Chapter 3
My eyes scan the fraternity, taking in all of the sights, as I walk in with James at my side. There are hot guys everywhere, and most of them are barely dressed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many boys openly kissing and being all over each other. James seems to be looking at all of the boys too, but then his head quickly turns, and I see a slight blush on his face. “Are you ok?” I ask him softly, with my lips right next to his ear, so he can hear me over the music.
James just screams back at me, rather than leaning closer so I hear him. “Yea. Come on let’s dance.” He tells me and before he even gives me a chance to answer, he starts pulling me towards the hoard of dancing bodies. We start dancing, and it amazes me how James is being just as bad as most of the other boys around us. He is grinding his ass right into my crotch, and I can barely keep myself from moaning, as my dick starts to show its interest in the matter. My mind starts to get away from me, and I feel like just dragging James back to the dorm room and fucking him. Hell, forget the bed, I almost feel like just bending him over here and now.
I turn James around pulling him to face me and deeply claim his lips with mine. In time I remember that this isn’t really the time and place, so I pull away from him. “I’m thirsty. You want something?” I ask him, needing the moment to calm down more than being thirsty.
“Anything’s fine, but no alcohol k.” He tells me, and this time I’m close enough to hear him without yelling. I grin at the typical-ness of his reply. For some reason, even though James likes the taste of alcohol, he doesn’t really like drinking in crowds, or even in public, and it doesn’t really have anything to do with him still being under age. Still, I just walk over to where the boys have put up a makeshift bar and tell the bartender what I want. I order juice for James and tequila on the rocks for myself. I know in a lot of ways James and I are complete opposites. He’s a total lightweight when it comes to alcohol, where as I drink it straight. I shrug and just take a sip of the tequila, before starting to walk over to where I left James on the dance floor. Though once again I’m stopped on the way. The same redhead from the diner stands in front of me, blocking my way.
“Hey, it’s you again.” He tells me, grinning right at me.
“Oh yea, sorry about running off like that.” I say, still feeling foolish for how I acted. “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself before, did I?” I ask him, and he just grins at me and holds out his hand, introducing himself at the mention.
“Hi, I’m Victor, and you are?”
“Devin.” I tell him, as I take his hand and shake it.
“Nice to meet you Devin, you here to pledge?” He asks, and I remember how I told him before that James and I want to pledge. I nod to him, not able to keep a slight smile off my face as I wonder if he has anything to do with the selection process. “Well, I’m sure you’ll get in. I hope you’re enjoying the party.”
“Yes thanks, I better not keep my date waiting.” I tell him honestly, as I still hold the drinks for James and myself.
“I’ll let you get back out there then.” He tells me, slapping me on the ass as he leaves, but at the same time I swear I feel his hand linger slightly in a caress at the end of it. When I turn back to say something though, he is gone, and I know I need to be getting back to James. As I get closer though, I see the blonde isn’t having a problem with other boys hitting on him. He’s dancing with some hot brunette, that has his hands all over James. They are so close that I can’t see any space between their bodies, and honestly I almost find it a little hot to see him dancing this way. Maybe that’s why I don’t really get mad.
“Do you mind if I cut in?” I ask the brunette not really caring one way or the other what he says, seeing as I do plan on taking James back anyhow. I watch how James reacts, pulling back, pretty much instantaneously, from the boy. I hear James thank the boy for the dance, but with another look at me he disappears. James turns to face me, and I just stay quiet watching him, as I know that he thinks I’m mad. After a moment he speaks up.
“Which one’s mine?” He says so an idea comes to mind, and I hand him my cup rather than his. With just a sip I know he is about to throw up at the taste alone. I can’t stop the laughter from my lips as he shoves the cup back in my hand, choking as he coughs. James shoves my shoulder, “Hey, what was that for?” He asks me, and I just lean over and kiss him taking my time with his tongue.
“I was just messing with you.” I tell him softly, as I whisper in his ear before softly licking the outside of it. “Don’t worry about dancing with him. It’s fine, it’s just a dance.” I tell him, as partially I actually thought it was a little hot, and on the other hand Victor just grabbed my ass so I can’t really complain. “Here, that’s your real drink.” I tell James, as I hand him the cup of cranberry juice. He takes a sip at first, still seeming weary after me tricking him, but when he notices it isn’t alcoholic he takes a bigger drink. “They were using juice for mixers.” I tell him, as his eyes look to mine.
