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Copyright, 2010, Anyta Sunday
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______________________________________________________________________________ Chapter Fifteen
"Ah, shit!" I croaked, coming back from the bathroom to look at the time. How could we have slept so long? I moved to Trey, huddled in the blankets outside. Gripped his shoulders and shook. "Trey? It's time to get up. It's quarter past eleven."
An unseasonably warm breeze lifted his hair when he, groggy as hell, sat up. He stuck his arms behind his head and stretched, grunting deep, his face contorting with it. He wore the largest t-shirt of mine I could find in the middle of the night. The electric green material stretched over him--and well, I don't know how, but he pulled it off. (I'd given it to him when it had gotten a touch cool, but he'd refused to go to the bed.)
"Hmmm, what time did you say it was?" The words came out mangled in a yawn. His whole waking up process was so...endearing. Without any thinking I kissed him.
"Oh, time for that. Sounds brilliant." Crushed to his chest, his arms vice-like held me in place, I laughed.
"If only. But we kind of have to hurry. We've got about forty minutes to get to class."
Trey released me, pushing himself up out of the makeshift bed. "Ah, shit!"
"My words exactly."
We both jumped into our clothes, and while Trey was in the bathroom, I moved the mattress back inside. In the kitchen, I found a couple of muesli-bars and chucked them both to Trey on our way out the door.
I rolled the car windows down, and let the wind whip some freshness into our appearance. Trey opened and demolished his muesli-bar before I'd even exited my street. He unwrapped the next one.
"Open your mouth."
I looked at him puzzled and held my hand out to take the bar. He swatted it away.
"Just open up."
I gaped my mouth and Trey's fingers brushed my lip, popping in a little piece of muesli-bar. He continued feeding me until it was gone.
On the drive back we tried to remember what we'd dreamt about. I couldn't, but Trey said he remembered being able to peel the skin off his face, and that every time he did he looked different. "It was all quite frustrating, because although it was still me, no-one else knew it. Weird."
His chatting about dreams, flashed me back to Monday night. Didn't mean...push her.
"...Shane?"
"Huh?" I glanced at him. "Shoot, I zoned out. Still waking up." Liar. You're just too damn curious.
He grinned. "S'okay. What are you doing for lunch, while I sweat numbers?"
"Meeting Syd, actually. Going to have our traditional shake. Hmmm, and then maybe I'll come to your three o'clock. We can both study together."
"You'd want to spend fifty minutes listening to my Calculus professor?" His brows rose so high, the almost disappeared.
"Of course not. I promise you I won't hear a word he says." I rested my hand on his thigh. "You'll study the math. I'll be studying you."
Trey laughed so loud, I thought I felt it reverberate in the chairs. "I thought cheese was limited to last night?"
I poked my tongue out. "You want me to come, or not?"
"At the risk of not being able to concentrate, hell yeah."
At five to twelve we reached the campus. "I'll drop you off at the King's street entrance. You'll get there quicker."
Trey sat up straighter. "Nah, Lotte Road is better."
I frowned. "But that's not close. It's on the other side of the river."
"It's better access for me."
What? I didn't say anything, the sudden tense vibe I felt shut me up completely. I dropped him off where he'd suggested, and Trey dashed out of the car with a casual flick of his hand and a later.
I headed back to the dorm parking lot, driving down King's street. This was by far closer. The lecture theatre was barely twenty yards from the sidewalk--oh, oh. There was brick everywhere on this side. He'd have had to cross hundred's of cracks. I slowed down, sighing. I wish he'd tell me what was had happened, why he's so afraid. I wanted to understand, so I could maybe help him? Be there for him.
I met up with Syd for lunch in the cafeteria. He told me things were going well with Lucas, that he was practically living with him at his apartment. "Which also gets me away from having to talk to crazy roomie."
"Wow," I said, spearing some tofu and onion from my green curry. "You guys sound serious."
Syd nodded slowly, biting his lip, and then dug his fork into the rice. "Definitely. Well, sort of... Lucas is a bit insecure about me."
"How so?" I pushed the curry toward him so he'd have something on the rice.
"He's five years older. He can't believe I'd want this to be really long term with him. That maybe I'd like to experience and try other things. I guess he's worried about investing in something that might not have a future." Syd chewed and swallowed.
But his concerns had touched a nerve. Go back a year and I'd never have dreamed Ryan and I wouldn't stay friends. Best of, even. True though in those last few months things changed for me, and if it hadn't of come out like it had at the side of our backyard pool, it would have eventually. The rejection the same.
A part of me, right now at this moment, a big part felt hollow. How much we used to have, all gone. So fucking sad. But would I still have put the effort in, knowing it would end up like this? Wasn't sure.
Then again, what would high school have been without him? Boring as hell. And even if I had befriended someone else, who's to say it would've ended differently. Maybe I wouldn't have fallen for them, but there were plenty of other things in life that could have pulled us apart.
Or not.
Hmmm.
