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look into Aidan's eyes. "What would you have told her?"
"That we're involved. That it's gotten physical. That I care about you a lot, and the physical part
makes it hard to know where the emotional part is," said Aidan. "That my feelings for other people are
making me confused."
"You want it?"
Aidan smiled. "Of course I do. But I also--"
"You also love Sammy."
"Yeah. I do."
Steven gulped. His voice cracked as he spoke, and his eyes were closed. "I meant what I said. If
Sammy gives you the opportunity, take it."
Aidan embraced him. "You're too good to me, you know that."
Steven pressed a kiss into Aidan's hair. "I know," he said with a soft chuckle, resting his head
against Aidan's and pulling them close. They held each other in the cold air for a time. The epithets
tossed their direction got worse, but just now, it wasn't bothering either of them. There, together with
their arms wrapped around each other, there was nothing else that was important.
Finally, Steven pulled away, wrapping an arm around Aidan's back to rest on his hip, and slowly
began to walk again toward the dorm.
"So, what did you tell Sarah?" asked Aidan, very softly.
"That I don't know," said Steven, his voice just as quiet, "but I love you."
Aidan gulped and held Steven tighter. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," said Steven, leaning down to kiss him again on the top of his head. "I'm not."
They finished the walk in silence, and Steven stood with Aidan in the glow of the lamp illuminating
the steps into the building. Steven waited with him there for a few moments and then leaned down and
kissed him. Their lips met and it was tender and soft, and Aidan was held and supported and wanted in
ways he'd almost lost hope of being.
Steven pulled away and cupped a hand against Aidan's face. Steven smiled then and turned and
walked slowly away. Aidan stood, rooted, unable to move as he watched Steven walk away. He was
shivering from the cold by the time he managed to make his limbs work again to turn and walk into
the building.
Aidan reached the room, stripped down to his boxers, his shirt and waistcoat on but open, and
began to work on his story. It took him a long time for any of his typing to be coherent. His mind still
swirled around that tender kiss at the door, around Michael hoarsely pleading with him, over words
spoken softly. Three words. He'd suspected, but knowing was worse. As Eli slowly worked up the
nerve to go beyond physical intimacy and speak to Alex, so Aidan unwrapped and unpackaged his
feelings. Strong feelings. For Michael. For Steven. For Sammy.
Eli would come to terms with Alex. They would meet with a kiss and the opposites would wrap
themselves together and celebrate in an ecstasy that took on a life and vibrancy that Aidan had failed
to give it before. The touch of intimacy became stronger, became real, and the growing love for the
characters burst from the page in his words. Aidan closed his eyes. It was hopeless.
"Hey man," said a quavering voice from the door, "whatcha writing?"
Aidan shook his head out of the reverie of fictional sex and love, pushing his laptop away. "Just a
story."
"I didn't," Sammy said, pausing for a few seconds, "I didn't realize it was Michael in the hospital.
He was a jerk, man, but I know... I think how I would feel if Caroline were in the hospital and..." He
let out a deep whoosh of breath. "I'm just sorry if I wasn't more supportive."
"I wasn't expecting you to be supportive," said Aidan, still focused on the laptop he'd pushed away.
"But I should have been."
"Yeah, thanks for that, then," said Aidan harshly.
Sammy walked up behind Aidan and swatted him lightly on the back of the head. "I'd be leaving
that ass in the hospital on his own, way Michael treated you."
"Sure. Nice." Aidan shook his head. "I guess."
"I was trying to be sensitive," said Sammy. "I thought you liked that."
"Like you care."
Sammy swatted him lightly on the head again. "You know I do, man," Sammy said, tousling
Aidan's hair playfully. "So, what's on the agenda tonight? You writin'?"
"Yeah," said Aidan, pulling the computer back into easy reach. "That assignment for Professor
Melby."
"So, is your story any good?"
"Of course it's good," snapped Aidan, scooting his chair closer to the desk. "The nerve. Is it good?
Like I'd--"
"So, let me read some, man."
"Seriously, honey, like you care," said Aidan. "It's for a class you hate."