As James and I drink, I start feeling the fiery liquid flowing through my veins. I know I’m not drunk, or even tipsy yet, but at the same time I’m pretty sure I’m going to get there tonight. My thoughts are pulled by something else though, just as I notice James checking out the crowd again. But then a voice calls out, making me realize the sudden silence that allows me to hear it. “Excuse me, I’m sorry for the interruption, but it’s time to announce this year’s new pledges. Would any boys who are looking to pledge check your pockets? And if you don’t have any pockets you might want to just check your pants, our boys do tend to stick their hands in places, if you know what I mean.”
My mind flashes back to the thought of Victor’s hand on my ass the strange linger. My hand goes straight to my pocket, but something tells me it’s not there. I shut my eyes tight as I feel my pockets… nothing. Then I can’t stop the idea though, of how Victor was so sure I would be accepted, and I know he had to have done it. A deep breath and my hand feels inside my pants, there, inside my boxers even, I feel the card the boy is talking about and pull it out just as the boy on the table does. “If you find one of these cards in your pocket, then congratulations fag, you made it. We’ll look forward to seeing you here tomorrow night at ten. Bring your shit, because for the next two weeks you’ll be pledges. After that, well I think you know what happens next. Welcome to the GAY house boys!” The boy speaks again making the whole house cheer, but I can’t take my eyes off of the card in my hand, knowing where it was and how it got there.
The glance of James jumping toward me brings me back to reality just in time to catch him as he wraps his legs around my waist. He kisses me deeply, twining his tongue with mine in a messy way, and then pulling back before my mind even returns. “We’re in” He screams to me and I can’t help but to grin knowing that we are halfway there. I hold James tightly to me.
“You’re having a drink.” I tell him knowing that I need another drink for myself, a hard one. “We’re celebrating.” I carry James with his legs still around my waist heading for the bar. James just laughs at me before hitting me slightly.
“You could let me down first.” He tells me, but I just keep him there to kiss him again before letting him down gently. Then we rush over to the bar with what seems to be the rest of the pledges pushing along side us. “Hey, can I get a tequila straight up, and a sex on the beach, for the lightweight.” I tell the bartender when I catch his attention and get a nod from him, as he hurries to make all the drinks being ordered. Then he seems to hand out a large amount of drinks at once, and one of the boys there screams out a toast. “To the Gamma House!” All of us echo the phrase as we toss back our drinks.
I drain my entire drink in that one toast, and I have to admit that with the second glass of straight tequila, I’m starting to get tipsy. Of course after James has his one mixed drink though he’s already more wasted than me, making me guide him back to the dance floor and kiss him again in front of everyone as the music starts back up. He grabs my hips, pulling my in closer to him until our crotches line up. I see his eyes looking straight into mine at the same time that I notice he’s hard, and I get exactly what he’s trying to tell me. I kiss him again feeling the alcohol bolden my movements as I cup him through his pants. “You hard for me?” I ask him, leaning in to lick his ear, as all the other images seem to fade out. He moans in response, and I move my hand to stroke him through the tight fabric of his cotton shorts.
“I want you so bad.” He hisses into my ear, and I can’t stop myself this time from acting on my impulse and pulling him off the dance floor and out of the frat house. I catch a glimpse of red hair on the way out, and I swear I see Victor smirking and winking at me as I lead James out in a lust-ridden haze. We just make our way back to the dorm, and I drag him straight to our room once we get there. I completely ignore Justin and Thomas, as I pull James to the bedroom.
Once we are inside I can’t help but to strip his clothes off quickly, but he doesn’t see to mind as he pulls mine off just as fast. We kiss passionately and sloppily as I drag him to the bed. My hands pet his body, trailing all over it and pinching the small nipples they find. He moans in lust as his own hands move further down, stroking over my already hard dick. I suck on James’ collarbone leaving a large mark there, as my hips thrust down into his hand. My own hand moves down his body to spread his legs, making him open up for me as my finger traces his hole, before pushing itself in.
James cries out and it seems half in pain and half in pleasure. “Lube.” He says half breathlessly, and I hate to have to pull away for long enough just to do this. Still I jump off the bed and quickly toss things around in my bag, until I pull out some lube packets and a condom and bring them with me to the bed. I push James’ legs up to better position him as my fingers rip open the packet to pour lube first on his hole, and then some on my fingers as well. This time James just moans when my digits slip easily inside of him. “Feels so good.” He tells me, as his hips try to thrust back on my fingers. I thrust two fingers in and out of him, roughly preparing him, as I don’t want to wait for him to be able to take more.
When I feel like it will be enough, I pull my fingers out and quickly pull the condom on over my straining erection, coating it with lube as well. I move closer to James, placing his feet on my shoulders and grabbing his hips before thrusting in to the squirming body before me. We both moan as I slide all the way in, and I feel how tight he is around my dick. I can’t keep myself still as I thrust in and out of him without waiting to see if he has really adjusted. I rut like an animal, just as slaved to the emotions and unable to stop myself. I feel my body heating up and sweat draining as I pound my dick into James, and he moans and squirms in return. James manages to cum first, covering the both of us with his seed and convulsing around my length making me thrust harder. Until I too am pulled over the edge, cumming inside of the condom wrapped around my length.
