His beautiful hair, dyed half red, half green, and interspersed with silver streaks, hangs down his bare back. He's only wearing boxers...plaid flannel boxers, red and green...they show off his finely muscled, lithe legs, and showcase the curve of his firm ass beautifully. His face is reflected in the window. His crystalline eyes-light green flecked with bits of gold-are somber, focused on some unknown item in the distance. He's thinking about something, I can tell...probably the letter that came a month ago...

A letter for him...in an official-looking envelope with an official-looking seal, written with official-looking type...a draft notice...

They're forcing my baby brother to go fight...go kill...

I walk over to him, resting my hands on his shoulders. He's so tense...he must have been thinking about the draft. I start to massage him a little, bending down to kiss his neck...

He tastes so good...it's hard for me not to grab him and start kissing him every time I see him...I wonder how that would go over, if I did that on national TV...right in the middle of Raw...wouldn't Vince be surprised?

I did once...I was so happy with him...I grabbed him and kissed his cheek when the cameras were focused on Test...well, I meant to get his cheek...he turned his head at just the wrong moment...or right moment, depending on how you look at it...

So many memories...Will we be able to make any more?

"It's so beautiful Matt" His voice has a touch of wonder to it, like when he was little.

"I know. I'm glad we could be home for this" I am. Even though I hate the reason that we're home...Vince gave us all time off for Christmas, since half the locker room is going to the war after New Year's...

"I'd rather be on the road, considering the reason for us being home" He read my mind. How do you do that, Jeff? You always seem to know what I'm thinking...

"I guess. Are you okay?" I know he's not, I know he dreads leaving...dreads the thought of killing...

"Yeah, I guess. The worst part of this is I have to leave you" His words make me melt. Even though I'm hurting from the thought of him going away, the fact that he's thinking about me brings a smile to my lips. He's so unselfish...so giving...don't leave me Jeff...

"Jeff, promise me one thing. Promise you'll come back to me?" I didn't mean to say that out loud...I don't want him to be concentrating on me when he's out there...I don't want to talk about it now...

"I promise, Matt. I will come home. Promise you'll wait?" My heart soars. He'll come home, I know. I don't care who thinks I'm stupid for getting my hopes up. If Jeff says he'll come home to me, then he'll come home. He'll go through Hell to keep his word...and wait?? Of course I'll wait!! A love like ours doesn't come around every day, I know that...I would never try and replace him.

"Forever, Jeff. Forever." It's true. I'll wait for him forever...longer, if I have to.

He leans back against me, and I wrap my arms tightly around him, wishing I could hold him until the war ends so he doesn't have to leave. "You coming back to bed?"

Maybe I come across sounding perverted, but that's not how I intended it...I just think our last nights should be spent lying together, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring each other's warmth under the cool silk of the sheets.

I admit it...I'm a hopeless romantic.

"I'll be right there"

"Alright." I start to go, but a devious thought crosses my mind. I turn back around and lean down to whisper in his ear. "You owe me, baby bro. If you don't come back, there's gonna be a serious ass-kicking at the Pearly Gates when I catch up to ya"

He smiles. I live for that smile...it lights up his whole face...even now, when I thought nothing would light it up again.

I go back to our room, hoping I have enough time for what I was planning. If I know Jeff, I'd better hurry. Of course, he's changed over the last month...

I start with the bed, making it with new sheets, red silk. Jeff loves silk sheets, and I love the way they slide over his body, like water, accentuating every curve...

I top it off with a green velvet comforter. Jeff loves Christmas, so I had to have both red and green.

I light some candles...ginger...just enough to cast soft shadowy light over everything.

I strip off all my clothes, folding them neatly and stacking them on a chair, before folding back the comforter, pulling back the sheets, and climbing into bed. I slip the sheets up over me, just high enough to cover the dark hair trailing down to my groin. Suggestive, but not perverted...just the way Jeff likes me.

I can hear him coming down the hall. He steps into the room, and just stares at me. He's thinking about something hard...the concentration is obvious in his eyes, the little wrinkles that appear in his forehead.

"You seem to be thinking pretty hard." I need to say something, need to break the silence. He's not gonna be here much longer, and I --- we --- need to make the most of our time

"I got a lot to think about." That's certainly true. I smile at him. I don't know why...there's really nothing to smile about...I just have an urge to smile.

He smiles back, and slips out of his boxers. his body glows in the candlelight, the silver in his hair shining brightly. He's so beautiful...

He slips in the bed next to me, sliding under the covers and pressing right up against me. He kiss me, slow and leisurely, but with an underlying passion, a desperate need for me. I instantly get hard, my cock pressing insistently against his thigh. He rolled me over on y back, moving on top of me. Our cocks rub together, the friction agonizingly wonderful. He starts grinding against me, and a moan is ripped from my throat.

"Fuck me, Matty. I need you inside me so bad, it hurts..."

"Gladly" I reach over and pull out the bedside table drawer, rummaging around until I find the Liquid Silk.

I roll him into his back, and he puts his legs on my shoulders. I glance at the bottle of Liquid Silk, hesitating for a moment.

"What are you doing?" I put the bottle aside, then bend down, pressing my tongue against his entrance. He cries out as I push it into him. He loves it when I do that, and I don't do it nearly often enough enough for him.

"Now, Matty, I'm ready now!! Fuck me, pleeeassse..." I'm all too happy to oblige him, pushing myself all the way in with one thrust. I give him time to adjust, savoring the tight heat. Finally, I start moving back and forth. He's so far gone from me licking him out that he doesn't last long, and comes without either of us touching his cock. I plunge into him a few more times before I spill into him, filling him.

We collapse against each other, sated.

Soon we fall asleep, but not before I whisper to him one last time.

"Come home safe, Jeff. Promise me"