Sammy grunted. "I hate that I'm crap at it. Don't you think I'd like to be able to write that flowery
shit you do?" He shook his head. "Never got the knack. Professor Melby hands my stuff back with
pages full of red ink. Yours? A nice little note on what she liked at the end. I'm crap at it, man."
"You really want to know what I'm writing?" Aidan's voice was shaky.
Sammy set a hand on Aidan's shoulder, sending jolts of feeling down Aidan's chest. "Yeah," said
Sammy, stepping away and letting the fingers peel slowly from Aidan's shoulder. "I do."
"It's about sex," said Aidan. "About people figuring out sex, and love, and what that means to
them."
"So, about your life then?" asked Sammy pointedly.
"Come on, Sammy," said Aidan, chidingly, "it's not like I know anything to..." Aidan turned to look
at Sammy, eyes raking over bare flesh as Sammy removed his shirt. "B-beau..." Sammy was beautiful.
And Aidan had said the word loudly enough for Sammy to hear.
Sammy glanced over his shoulder to look at Aidan watching him. His lips were parted just slightly,
a peek of pink mouth, of sparkling teeth. Dark eyes, intense, sharp angular high cheekbones. There
was a set of the eyes and a hint of a question as an eyebrow raised and Sammy consented to being
watched, his body slick, his arms still twisted in the shirt he'd pulled over his head, eyes glued to
Aidan's face as he stood there, frozen, letting Aidan's eyes drink in his body.
Sammy tossed the shirt on the floor and turned back to Aidan. "So, who is it about then?" asked
Sammy. His thumb curled against his track pants, pulling the waistband down.
Aidan blushed. "You're doing that on purpose."
Sammy grinned nonchalantly. He walked to the door and flipped the light switch off, plunging the
room into shadow except for the little circle of light on Aidan's desk.
"Hey, man," said Aidan.
"We have better things to do."
"Like what?" asked Aidan.
Sammy leaned over and pulled closed the lid on the laptop.
"Sammy!"
Sammy pushed the chair back against the wall and straddled it.
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look into Aidan's eyes. "What would you have told her?"
"That we're involved. That it's gotten physical. That I care about you a lot, and the physical part
makes it hard to know where the emotional part is," said Aidan. "That my feelings for other people are
making me confused."
"You want it?"
Aidan smiled. "Of course I do. But I also--"
"You also love Sammy."
"Yeah. I do."
Steven gulped. His voice cracked as he spoke, and his eyes were closed. "I meant what I said. If
Sammy gives you the opportunity, take it."
Aidan embraced him. "You're too good to me, you know that."
Steven pressed a kiss into Aidan's hair. "I know," he said with a soft chuckle, resting his head
against Aidan's and pulling them close. They held each other in the cold air for a time. The epithets
tossed their direction got worse, but just now, it wasn't bothering either of them. There, together with
their arms wrapped around each other, there was nothing else that was important.
Finally, Steven pulled away, wrapping an arm around Aidan's back to rest on his hip, and slowly
began to walk again toward the dorm.
"So, what did you tell Sarah?" asked Aidan, very softly.
"That I don't know," said Steven, his voice just as quiet, "but I love you."
Aidan gulped and held Steven tighter. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," said Steven, leaning down to kiss him again on the top of his head. "I'm not."
They finished the walk in silence, and Steven stood with Aidan in the glow of the lamp illuminating
the steps into the building. Steven waited with him there for a few moments and then leaned down and
kissed him. Their lips met and it was tender and soft, and Aidan was held and supported and wanted in
ways he'd almost lost hope of being.
Steven pulled away and cupped a hand against Aidan's face. Steven smiled then and turned and
walked slowly away. Aidan stood, rooted, unable to move as he watched Steven walk away. He was
shivering from the cold by the time he managed to make his limbs work again to turn and walk into
the building.
Aidan reached the room, stripped down to his boxers, his shirt and waistcoat on but open, and
began to work on his story. It took him a long time for any of his typing to be coherent. His mind still
swirled around that tender kiss at the door, around Michael hoarsely pleading with him, over words
spoken softly. Three words. He'd suspected, but knowing was worse. As Eli slowly worked up the
nerve to go beyond physical intimacy and speak to Alex, so Aidan unwrapped and unpackaged his
feelings. Strong feelings. For Michael. For Steven. For Sammy.