I pull out, not able to do much with the little strength I have left but fall back on to the bed. James lies down next to me and softly kisses my cheek, then my neck, before whispering in my ear. “You think that our dorm mates are going to be mad about the noise?” He asks me softly, and I laugh at thinking that after what we just did that is what’s on his mind. He seems mad at me for laughing though, as a serious look appears on his face. “I mean it, Devin. We were really loud.” He says and I grin at him before pulling him closer and kissing his lips again not caring how the cum on our chests smears to make more of a mess.
“James, we’re moving in to the frat house tomorrow so who cares if they heard us. After tomorrow they won’t be our dorm mates any longer. But we do need a shower and soon, if we don’t want this stuff to crust up on us. You think they’ll get madder if we walk out there naked?” I ask him softly, as my hand lazily traces random patterns on his chest with the cum he left there. James blushes though, at the thought of walking out there naked and I sigh guessing there really is no option but to put clothes back on first. I grab up James’ shirt as I take the step out of the bed that always makes me feel the worst. I wipe off the cum on my body with the shirt before leaning back over the bed to wipe at James’ naked body with the material. Then I help pull James out of the bed, making the both of us sway when his body hits against mine knocking me off balance slightly. I kiss his lips lightly before moving to my bag to find the towels in it. I pull them both out, rather then bothering to look in James’ bag for his. I wrap one of them around his slim waist, tucking it in at the top to keep it in place before doing the same with the other towel for myself. Then we head out of the room to the shower.
Neither of the boys is in the living room, so it seems so much easier to make the journey to and from the bathroom for our shower. When we end up back in the bedroom, it almost seems like I fall asleep before my head hits the mattress but at the same time it’s not soon enough.
I hate the way that the alarm on my phone wakes me in the morning; reminding me how before I can do anything I want to today I have classes to go to. I yawn, getting up slowly and tossing off the nightclothes that I put on over my boxers last night. I go through my clothes in the bag while sitting on the ground in my boxers next to it. I pull out a normal pair of pants, along with a skintight black shirt, with the words “I’m out of bed and dressed” printed on it in white letters.
It’s around this point that I look back over to the bed where James just sits with his back propped against the headboard, watching me and seeming far more awake than I am. “Good morning,” he tells me softly, when he sees my eyes on him then he yawns, stretching his sinfully beautiful body out and giving me further glances to remind me how he slept naked last night. I look away, to keep my eyes from the temptation, as I reply to his greeting.
“Morning, now would you put some clothes on already.” I hear his chuckle of a reply before he climbs out of the bed and pulls on some tight boxer-briefs from his bag. Honestly it doesn’t really help as he keeps putting on clothes, jeans and a tight blue shirt, it helps my condition all the more by putting more barriers between myself and what I want. “Let’s go get breakfast.” I tell him, as I still yawn, trying to wake up before we have to part our separate ways for classes.
Over breakfast at the cafeteria I remind James to meet me between classes for lunch later, but other than that we don’t really talk. We are both excited for more than just our first day of classes and we know it. It almost sucks that our first day as pledges happens to be our first day of classes as well. Still when we are done eating we don’t have any more excuses to stay later, so we head back to double check our backpacks one more time before heading out and leaving each other for the day.
James is a math and teaching major, whereas I’m a mechanics major so we don’t have any classes together. It sucks, but it’s also a good thing as it means we can’t get distracted by each other in our classes. When I see how crazy James can get over numbers, it quite frankly scares me sometimes. While I love James, I can’t say that numbers and I have always been on good terms, hell some times it seems we aren’t even on the same side.
I walk James to his first class, as he has to be in class earlier than I do. I stick around the campus looking around the place more, now that I actually have the chance. It isn’t a very big campus really, big enough to have a few fraternities and sororities sure, but in reality I really don’t see too many students milling around taking classes. There aren’t that many special programs offered here, so no one really comes just to take the classes. Although honestly, my program here isn’t bad, but not that many people go to colleges like this just to get a mechanic’s certificate. Maybe I’m just not pushing too hard, but I would rather get something I know I can get then to get something lofty that won’t even get me a job, or worse fail trying to get something better. All in all it’s better for me to just get the certificate and leave the higher brainwork to James.
I spend the day at the auto shop enjoying the physical labor, as it takes away my ability to think about anything else but the work at hand, and luckily for me it’s work I’m good at. I met up with James for lunch before we both returned to our classes and then later around three I return to dorm, glad to be the one who gets out later since it means that James is waiting up for me when I get back.
