Homework
I sit on Tyler's bed and watch as Ty's right hand scribbles away at his Advanced Mathematics homework. Amazing how Ty gets his homework done so quick – I bet he could rival Caleb's grades this semester. I playfully hug him, but my frail attempts to distract him are ignored.
Right. So Ty wants to play hard-to-get.
First I remove my shirt, my trousers, but I leave my boxers on. Then I try to get Ty's shirt off him. Goody-boy refuses and tries to inch away from me, but his bed is only that wide. He tries to push me off his bed, but I resist.
"Reid, please, I've gotta finish this."
I bite my lip and think for a second. Then my hands find his shoulders and I start massaging them. My thumb kneads away at the knots in Tyler's shoulder muscles. I'm pleased to find it works – Tyler doesn't resist. He even shivers as his muscles relax. But his right hand doesn't stop working away at that Advanced Mathematics homework.
Then when I gently take off Ty's shirt he complies – he even lifts up his arms for me to do so. My mind gives a silent triumphant cheer. My hands now have free rein of Ty's bare torso – I knead his back muscles, apply pressure to his sides, and give Tyler one heck of a back rub. The things I do to turn Baby Boy on.
But no, Tyler Simms the Righteous does not stop working away at his homework. I start biting his neck, and my hands find the front of his torso, and I caress his chest, and –
Tyler stops me, gripping my protesting hands.
"Back rub, Reid," he warns. "Not this."
"Come on, Ty. I've been watching you do your fucking Advanced Mathematics for hours."
"It's not easy, Reid. Maybe if you were to help me out instead of fuck around – "
"Yeah, yeah. Fine."
I dress myself and walk out – maybe I'll get a beer or something. Or maybe I'll just walk about, get some fresh air. And when I get back perhaps Tyler will have finished that goddamned homework and I can have my fun.
I decide against getting a beer. I drive around aimlessly before I get back to my dorm.
I open the door to find Caleb. On Ty's bed. I blink.
Caleb is half-naked, and his hands are all over Ty's chest. And, goddammit, Ty has stopped doing his Advanced Mathematics, and the two are . . . making out.
Then they notice me, standing dumbly in the doorway.
Before anyone can say anything I close the door and rush off, far, far away from the dorms. I am fucking confused.
A couple of hours later I am sitting in a corner of Nicky's, and I am brooding. Yeah. That's the word. Brooding. With a bottle of cold beer in my hands. Brooding over what happened, what I saw. I'm getting my mind all cloudy and screwed up. What did I see?
I think, trying to remember Caleb's hands running over Tyler's chest like Tyler was his, trying to remember the soft sounds of their breathing as I stood at the doorway like a dumb fool.
My cell phone rings and – no surprise – it is Tyler. He sounds faint, as if he was worried or tired. Or guilty. He tries to explain.
"I called Caleb over to help me with my Math, Reid. And . . . and . . . " Tyler trails off.
I don't reply. I don't care anyway. And I hang up on Tyler, Caleb's Baby Boy.
