loved this feeling. He got out of the car, locking both doors. He crept over to the side of the building. The light from Rocco’s bedroom illuminated the way. He saw Rocco standing at the window. Mike’s stomach was full of butterflies. The window was only about three feet from the ground. He grabbed the windowsill and hoisted himself up into the room. Rocco grabbed him from under his arms and pulled him in. It didn’t take much effort at all until he was standing in Rocco’s room. Rocco embraced him and kissed him deeply. Mike closed his eyes and surrendered into the kiss running his hands through Rocco’s stiff hair. The spicy scent of Obsession filled his nose making him lose his sense of where he was.

  They stood kissing for what seemed like an eternity but was only a few minutes. Rocco pulled away, closed the window, and pulled down the blinds. Mike looked around and saw his drawing hanging over Rocco’s bed. Mike smiled and sat down on the bed. He patted the spot beside him for Rocco to join him on the bed. Rocco obliged and resumed kissing him. Mike’s heart was pounding in his chest with excitement. The smell of Rocco, in addition to the sensation of Rocco’s soft lips on his, put him into sensory overload. He laid back on Rocco’s bed, untucked and unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off. Rocco did the same. The feel of Rocco’s hairy chest on his smooth chest sent shivers throughout his body. He buried his nose deep in Rocco’s chest hair and inhaled deeply. After a few minutes, Rocco sat up.

  “Want some music?” Rocco asked.

  “Sure,” Mike said and sat up on his elbows.

  Rocco got up and riffled through his CD collection looking for something to put on. While Rocco was working on the music, Mike quickly decided to take matters several steps ahead. He waited patiently but nervously for Rocco to finish with setting the stereo to softly play the CD and put it on repeat. Rocco went over to turn the overhead light off. He turned on a Lava Lamp which he had on his nightstand. Rocco slid under the comforter and started to kiss Mike again.

  It was a little after 11 when Mike spoke. Both had nodded off lightly afterwards.

  “I really enjoyed all of that,” Mike said.

  “I did too. I wasn’t expecting all of that,” Rocco chuckled.

  “I wasn’t sure I would know what to do,” Mike said looking deep into Rocco’s eyes.

  “I wasn’t either, but you did just fine,” Rocco said and kissed Mike gently on the lips.

  “So did you. I guess we can do that again sometime,” Mike laughed.

  “I won’t object,” Rocco returned his laugh.

  “That does count, right? Even though we didn’t do everything?” Mike asked earnestly.

  “It definitely counts,” Rocco smiled and gave Mike another light kiss.

  “Now comes the hard part,” Mike said causing Rocco to sit up on his elbows. “I’ve got to get home.” He kissed Rocco and sat up in the bed.

  “Ick, yeah, you are right,” Rocco said getting out of the bed. He walked over to the overhead light switch. “Bright light!” he said and turned on the light.

  Mike squinted but watched as Rocco got dressed. Mike got out of the bed and got dressed as Rocco watched. Rocco turned the music off. He left the overhead light on so that he could see his way back into his room after dropping Mike off. His mom must have been in bed by now, but he put his finger to his mouth to indicate for Mike to be quiet. He quietly opened his bedroom door and saw that the tv and the lights were off in the living room. It was all clear. He closed his bedroom door and walked over to open the window. He motioned for Mike to leave out the window. Mike hoisted himself out the window. Rocco followed him and closed the window shut. They gingerly snuck to the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

  When Rocco pulled up to Mike’s house, it was almost midnight. Mike gave Rocco a quick passionate kiss and went inside just in time to make curfew. Rocco was wired the entire trip back home. He had just spent the best night of his life with his boyfriend. He yelled in elation into the dark night. He parked his car and snuck back into his room through his window. He locked the window and turned off the overhead light. He took his clothes off and laid back in his bed thinking about the night’s events. As he drifted off to sleep, he could still smell Mike on his pillow.