I find the blonde in the living room seated next to Justin, as Justin tells him how to play the video game he seems to have convinced James into. I watch silently, sneaking to the couch behind them for a while, as James tries to play the game not doing so well, as is usual since he doesn’t really play video games. After a while I move, sitting right behind James on the floor wrapping my body around his, and seeming to make Justin more nervous by the movement than James. My hands cover James’ on the controller helping him through the part giving him trouble, before kissing him on the cheek. “How was your first day?” I ask him softly, even though I asked how his classes went at lunch as well.
James pauses the game before turning to smile at me but he pulls away from my grip as well, which seems to put Justin more at ease. “It was good, the first day went pretty smoothly. How about you?” He asks me, and I grin back at him, thinking of how easily he considers the thoughts of the presence of Justin and keeps himself away from me because of it.
“I had a good first day too, we just went over some basic first day stuff nothing too big.” I say but I get the hint that James is trying to give me and look over at Justin. “How about you Justin, how was your day? What made you try to teach James how to properly goof off?” I ask him, joking about the video game and Justin doesn’t really seem to mind.
“No big deal really, just same shit different day. As to the game, he seemed bored here without you.” He says shrugging, yet it almost seems like Justin really isn’t that comfortable with James and me being together.
“Thanks.” I tell him honestly, as I know that for some reason or another James’ shyness has led to him not really having many hobbies, so as such he really does seem to get unexplainably bored when left to his devices. Justin just smiles faintly at me, and I get up from the ground grabbing my backpack from the side of the couch where I dropped it. I walk back into the bedroom, leaving the door open as I set my bag at the foot of the desk and pull out my new mechanic’s textbook.
I can’t believe I already have homework on the first day. Still I just go ahead and start it, not bothering to say anything as I left James alone with Justin. Before long though, I hear a soft tap on the wood of the door and know that James has come in the room again. “You don’t need to knock James, it’s your room too.” I remind him, without turning to look over at him.
“I know, I just didn’t want to disturb you.” He tells me softly as he walks over to the desk where I’m seated. “You got homework?” He asks softly, as I think it should be obvious with the way that I’m huddled over the book with my notebook on the other side.
“Yea, just a little.” I tell him, as I really only have to read a few chapters for class tomorrow. I turn around in my chair and lightly kiss his lips. “You can go back to hanging out with Justin, if you want. I won’t be here much longer.” I assure him and James just smiles at me.
“If it won’t bother you I’ll just sit on the bed and play my guitar ok.” He tells me and I grin at him nodding, as hearing him play actually relaxes me. A smile lights up his face as he goes over to where his guitar case rests by the closet. He picks it up, treating it with the same gentle touches as always, as he carries it to the bed to play. I hear James lightly strike the cords and some scales. All the while as he softly hums to himself along with it. My eyes follow the words in the textbook, as I hear him play a very familiar melody. He hums rather than sings the words but I still recognize the song as the first one he sang to me, when he came out about liking me. It calms me to hear it, but it doesn’t really help me get my work done. I think about how much I really do love the blonde boy sitting on my bed right now, and I know that I never want to let him go.
James’ hands move changing cords and patterns so that he’s no longer playing the song he wrote for me, and with that I’m able to read again, taking in the facts in front of me. When I finish my homework, I turn to watch James as his left hand flows over the strings picking them with his thumb. I have to admit that it’s easy for me to be mesmerized by the sight of this beautiful boy, and for some reason it’s even more affective when he is playing his guitar.
I get up, closing the textbook on the desk, and join James on the bed, sitting next to where he sits with his guitar in hand. The wonderful noises he produces from it just seem like another type of his personality, as it’s so perfectly him, shy and graceful one moment and then in your face the next. I can’t help but to love it really. I kiss James on the cheek and he turns to really look at me.
“You done with your homework?” He asks me, and I nod slightly. “Do you think we’re ready for what’s happening tonight? You know, moving in there and pledging?” He asks me, and this question seems far more important than the last, still I answer him easily.
“Yes, we’re ready for this James. I know this is what we want.” I tell him, feeling right about the fact that we can have a public relationship without having to worry about being made fun of, or being looked at in disgust. Even when we came out before, we ended up losing friends over the matter, and the truth of the fact is that I’m tired of trying to play straight when I’m no good at it, and I really don’t even want to bother.
“We should probably repack our things.” James tells me, and I have to agree that some how in just two days we have still managed to make quite a mess of the bedroom with our things all about. So I nod, and we get up putting our things back into bags, to make it easier when we move to the Gamma house later tonight. Still I have to admit that I’m excited and nervous about what’s going to happen with frat house, and how they will treat us as pledges. I can’t help but think that all the stories have to have some sort of root in the truth.