I sunk back into more memories of Ryan and I. We'd had a lot of firsts together. The first time I smoked, both regular and pot, the first time drinking, drunk and hung-over (all the same weekend), the first time we'd snuck into a club, the first time flying (when we went to Canada together for a summer camp). They'd only been all so much fun because of the company. So, that it died? That Ryan and I would never get back what we had? Did it mean it wasn't worth it? Worth anything anymore? If that was the case, I wouldn't feel so miserable remembering, right? Obviously they meant something, or else who the fuck would care?
I swiveled closer to Syd, resting an arm on the back of his chair. "You know what I think?"
"No, but you'll tell me."
"I think I understand Lucas's insecurities."
He frowned. "Do you think I--"
"Let me finish."
"I think I understand them, but I don't know that I agree with them." Syd's tight face relaxed marginally. He was listening. "The thing is," I paused, still trying to grasp the feeling inside, "that `end' or the possibility of it freaks me out too. But," I thought of Trey. Of us. Beginning, "it doesn't mean it's not worthwhile in the moment. And the thing is," I looked into his green eyes, "you will change, Syd. He will too." Same with Trey and I. "That's life. Some people are only around for just a little bit and others longer. It comes down to attitude and acceptance of those changes if you want to continue to grow together--shit I think that sounded like something my mom would say."
Syd smiled a little, and I continued, "I really have no freaking clue. All I know for sure is that is hurts like fuck to lose someone in your life you cared about. But it's the best thing ever to have friends," I patted him on the shoulder, "and boyfriends that we really care about right now."
Syd lifted his hand to mine draped over his shoulder and pressed. "Right now I can't imagine not having you around--not being with him. But of course, who knows what the future will bring?"
I squeezed back. "Que sera sera."
"Yup. Whatever will be will be."
I sucked some more shake and handed it over.
"Thanks. And now we've talked about my issues, what's up with you?"
So I told him. About Trey and I, how June had handled things. The last few days. I didn't mean to get so carried away, but I was so happy and needed to share. "Pity we're both so busy until after work on Friday."
Syd grinned. "But then there's the weekend..."
I groaned. "I'm not looking forward to the weekend." I looked at Syd's confused expression and explained. "My dad's coming to visit June and I on Saturday morning."
He made a thoughtful hmmm, and narrowed his eyes as he studied me. "How do you feel around him?" he asked.
I hesitated. I wanted to talk to Syd, but didn't want to remind him of his own father. And, shit, mine had never hurt me the way Syd's had him. Was I even allowed to hate mine?
He rested a hand on my arm. "You can talk to me."
Yeah, yeah okay. I took a deep breath. "I can't quite explain it. It's like, I dunno, being around my Dad is like ticking five A's in a row on a multiple choice test. There's no way they can all be right, but which one is wrong?" I raised my hands, shaking my head. "I can't relax, I'm always nervous--because I've always done some-fucking-thing wrong." I slurped on Syd's milkshake. "The thing with Dad is he's so inconsistent. He's hardly ever there for us, but when he does roll up, it's his way or the highway, you know?"
Syd said nothing for a moment. "I'm sorry, Shane."
I mocked a shocked expression. "What? No morsels of advice to give me?"
He attempted a chuckle, but it quickly died. "Seems we both have Dad issues."
I bowed my head and said nothing.
"But--" Syd perked up suddenly, "what if you planned something extra special for the weekend? Something to really look forward to, going to meet dad?"
I dropped my fork. Sat back and sucked more milkshake. Something to really look forward to. If I'd been able to see my eyes, I'm positive they'd have lit up. "Excellent! And I think I know just what."
Trey slipped a torn piece of paper over to me. The way you are staring at me is totally obvious, I think you've just outed yourself to three hundred Math 112 students.
Heat rushed to my cheeks I looked away from him, briefly over the projected symbols covering the screen, to the sea of heads in front, to the note in my hand--and back to Trey. The way the muscles in his arm worked as he furiously tried to keep up with the professor, the way every few minutes he'd straighten his back, only to slouch again for more note taking. The way the yellowy lights made his dark hair shine, it looked so soft. And oh, the way he'd peek out the corner of his eye to look back at me. How could I not stare?
I flipped the note around and grabbed a pen from my bag. I scrawled a message and stuffed it into his back pocket. "For later," I mouthed when he raised a brow at me.
When we finally escaped the theatre, Trey shook his head. "I'm banning you from all my lectures from now on."
"What! What'd I do?"
"It's what I did--correction didn't do that's the problem. I swear most of the lecture the professor could have been speaking gibberish. My thoughts kept wandering back to you, and last night."
I laughed. "Good thing I didn't let you read the note in there, then."
"Oh, yeah!" He dug his hand into his back pocket and pulled it out. "You're so fucking hot, I want to kiss you until you cum." He sniggered. "Crude."
"Well, I ain't no prude." Given the opportunity like that, I couldn't not rhyme. "And you haven't even finished it."
Trey read the rest of it, while the bells from the tower clock chimed to four. By the end he'd gone red--a very adorable red. "So, you want us to go camping this weekend, huh?"
I nodded. "If we can arrange it in time."
"Oh, that'll be no problem." He patted his pocket where he'd put the note. "Better not lose this--ah--voucher." My smirk died when Trey asked, "But, why this weekend?"
