*Reunited childhood friends discover that one of them hasn’t had their first kiss yet.*
*His lesson turns into something much more intense.*
**[M/M] Twinks, friends fucking around, first kiss, frottage/dry humping, explicit consent, they’re a bit tipsy though. 5.6k words.**
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**Prologue.**
Matt had recently moved back to Cullfield, a town he called home up until his parents’ messy divorce when he was thirteen. He hadn’t missed it for the neurotic weather and underfunded public schools; only for the friends that he was forced to watch go through adolescence through social media. Although there was one friend that he couldn’t keep tabs on no matter how hard he tried. Incidentally, he was the friend that meant the most to him.
He’d met Owen in kindergarten when he saw him drawing shapes in the silt at recess and decided to join him. Painfully shy from day one, Owen had just started to find his footing when they entered middle school. Matt brought him to every hangout, party, and school event until Owen felt at ease interacting with the world around him. Still timid, but functionally timid.
Once Matt was gone, their mutual friends found less reluctant people to hang out with.