James just screams back at me, rather than leaning closer so I hear him. “Yea. Come on let’s dance.” He tells me and before he even gives me a chance to answer, he starts pulling me towards the hoard of dancing bodies. We start dancing, and it amazes me how James is being just as bad as most of the other boys around us. He is grinding his ass right into my crotch, and I can barely keep myself from moaning, as my dick starts to show its interest in the matter. My mind starts to get away from me, and I feel like just dragging James back to the dorm room and fucking him. Hell, forget the bed, I almost feel like just bending him over here and now.
I turn James around pulling him to face me and deeply claim his lips with mine. In time I remember that this isn’t really the time and place, so I pull away from him. “I’m thirsty. You want something?” I ask him, needing the moment to calm down more than being thirsty.
“Anything’s fine, but no alcohol k.” He tells me, and this time I’m close enough to hear him without yelling. I grin at the typical-ness of his reply. For some reason, even though James likes the taste of alcohol, he doesn’t really like drinking in crowds, or even in public, and it doesn’t really have anything to do with him still being under age. Still, I just walk over to where the boys have put up a makeshift bar and tell the bartender what I want. I order juice for James and tequila on the rocks for myself. I know in a lot of ways James and I are complete opposites. He’s a total lightweight when it comes to alcohol, where as I drink it straight. I shrug and just take a sip of the tequila, before starting to walk over to where I left James on the dance floor. Though once again I’m stopped on the way. The same redhead from the diner stands in front of me, blocking my way.
“Hey, it’s you again.” He tells me, grinning right at me.
“Oh yea, sorry about running off like that.” I say, still feeling foolish for how I acted. “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself before, did I?” I ask him, and he just grins at me and holds out his hand, introducing himself at the mention.
“Hi, I’m Victor, and you are?”
“Devin.” I tell him, as I take his hand and shake it.
“Nice to meet you Devin, you here to pledge?” He asks, and I remember how I told him before that James and I want to pledge. I nod to him, not able to keep a slight smile off my face as I wonder if he has anything to do with the selection process. “Well, I’m sure you’ll get in. I hope you’re enjoying the party.”
“Yes thanks, I better not keep my date waiting.” I tell him honestly, as I still hold the drinks for James and myself.
“I’ll let you get back out there then.” He tells me, slapping me on the ass as he leaves, but at the same time I swear I feel his hand linger slightly in a caress at the end of it. When I turn back to say something though, he is gone, and I know I need to be getting back to James. As I get closer though, I see the blonde isn’t having a problem with other boys hitting on him. He’s dancing with some hot brunette, that has his hands all over James. They are so close that I can’t see any space between their bodies, and honestly I almost find it a little hot to see him dancing this way. Maybe that’s why I don’t really get mad.
“Do you mind if I cut in?” I ask the brunette not really caring one way or the other what he says, seeing as I do plan on taking James back anyhow. I watch how James reacts, pulling back, pretty much instantaneously, from the boy. I hear James thank the boy for the dance, but with another look at me he disappears. James turns to face me, and I just stay quiet watching him, as I know that he thinks I’m mad. After a moment he speaks up.
“Which one’s mine?” He says so an idea comes to mind, and I hand him my cup rather than his. With just a sip I know he is about to throw up at the taste alone. I can’t stop the laughter from my lips as he shoves the cup back in my hand, choking as he coughs. James shoves my shoulder, “Hey, what was that for?” He asks me, and I just lean over and kiss him taking my time with his tongue.
“I was just messing with you.” I tell him softly, as I whisper in his ear before softly licking the outside of it. “Don’t worry about dancing with him. It’s fine, it’s just a dance.” I tell him, as partially I actually thought it was a little hot, and on the other hand Victor just grabbed my ass so I can’t really complain. “Here, that’s your real drink.” I tell James, as I hand him the cup of cranberry juice. He takes a sip at first, still seeming weary after me tricking him, but when he notices it isn’t alcoholic he takes a bigger drink. “They were using juice for mixers.” I tell him, as his eyes look to mine.
As James and I drink, I start feeling the fiery liquid flowing through my veins. I know I’m not drunk, or even tipsy yet, but at the same time I’m pretty sure I’m going to get there tonight. My thoughts are pulled by something else though, just as I notice James checking out the crowd again. But then a voice calls out, making me realize the sudden silence that allows me to hear it. “Excuse me, I’m sorry for the interruption, but it’s time to announce this year’s new pledges. Would any boys who are looking to pledge check your pockets? And if you don’t have any pockets you might want to just check your pants, our boys do tend to stick their hands in places, if you know what I mean.”
