7.“Ryan, honey, are you okay? You’ve been in your room ever since we got back from grandmother’s house.” my mom said, knocking gently on the door. I said nothing, just kept on crying into my pillow. We’d gotten back ten minutes after class would have ended. I tried to piece together what had taken so long, what I could have not done in order to see Jay spread out in front of me, perfection incarnate. Maybe it was just grandmother ordering that obscenely large salad that she certainly couldn’t finish and then taking forever to decide how to store it, along with all the napkins and other shit she found there. Maybe it was my mom balancing my grandmother’s checkbook and and... Shit, there was no way that I could have got back in time.
Sagging breasts, wrinkled skin, nauseating smell. Gods, I could have just helped my grandmother take her bath if I wanted to see this. And she was fucking winking at me! Why the hell did all the models think I was a prime piece of ass? I sighed and tried to do it all from quick glances around the edge of the easel. This class was turning into the best place to find out that I was more attractive than I gave myself credit for. I wondered how the rest of the five weeks of hell would go. I knew that the teacher wouldn’t invite Jay back for a clothed spot...he was done, his flesh was totally explored. At that thought I closed my eyes and started to envision him instead of the old woman on the pedestal.My pencil must have still kept on drawing.
“Ryan, um, it’s a woman...” the teacher said, gently patting me on the shoulder. “Women have breasts...and...um...they don’t have other parts.” I stared at what I had drawn and tried to suppress the blush that threatened to take over my face. Jay’s body... This was not cool. And some of my classmates were peeking over their easels to look. I tore off the sheet of paper and walked over to the trashcan, taking the opportunity to run the hell out of the building, screw my mom, screw all of this shit. I just wanted Jay back...or at least Jay underneath me, or on top of me...all the possibilities swirled around in my head.
Harsh breaths. I just needed to call my mom, tell her that class got out a little early, and then tell her that Jay had invited me over to his dorm room. Simple. And of course she bought it, because I was always so fucking trustworthy and focused on my education.
I waited for someone to unlock the door to Jay’s dorm and then ran forward to get in before the electronic lock clicked on again. Once I was inside, it was pretty easy to fit in. I mean, I was old enough to be there already...some of the kids even looked younger than me!Before I knew it I was standing in front of Jay’s door staring at all the little computer print-outs of hot guys that he’d pasted all over it. Bobby’s side was neater, with less of a focus on effeminate men... The little message board on Jay’s side said “Busy”, the one on Bobby’s “Alive”. I gnawed on my finger, trying to gather up the courage to knock. It didn’t help that people were constantly walking by and looking at me as if I didn’t belong.
There were noises coming from inside. I pressed one ear to the door.
“Bobby! FUCK!!!!” Harsh panting, bodies sliding across each other, oh my god they were fucking right now and I was listening... I really didn’t want to stay here, especially since... My hand didn’t listen and it knocked on the door forcefully. “Shit...that better not be Amir..we’ve only got one more warning left before they kick us out.” Jay hissed. I heard the bed squeak and then the door was unlocked.
Bobby’s hair was all messed up and he was just barely stuffed back into his boxers. He stared at me, not even blushing as I was sure that I would do if someone heard me fucking. Thought back to last week. Shit, they probably had. Somehow he didn’t seem all that surprised to see me. “Jay...it’s your fucktoy.” he said, opening the door and letting me in. I tried to pretend that that comment hadn’t meant anything, that maybe Bobby was just joking.
Jay was lying on his side, wearing a...well, a nightie I guess. Deep red, like the jumbled sheets he laid on. One of the straps had fallen down and rested near his elbow, the fabric revealing just enough of his chest to make me want to give up girls forever. He looked remarkably composed for someone about to have an orgasm. The only thing that gave it away was the sheen of sweat that coated his forehead. He looked at me through half closed eyes and sighed, collapsing onto the bed.
Bobby closed the door behind me and then locked it. Were we going to do something again? Jay was still just lying there. I tried to pretend that my eyes weren’t drawn to the way that the silk or satin spilled over his curves...especially his cock, which looked to still be aroused and... Closed my eyes.
Breath on the back of my neck. “So, why did you come back?” Bobby. I clutched my arms and tried to pretend that I wasn’t at all turned on by this.
“I...I missed Jay on Friday.” I whimpered. Jay laughed. Bobby flopped back down on the bed and whispered in Jay’s ear. Jay smiled and rubbed his forehead against Bobby’s.
