Charlie's POV
We got back to the dorm around ten that night and shed our layers of clothes down to our underwear. I crawled onto my bed and awaited the impact of weight next to me that never came. I rolled over puzzled and found Banks curled up on his bed watching me.
"What are you doin' all the way over there? I don't have cooties or anything." I gave him a sullen look and pretended to be hurt.
"I'm going to sleep." He responded in a 'duh' tone.
"I can see that, but why over there? Why not here?" I patted a spot on my bed.
"Twice in one day is enough for me. I've given and received that's plenty. Besides what just happened at the rink may have ruined it for me forever."
I knew he was referring to the fact we had just gotten ourselves back into acceptable conditions for public, when the Zamboni driver came out onto the ice to tell us we had to leave. I'm just glad he didn't notice my fly was down, good thing Banksie didn't either or he would've died of embarrassment.
Then I would've had to break in a new boyfriend, would have been a hassle. Who am I kidding? If I ever lost Adam there'd be no other guys. I wasn't gay before him and I refused to be without him. I wondered if I should tell him that, before I got the chance though I heard the soft sweet sound of him snoring. It was a good thing we were rooming together I don't think anyone else alive would call it sweet. Nor would anyone but me find it cute. But I treasured it, because I treasured him.
The next morning I woke with a face full of silky blonde hair and smiled inwardly. Evidently Adam had changed his mind about sleeping alone some where during the course of the night. Not that I was complaining, having his skin brushing mine thrilled me and I loved the way his hair always smelled just washed. One of these days I'll have to find out what kind of shampoo he uses. I rubbed my hand up his bare arm and he stirred slightly, his nose tickling my neck.
"G'morning." I whispered pulling back slightly to kiss his forehead.
"Good morning." He repeated groggily even with morning breath he's still perfect.
"So you decided against sleeping alone last night I see."
"Would you believe I was sleep walking and this is where I wound up?"
"Not in the slightest."
"Nightmare?"
"Nope. Try the truth, you're so completely infatuated with me that you're lost without my touch."
"There you go again thinking you're God's gift to me."
"I'm not?" I knit my eyebrows and tried to look shocked.
"Of course you are baby. And as much as I wish I could stay here in bed with you all day and remind you of how deeply I care about you, I have class in a half hour." Banks pecked my lips and got up walking to his dresser. I followed slipping my arm around his waist from behind.
"When did you get so affectionate?" He pulled out a drawer and dug through the stack of perfectly pressed and meticulously folded polo and oxford shirts. Something else caught my eye, something green with yellow and purple stripes across the bottom.
"You've still got your peewees jersey? I thought I was the only that kept it."
"No you're the only one that kept wearing it, and by the way it smells have you washed it since you were eleven? I'm giving mine to our first child."
"First child, how are we pulling that off? I don't like pain and you don't have the hips for it." I know it sounded like I was making little of the situation, turning it into a joke, but in truth there was nothing I wanted more then to spend the rest of my life with Adam by my side and raise a family together. The word forever didn't scare me like it did most guys our age, I wanted forever.
"I was thinking we'd adopt." Banksie turned around in my arms and wrapped his arms around me as well "But if you want the whole biological thing, I'm sure Connie or Julie would be surrogate mother for us."
"Okay so which one of us gets to boink Cons or Jules?"
"I was thinking artificial insemination, I guess if you had your heart set on sleeping with them, I'll understand. I mean if you really wanna do it the old fashioned way." He grinned at me; he had the most intoxicating smile. It made him look so innocent almost childlike. It made me weak in the knees.
"Guy and Scooter will love that I'm sure." I scoffed sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling him down with me.
"You're making it very hard for me to get ready." Banks pushed lightly on my chest in a vain attempt to get away.
"I'm trying." I leaned over and kissed him gently, sucking on his bottom lip.
"I have to get to class and so do you." He got up again this time achieving in putting his clothes on, "See you at tryouts?"
"Yup."
"Alright, I love you." He'd almost made it to the door that time before I grabbed him and kissed him once more.
"Love you more." I gushed and pushed him out the door before he got the chance to argue.
Every class I had that day was made a million times more boring by the fact I wanted to get to tryouts. There was only two things about that school I enjoyed, one being Adam the other being hockey. It was so great that those two simple things were combinable.
Later in the locker room I had to literally force myself not to watch Banks change. I mean I could've if I wanted but I didn't want the rest of the team to catch on. I didn't want them to gang up on us for being 'fucking homos' or whatever else they'd say. I could take it, I couldn't however but Banksie through that. Adam still thought the world was a wonderful place. I was too much in love to tell him otherwise, let him think all is good. It's better that way.