My mind flashes back to the thought of Victor’s hand on my ass the strange linger. My hand goes straight to my pocket, but something tells me it’s not there. I shut my eyes tight as I feel my pockets… nothing. Then I can’t stop the idea though, of how Victor was so sure I would be accepted, and I know he had to have done it. A deep breath and my hand feels inside my pants, there, inside my boxers even, I feel the card the boy is talking about and pull it out just as the boy on the table does. “If you find one of these cards in your pocket, then congratulations fag, you made it. We’ll look forward to seeing you here tomorrow night at ten. Bring your shit, because for the next two weeks you’ll be pledges. After that, well I think you know what happens next. Welcome to the GAY house boys!” The boy speaks again making the whole house cheer, but I can’t take my eyes off of the card in my hand, knowing where it was and how it got there.
The glance of James jumping toward me brings me back to reality just in time to catch him as he wraps his legs around my waist. He kisses me deeply, twining his tongue with mine in a messy way, and then pulling back before my mind even returns. “We’re in” He screams to me and I can’t help but to grin knowing that we are halfway there. I hold James tightly to me.
“You’re having a drink.” I tell him knowing that I need another drink for myself, a hard one. “We’re celebrating.” I carry James with his legs still around my waist heading for the bar. James just laughs at me before hitting me slightly.
“You could let me down first.” He tells me, but I just keep him there to kiss him again before letting him down gently. Then we rush over to the bar with what seems to be the rest of the pledges pushing along side us. “Hey, can I get a tequila straight up, and a sex on the beach, for the lightweight.” I tell the bartender when I catch his attention and get a nod from him, as he hurries to make all the drinks being ordered. Then he seems to hand out a large amount of drinks at once, and one of the boys there screams out a toast. “To the Gamma House!” All of us echo the phrase as we toss back our drinks.
I drain my entire drink in that one toast, and I have to admit that with the second glass of straight tequila, I’m starting to get tipsy. Of course after James has his one mixed drink though he’s already more wasted than me, making me guide him back to the dance floor and kiss him again in front of everyone as the music starts back up. He grabs my hips, pulling my in closer to him until our crotches line up. I see his eyes looking straight into mine at the same time that I notice he’s hard, and I get exactly what he’s trying to tell me. I kiss him again feeling the alcohol bolden my movements as I cup him through his pants. “You hard for me?” I ask him, leaning in to lick his ear, as all the other images seem to fade out. He moans in response, and I move my hand to stroke him through the tight fabric of his cotton shorts.
“I want you so bad.” He hisses into my ear, and I can’t stop myself this time from acting on my impulse and pulling him off the dance floor and out of the frat house. I catch a glimpse of red hair on the way out, and I swear I see Victor smirking and winking at me as I lead James out in a lust-ridden haze. We just make our way back to the dorm, and I drag him straight to our room once we get there. I completely ignore Justin and Thomas, as I pull James to the bedroom.
Once we are inside I can’t help but to strip his clothes off quickly, but he doesn’t see to mind as he pulls mine off just as fast. We kiss passionately and sloppily as I drag him to the bed. My hands pet his body, trailing all over it and pinching the small nipples they find. He moans in lust as his own hands move further down, stroking over my already hard dick. I suck on James’ collarbone leaving a large mark there, as my hips thrust down into his hand. My own hand moves down his body to spread his legs, making him open up for me as my finger traces his hole, before pushing itself in.
James cries out and it seems half in pain and half in pleasure. “Lube.” He says half breathlessly, and I hate to have to pull away for long enough just to do this. Still I jump off the bed and quickly toss things around in my bag, until I pull out some lube packets and a condom and bring them with me to the bed. I push James’ legs up to better position him as my fingers rip open the packet to pour lube first on his hole, and then some on my fingers as well. This time James just moans when my digits slip easily inside of him. “Feels so good.” He tells me, as his hips try to thrust back on my fingers. I thrust two fingers in and out of him, roughly preparing him, as I don’t want to wait for him to be able to take more.
When I feel like it will be enough, I pull my fingers out and quickly pull the condom on over my straining erection, coating it with lube as well. I move closer to James, placing his feet on my shoulders and grabbing his hips before thrusting in to the squirming body before me. We both moan as I slide all the way in, and I feel how tight he is around my dick. I can’t keep myself still as I thrust in and out of him without waiting to see if he has really adjusted. I rut like an animal, just as slaved to the emotions and unable to stop myself. I feel my body heating up and sweat draining as I pound my dick into James, and he moans and squirms in return. James manages to cum first, covering the both of us with his seed and convulsing around my length making me thrust harder. Until I too am pulled over the edge, cumming inside of the condom wrapped around my length.