Then I saw his legs spreading apart and oh shit I could see everything and...closed my eyes and turned my head. They started laughing. They looked so happy there, together, that I wondered if Bobby had told me the truth. Maybe he just wanted to make sure that I came back so that they could have some more fun. I didn’t appreciate being used like that. I frowned and made to go for the door. “No...stay, please.” Jay asked, sitting up slowly, letting the other strap of his nightie fall down. Little whore, I thought back to all the movie posters from the fifties for the cheap sex education movies. Or maybe he looked just like the corrupted daughter of a rich millionaire, who just lived for sex and taking advantage of others. But my eyes wouldn’t leave his chest, for some reason I was fascinated with the way it expanded and contracted with each breath.
“Why should I? You’ve got Bobby to fuck with.”
“I told you not to expect anything permanent.” He turned his head and looked at me sideways. I tried to pretend that my cock wasn’t partially erect. Tried to think of the model from today, her grey skin and dyed hair, her toothless mouth and cracked lips. But she wasn’t here right now and Jay was. “You must have come back expecting something...wanting someone.” Bobby put his hand on Jay’s thigh and trailed upwards slowly, revealing more skin. I bit down on my tongue to suppress a moan. Jay put his hand over Bobby’s and looked him in the eyes, smiling slightly. “You get to do that all the time.” he whispered, kissing him softly.
I stepped forward and Jay pulled back, parting his legs and pouting. My clothes fell to the floor in a flurry of frantic hormones, Jay spread his legs further. And I stopped before even touching him. I was getting dragged into something that made me uneasy, but what the hell, it was Jay and it was sex with Jay. Fuck the consequences, whatever they might be. “Condom.” he hissed to Bobby, who handed one to me without much ceremony. Only later I wondered why I had to wear one and Bobby didn’t.
“Ryan!” Jay panted as I entered him, pulling me in deeper with his legs and arms, staring at Bobby intently at the same time. I wondered if...then one of Jay’s hands left my back and snuck into Bobby’s boxers, starting to jerk him off. But that didn’t really matter...because Jay’s insides were so tight and warm and almost the epitome of pleasure. He was pushing his chest against me and savagely mauling my face, snarling as I pushed in deeper, perhaps caressing his prostate. I couldn’t really tell, I was too lost in my world of grunting and groaning to care.
Then I felt Bobby moving me up a little bit and latching onto Jay’s cock. Jay’s eyes shot open and he flailed about making the most interesting noises...Bobby was sucking intently, I was pushing on Jay as hard as I could, screw the consequences.
Someone knocked on the door, not even a friendly knock, an angry one. Instantly Bobby pulled off and jerked away, pulling on some pants. Jay forced me to pull out and turned on his side facing away from the door, forcing me to lie next to him on the bed out of the line of vision of the person at the door.
I was shoved against Jay’s chest...I heard his heart beating and curled into it, feeling that perhaps this was as close as I was going to get to truly understanding him and having a relationship that would matter more than fucking every once in a while. His cock was trapped against my chest, felt his breath brushing against my hair as he tried to calm down.
“I’m sorry to um..interrupt, but a few people have complained about the noise.” a monotone voice said. I longed to poke my head up and see who it was, but Jay was holding me tightly and I didn’t feel like revealing my nudity to a stranger.
“Oh, I’m really sorry. Jay and I were...”
“You don’t have to explain, I think I can guess.” Heard the door open further and I guessed that he was looking over at Jay. “He’s asleep?”
“Yeah...I was watching a movie and I guess it got kind of loud.”
“Bobby, give me a little credit for understanding human nature. If you two were fucking, that’s fine. Just don’t broadcast it to the whole hall, okay? I mean, if this keeps up I might have to report you to my advisor.”
“I’m really sorry Amir. Truly, I am. We’ll try and be quieter next time, okay?”
“Next time you could at least invite me.”
“Yeah, we’ll think about that.” Bobby said, then the door closed and Jay’s grip on me relaxed. “Sick fuck. He still wants to get in your pants.”
Jay sat up and straightened his nightie, then got up and retrieved my clothes from the floor. “You better go.”
“Not until I know when I can see you again.” He sighed and nodded.
“Just give me your e-mail, okay?” I frowned at him. “Fuck, I’ll use it! I’m not as heartless as you’d like to think.”
“Only if you give me yours.” We exchanged slips of paper and he edged me out the door.
I was almost out of the hall completely when a hand touched my shoulder. “I should have known.” Amir.