Eli would come to terms with Alex. They would meet with a kiss and the opposites would wrap
themselves together and celebrate in an ecstasy that took on a life and vibrancy that Aidan had failed
to give it before. The touch of intimacy became stronger, became real, and the growing love for the
characters burst from the page in his words. Aidan closed his eyes. It was hopeless.
"Hey man," said a quavering voice from the door, "whatcha writing?"
Aidan shook his head out of the reverie of fictional sex and love, pushing his laptop away. "Just a
story."
"I didn't," Sammy said, pausing for a few seconds, "I didn't realize it was Michael in the hospital.
He was a jerk, man, but I know... I think how I would feel if Caroline were in the hospital and..." He
let out a deep whoosh of breath. "I'm just sorry if I wasn't more supportive."
"I wasn't expecting you to be supportive," said Aidan, still focused on the laptop he'd pushed away.
"But I should have been."
"Yeah, thanks for that, then," said Aidan harshly.
Sammy walked up behind Aidan and swatted him lightly on the back of the head. "I'd be leaving
that ass in the hospital on his own, way Michael treated you."
"Sure. Nice." Aidan shook his head. "I guess."
"I was trying to be sensitive," said Sammy. "I thought you liked that."
"Like you care."
Sammy swatted him lightly on the head again. "You know I do, man," Sammy said, tousling
Aidan's hair playfully. "So, what's on the agenda tonight? You writin'?"
"Yeah," said Aidan, pulling the computer back into easy reach. "That assignment for Professor
Melby."
"So, is your story any good?"
"Of course it's good," snapped Aidan, scooting his chair closer to the desk. "The nerve. Is it good?
Like I'd--"
"So, let me read some, man."
"Seriously, honey, like you care," said Aidan. "It's for a class you hate."
Sammy grunted. "I hate that I'm crap at it. Don't you think I'd like to be able to write that flowery
shit you do?" He shook his head. "Never got the knack. Professor Melby hands my stuff back with
pages full of red ink. Yours? A nice little note on what she liked at the end. I'm crap at it, man."
"You really want to know what I'm writing?" Aidan's voice was shaky.
Sammy set a hand on Aidan's shoulder, sending jolts of feeling down Aidan's chest. "Yeah," said
Sammy, stepping away and letting the fingers peel slowly from Aidan's shoulder. "I do."
"It's about sex," said Aidan. "About people figuring out sex, and love, and what that means to
them."
"So, about your life then?" asked Sammy pointedly.
"Come on, Sammy," said Aidan, chidingly, "it's not like I know anything to..." Aidan turned to look
at Sammy, eyes raking over bare flesh as Sammy removed his shirt. "B-beau..." Sammy was beautiful.
And Aidan had said the word loudly enough for Sammy to hear.
Sammy glanced over his shoulder to look at Aidan watching him. His lips were parted just slightly,
a peek of pink mouth, of sparkling teeth. Dark eyes, intense, sharp angular high cheekbones. There
was a set of the eyes and a hint of a question as an eyebrow raised and Sammy consented to being
watched, his body slick, his arms still twisted in the shirt he'd pulled over his head, eyes glued to
Aidan's face as he stood there, frozen, letting Aidan's eyes drink in his body.
Sammy tossed the shirt on the floor and turned back to Aidan. "So, who is it about then?" asked
Sammy. His thumb curled against his track pants, pulling the waistband down.
Aidan blushed. "You're doing that on purpose."
Sammy grinned nonchalantly. He walked to the door and flipped the light switch off, plunging the
room into shadow except for the little circle of light on Aidan's desk.
"Hey, man," said Aidan.
"We have better things to do."
"Like what?" asked Aidan.
Sammy leaned over and pulled closed the lid on the laptop.
"Sammy!"
Sammy pushed the chair back against the wall and straddled it.
"What the hell, Sammy!" Aidan's cock jumped as Sammy's body settled onto his thighs. He was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]