I pull out, not able to do much with the little strength I have left but fall back on to the bed. James lies down next to me and softly kisses my cheek, then my neck, before whispering in my ear. “You think that our dorm mates are going to be mad about the noise?” He asks me softly, and I laugh at thinking that after what we just did that is what’s on his mind. He seems mad at me for laughing though, as a serious look appears on his face. “I mean it, Devin. We were really loud.” He says and I grin at him before pulling him closer and kissing his lips again not caring how the cum on our chests smears to make more of a mess.
“James, we’re moving in to the frat house tomorrow so who cares if they heard us. After tomorrow they won’t be our dorm mates any longer. But we do need a shower and soon, if we don’t want this stuff to crust up on us. You think they’ll get madder if we walk out there naked?” I ask him softly, as my hand lazily traces random patterns on his chest with the cum he left there. James blushes though, at the thought of walking out there naked and I sigh guessing there really is no option but to put clothes back on first. I grab up James’ shirt as I take the step out of the bed that always makes me feel the worst. I wipe off the cum on my body with the shirt before leaning back over the bed to wipe at James’ naked body with the material. Then I help pull James out of the bed, making the both of us sway when his body hits against mine knocking me off balance slightly. I kiss his lips lightly before moving to my bag to find the towels in it. I pull them both out, rather then bothering to look in James’ bag for his. I wrap one of them around his slim waist, tucking it in at the top to keep it in place before doing the same with the other towel for myself. Then we head out of the room to the shower.
Neither of the boys is in the living room, so it seems so much easier to make the journey to and from the bathroom for our shower. When we end up back in the bedroom, it almost seems like I fall asleep before my head hits the mattress but at the same time it’s not soon enough.
I hate the way that the alarm on my phone wakes me in the morning; reminding me how before I can do anything I want to today I have classes to go to. I yawn, getting up slowly and tossing off the nightclothes that I put on over my boxers last night. I go through my clothes in the bag while sitting on the ground in my boxers next to it. I pull out a normal pair of pants, along with a skintight black shirt, with the words “I’m out of bed and dressed” printed on it in white letters.
It’s around this point that I look back over to the bed where James just sits with his back propped against the headboard, watching me and seeming far more awake than I am. “Good morning,” he tells me softly, when he sees my eyes on him then he yawns, stretching his sinfully beautiful body out and giving me further glances to remind me how he slept naked last night. I look away, to keep my eyes from the temptation, as I reply to his greeting.
“Morning, now would you put some clothes on already.” I hear his chuckle of a reply before he climbs out of the bed and pulls on some tight boxer-briefs from his bag. Honestly it doesn’t really help as he keeps putting on clothes, jeans and a tight blue shirt, it helps my condition all the more by putting more barriers between myself and what I want. “Let’s go get breakfast.” I tell him, as I still yawn, trying to wake up before we have to part our separate ways for classes.
Over breakfast at the cafeteria I remind James to meet me between classes for lunch later, but other than that we don’t really talk. We are both excited for more than just our first day of classes and we know it. It almost sucks that our first day as pledges happens to be our first day of classes as well. Still when we are done eating we don’t have any more excuses to stay later, so we head back to double check our backpacks one more time before heading out and leaving each other for the day.
James is a math and teaching major, whereas I’m a mechanics major so we don’t have any classes together. It sucks, but it’s also a good thing as it means we can’t get distracted by each other in our classes. When I see how crazy James can get over numbers, it quite frankly scares me sometimes. While I love James, I can’t say that numbers and I have always been on good terms, hell some times it seems we aren’t even on the same side.
I walk James to his first class, as he has to be in class earlier than I do. I stick around the campus looking around the place more, now that I actually have the chance. It isn’t a very big campus really, big enough to have a few fraternities and sororities sure, but in reality I really don’t see too many students milling around taking classes. There aren’t that many special programs offered here, so no one really comes just to take the classes. Although honestly, my program here isn’t bad, but not that many people go to colleges like this just to get a mechanic’s certificate. Maybe I’m just not pushing too hard, but I would rather get something I know I can get then to get something lofty that won’t even get me a job, or worse fail trying to get something better. All in all it’s better for me to just get the certificate and leave the higher brainwork to James.
I spend the day at the auto shop enjoying the physical labor, as it takes away my ability to think about anything else but the work at hand, and luckily for me it’s work I’m good at. I met up with James for lunch before we both returned to our classes and then later around three I return to dorm, glad to be the one who gets out later since it means that James is waiting up for me when I get back.