We got back to the dorm around ten that night and shed our layers of clothes down to our underwear. I crawled onto my bed and awaited the impact of weight next to me that never came. I rolled over puzzled and found Banks curled up on his bed watching me.
"What are you doin' all the way over there? I don't have cooties or anything." I gave him a sullen look and pretended to be hurt.
"I'm going to sleep." He responded in a 'duh' tone.
"I can see that, but why over there? Why not here?" I patted a spot on my bed.
"Twice in one day is enough for me. I've given and received that's plenty. Besides what just happened at the rink may have ruined it for me forever."
I knew he was referring to the fact we had just gotten ourselves back into acceptable conditions for public, when the Zamboni driver came out onto the ice to tell us we had to leave. I'm just glad he didn't notice my fly was down, good thing Banksie didn't either or he would've died of embarrassment.
Then I would've had to break in a new boyfriend, would have been a hassle. Who am I kidding? If I ever lost Adam there'd be no other guys. I wasn't gay before him and I refused to be without him. I wondered if I should tell him that, before I got the chance though I heard the soft sweet sound of him snoring. It was a good thing we were rooming together I don't think anyone else alive would call it sweet. Nor would anyone but me find it cute. But I treasured it, because I treasured him.
The next morning I woke with a face full of silky blonde hair and smiled inwardly. Evidently Adam had changed his mind about sleeping alone some where during the course of the night. Not that I was complaining, having his skin brushing mine thrilled me and I loved the way his hair always smelled just washed. One of these days I'll have to find out what kind of shampoo he uses. I rubbed my hand up his bare arm and he stirred slightly, his nose tickling my neck.
"G'morning." I whispered pulling back slightly to kiss his forehead.
"Good morning." He repeated groggily even with morning breath he's still perfect.
"So you decided against sleeping alone last night I see."
"Would you believe I was sleep walking and this is where I wound up?"
"Not in the slightest."
"Nightmare?"
"Nope. Try the truth, you're so completely infatuated with me that you're lost without my touch."
"There you go again thinking you're God's gift to me."
"I'm not?" I knit my eyebrows and tried to look shocked.
"Of course you are baby. And as much as I wish I could stay here in bed with you all day and remind you of how deeply I care about you, I have class in a half hour." Banks pecked my lips and got up walking to his dresser. I followed slipping my arm around his waist from behind.
"When did you get so affectionate?" He pulled out a drawer and dug through the stack of perfectly pressed and meticulously folded polo and oxford shirts. Something else caught my eye, something green with yellow and purple stripes across the bottom.
"You've still got your peewees jersey? I thought I was the only that kept it."
"No you're the only one that kept wearing it, and by the way it smells have you washed it since you were eleven? I'm giving mine to our first child."
"First child, how are we pulling that off? I don't like pain and you don't have the hips for it." I know it sounded like I was making little of the situation, turning it into a joke, but in truth there was nothing I wanted more then to spend the rest of my life with Adam by my side and raise a family together. The word forever didn't scare me like it did most guys our age, I wanted forever.
"I was thinking we'd adopt." Banksie turned around in my arms and wrapped his arms around me as well "But if you want the whole biological thing, I'm sure Connie or Julie would be surrogate mother for us."
"Okay so which one of us gets to boink Cons or Jules?"
"I was thinking artificial insemination, I guess if you had your heart set on sleeping with them, I'll understand. I mean if you really wanna do it the old fashioned way." He grinned at me; he had the most intoxicating smile. It made him look so innocent almost childlike. It made me weak in the knees.
"Guy and Scooter will love that I'm sure." I scoffed sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling him down with me.
"You're making it very hard for me to get ready." Banks pushed lightly on my chest in a vain attempt to get away.
"I'm trying." I leaned over and kissed him gently, sucking on his bottom lip.
"I have to get to class and so do you." He got up again this time achieving in putting his clothes on, "See you at tryouts?"
"Yup."
"Alright, I love you." He'd almost made it to the door that time before I grabbed him and kissed him once more.
"Love you more." I gushed and pushed him out the door before he got the chance to argue.
Every class I had that day was made a million times more boring by the fact I wanted to get to tryouts. There was only two things about that school I enjoyed, one being Adam the other being hockey. It was so great that those two simple things were combinable.
Later in the locker room I had to literally force myself not to watch Banks change. I mean I could've if I wanted but I didn't want the rest of the team to catch on. I didn't want them to gang up on us for being 'fucking homos' or whatever else they'd say. I could take it, I couldn't however but Banksie through that. Adam still thought the world was a wonderful place. I was too much in love to tell him otherwise, let him think all is good. It's better that way.