Matty was sleeping in his bed. It was still too early to be up even for the five year old.

Johnny was up. Even though it was way to early to be up on a gloomy Saturday morning.

Roy was sleeping in his and Johnny's bed, warm under the covers. He was dreaming of making love to his lover of almost ten years. He had no idea what was about to transpire between his lover and their surrogate nephew.

Matty smelled the bacon, feeling his nose twitch, he woke up. Scrambling from the bed, he ran into his bathroom and relieved himself before grabbing his robe and thrusting his tiny feet into his slippers.

Johnny was whistling as he cooked the bacon and cracked the eggs for scrambled eggs. He stopped and sipped from the cup by his hand. He smiled at the thought of sharing breakfast with his favorite kidlet.

Matty walked into the kitchen and smiled. "Morning, Uncle Johnny." The child spoke softly.

"Morning, Matty. Breakfast is almost ready, why don't you go sit at the table?" Johnny poured the boy a small glass of orange juice and rolled over to the table setting it in front of him. "Drink this while you wait."

"Thanks." Matt sat on the chair on his knees and sipped at the sweet and tangy drink. "What are we doing today?"

"Well, I thought I'd let Uncle Roy and Davey sleep in while you and I went out to the barn and played with the new colt. Sound like fun?" Johnny scrambled the eggs quickly.

"Yea. How is Ranger doing?" Matt wiped his mouth with his arm.

Johnny rolled up to the table with the platter of eggs and bacon. He put some into a plate and set the platter on the table.

"He's still a little spooked, but I think we can make him better." Johnny smiled at the boy.

Matt jumped down from the chair and climbed up into Johnny's lap. He then picked up the fork with his left hand and started eating the eggs. Johnny smiled and snagged a piece of bacon.

"I like it here, Uncle Johnny." Matt whispered.

"I like having you here." Johnny whispered back.

" I was talking to Uncle Roy the other day, when you were sick. I had a very serious problem and he helped me with it. Papa and Mama could never talk to me the way you and Uncle Roy do. They just don't take me seriously. I don't like that, but there's nothing I can do about it. 'Least that's what Jenny says." Matt spoke between mouthfulls of eggs and toast. He rarely ate breakfast meats.

"What did you talk about? If you don't mind me asking." Johnny put more eggs on the plate and buttered another piece of toast.

"Well, Tommy at school called you and Uncle Roy a bad word and I just had to talk to someone about it. I was going to talk to you first, but you were asleep, so I talked to Uncle Roy. He helped me figure out what the kid said and that I didn't have to worry." Matt finished off his toast and juice.

"What did Tommy say?" Johnny ate some more of the eggs and bacon. He washed it down with some juice.

"I sorta promised not to talk about it, but I'll tell you." Matty took a deep breath. "Tommy said that you and Uncle Roy were fags and that I would turn into one if I continued spending time here at the Ranch. Uncle Roy set me straight though." Matt didn't realize what he'd just said as Johnny snickered.

"Well, now, kidlet. I'm glad Uncle Roy could help you out in your time of need." Johnny then lifted the boy off his lap and started clearing the table. "Help me clean up please."

Matty helped carry the dishes to the sink. He then climbed up on the step stool and pushed up his sleeves. Johnny tied an apron around his slender body and patted him on the bottom.

The two friends did the dishes quietly and quickly.