I find the blonde in the living room seated next to Justin, as Justin tells him how to play the video game he seems to have convinced James into. I watch silently, sneaking to the couch behind them for a while, as James tries to play the game not doing so well, as is usual since he doesn’t really play video games. After a while I move, sitting right behind James on the floor wrapping my body around his, and seeming to make Justin more nervous by the movement than James. My hands cover James’ on the controller helping him through the part giving him trouble, before kissing him on the cheek. “How was your first day?” I ask him softly, even though I asked how his classes went at lunch as well.
James pauses the game before turning to smile at me but he pulls away from my grip as well, which seems to put Justin more at ease. “It was good, the first day went pretty smoothly. How about you?” He asks me, and I grin back at him, thinking of how easily he considers the thoughts of the presence of Justin and keeps himself away from me because of it.
“I had a good first day too, we just went over some basic first day stuff nothing too big.” I say but I get the hint that James is trying to give me and look over at Justin. “How about you Justin, how was your day? What made you try to teach James how to properly goof off?” I ask him, joking about the video game and Justin doesn’t really seem to mind.
“No big deal really, just same shit different day. As to the game, he seemed bored here without you.” He says shrugging, yet it almost seems like Justin really isn’t that comfortable with James and me being together.
“Thanks.” I tell him honestly, as I know that for some reason or another James’ shyness has led to him not really having many hobbies, so as such he really does seem to get unexplainably bored when left to his devices. Justin just smiles faintly at me, and I get up from the ground grabbing my backpack from the side of the couch where I dropped it. I walk back into the bedroom, leaving the door open as I set my bag at the foot of the desk and pull out my new mechanic’s textbook.
I can’t believe I already have homework on the first day. Still I just go ahead and start it, not bothering to say anything as I left James alone with Justin. Before long though, I hear a soft tap on the wood of the door and know that James has come in the room again. “You don’t need to knock James, it’s your room too.” I remind him, without turning to look over at him.
“I know, I just didn’t want to disturb you.” He tells me softly as he walks over to the desk where I’m seated. “You got homework?” He asks softly, as I think it should be obvious with the way that I’m huddled over the book with my notebook on the other side.
“Yea, just a little.” I tell him, as I really only have to read a few chapters for class tomorrow. I turn around in my chair and lightly kiss his lips. “You can go back to hanging out with Justin, if you want. I won’t be here much longer.” I assure him and James just smiles at me.
“If it won’t bother you I’ll just sit on the bed and play my guitar ok.” He tells me and I grin at him nodding, as hearing him play actually relaxes me. A smile lights up his face as he goes over to where his guitar case rests by the closet. He picks it up, treating it with the same gentle touches as always, as he carries it to the bed to play. I hear James lightly strike the cords and some scales. All the while as he softly hums to himself along with it. My eyes follow the words in the textbook, as I hear him play a very familiar melody. He hums rather than sings the words but I still recognize the song as the first one he sang to me, when he came out about liking me. It calms me to hear it, but it doesn’t really help me get my work done. I think about how much I really do love the blonde boy sitting on my bed right now, and I know that I never want to let him go.
James’ hands move changing cords and patterns so that he’s no longer playing the song he wrote for me, and with that I’m able to read again, taking in the facts in front of me. When I finish my homework, I turn to watch James as his left hand flows over the strings picking them with his thumb. I have to admit that it’s easy for me to be mesmerized by the sight of this beautiful boy, and for some reason it’s even more affective when he is playing his guitar.
I get up, closing the textbook on the desk, and join James on the bed, sitting next to where he sits with his guitar in hand. The wonderful noises he produces from it just seem like another type of his personality, as it’s so perfectly him, shy and graceful one moment and then in your face the next. I can’t help but to love it really. I kiss James on the cheek and he turns to really look at me.
“You done with your homework?” He asks me, and I nod slightly. “Do you think we’re ready for what’s happening tonight? You know, moving in there and pledging?” He asks me, and this question seems far more important than the last, still I answer him easily.
“Yes, we’re ready for this James. I know this is what we want.” I tell him, feeling right about the fact that we can have a public relationship without having to worry about being made fun of, or being looked at in disgust. Even when we came out before, we ended up losing friends over the matter, and the truth of the fact is that I’m tired of trying to play straight when I’m no good at it, and I really don’t even want to bother.
“We should probably repack our things.” James tells me, and I have to agree that some how in just two days we have still managed to make quite a mess of the bedroom with our things all about. So I nod, and we get up putting our things back into bags, to make it easier when we move to the Gamma house later tonight. Still I have to admit that I’m excited and nervous about what’s going to happen with frat house, and how they will treat us as pledges. I can’t help but think that all the stories have to have some sort of root in the truth.