Walking toward our dorm building, I briefly mentioned the meeting with dad. He gave me a sympathetic look, but didn't press for more details. I kind of hoped he would. Selfish, I know, but I wanted a reason to ask him about his family. Only, other than that I didn't want dad having anything to do with me and Trey. Dad wasn't important enough to bring up.
Trey opened our door, whipping me into a tight embrace no sooner had I stepped inside. He kicked it shut and lifted me to his bed. Fat pillows cushioned our fall. "Come on, I have an hour before my next class. And I do believe you wanted to--ah--kiss me until I--"
I cut him off with a rough kiss. Covered in light stubble, I managed to chafe him a nice pink. He grabbed my leg lifting it to take off my shoe. It hit the floor with a thud. Then the other. And his. Rubbed my foot--shoot could he massage.
"Ah, that's nice," I grumbled.
He started on the other foot, grinning. "Wait till I get to your back."
"Why wait?" I shucked off my t-shirt and turned onto my belly.
Trey moved. I heard his t-shirt hit the floor. Felt as he straddled me and leaned forward so his chest just barely touched my back. Then whispered in my ear, "Let's just see how much good my "fine hands" can do."
I shut my eyes, and I was almost there again. The car, me and Trey, just finding out I'd be rooming with him. "Shit. You remember that? I was so nervous that day. I had no idea what I was saying."
His hand replaced his chest--darn it? Hmm, or maybe not. This did feel good. Oh, oh so good. "What are you thinking right now?"
Trey stiffened, and said nothing a moment. "Just planning the trip this weekend, babe," his voice was soft, comfortable. Exactly how I felt. "Thinking about what I want to show you."
"I can't wait." Which was the whole point for doing it this weekend--something to look forward to. Especially look forward to.
Twisting around, I looked up at Trey. Sat up and kissed him again. I felt my nerves wash over me again, like they had last night, but it was slightly better. This time Trey undressed me. He grinned something wicked when he felt me hard beneath his hand. Gently pulled down my boxers, before dragging me to the end of the bed.
I sat up, not knowing for sure where this was going, but definitely getting a clue. He knelt down in front of me. Oh God, could I be excited and anxious in equal measure? His hand came up to my face, with the tip of his index finger it was like he divided me exactly in those two halves. Over my face, down my neck, cutting my pecs, over the bellybutton, through my happy trail. Paused a moment. Then continued on, right to the--gasp.
His finger lingered while he searched my face, looking for the okay. Hell yeah, okay! I nodded, feebly. Damn nerves robbed my voice.
I noticed the twitch in his hand. He was nervous too. Never would have guessed it looking at him. But that was it in a nutshell. Trey was so much more than he seemed. That I'd first thought of him. He was caring, sweet, safe--sssss! I lost my thought.
He flicked his tongue again. "I wanna make you feel good, Shane." Eye contact. My heart galloped at speeds sure to win any horse race. Still no freaking voice. I managed another lame nod.
And then--yeah. Wet tongue. Hot mouth. A few gags, understandable--and hey practice would make perfect, right? Loved that motto. Shockwaves. Gripped sheets. A pair of fine hands gripping my backside, pressing me closer. Oh, fuck! Voice back--and how! Attempt to push him off. "I'm--" He nodded. Brought me closer. Deeper. My head snapped back. I came.
I collapsed onto the bed. Couldn't look at him. Again had no idea what to say. Oh, but I should... I sat up. Trey smiled like he'd won a tournament. Triumphant. "Your turn." I beckoned him to the bed.
He got up and sat next to me. Kissed me soft on the mouth. "No, babe. I just wanted to do that for you. Want to make you feel nice, with no ulterior motives." With a cheeky grin, he added, "well, not this time, anyway."
I swallowed hard, and looked him in the eye. "I--I..." I breathed out and tried again. "Thank you." And then. "But it should have been the other way around. I did sooo want to kiss you until--"
"Enough."
He slapped my ass, and I jumped off the bed. Waltzed over to my side of the room and grabbed my guitar. Cross-legged on my own bed, I started to strum. "I'm so glad we are boyfriends now." I held my breath watching as he heard me for the first time calling him that.
His face visibly brightened. Yeah, he was pleased. "Oh, really?"
"Ah-ha, `cause now I can play my blue baby butt naked again!"
He laughed. "Anytime, babe."
I fiddled out a new tune I'd been working on, playing it a couple of times through.
"You know," Trey said, still sitting on his bed, watching, "you could play for an audience. Actually, you should. You're good."
I smiled, but continued playing. Closing my eyes to focus on the vibrations.
"Only, save the nakedness for my benefit only." The voice was low, and I felt the whisper of breath on my cheek. I opened my eyes to him leaning over me. Stopped the music, and answered him with a kiss. Only while I did, a sudden pit opened in my gut.
I loved this playfulness. I did. Every moment I spent with him I grew more attached. Right now, was at a dangerous level. I could feel him so deep in me, that I was getting scared. So much for my wise words to Syd. Theoretically they sounded all good, but if, if what happened to Ryan and I should happen with Trey. Well, the aftermath would be a different ballgame. A lot scarier. Blacker.
Frightening.