5
Trevor
The first weekof school was like a dream. We were in the honeymoon phase, not only as far as being college students rather than the children we were a few months earlier in high school, but also as a couple. Like every year since kindergarten, I woke up before the birds, springing out of bed and anxious to get to my first class. I showered, savoring the extra time since the rest of the suite was still asleep, then made Gabe his first cup of coffee.
When it finished brewing, I sat it on the dresser we’d decided to use as a makeshift nightstand and perched myself on the edge of the bed. I ran my fingers along the length of his spine, still amazed I could touch him like this whenever I wanted. He grumbled and buried his head beneath the pillows. I bent over, placing one tender kiss against his shoulder blade, chuckling when he stirred a bit more. Allowed my hands to drift to the small of his back, pressing past the waistband of his sleep pants. “Mmm, come back to bed.”
“No time,” I told him, even though it was still nearly an hour before the dining hall opened for breakfast. If I crawled back into the bed with him, we’d fall back to sleep and miss our first classes. Or even better, he’d wake up and we’d lose track of time making out. “I made you coffee.”
He rolled to his back and sat up, eyes still closed as he reached for the steaming mug. “God, I love you,” he sighed after the first sip.
I tensed, still uncomfortable with how easily he threw the phrase around. I wanted to laugh it off but didn’t want to risk my reaction hurting his feelings if he was serious.
“Seriously, Trev, why are we up so early? My first class isn’t until ten,” he complained.
“Yeah, well mine’s at eight, and you said you wanted to eat together since we don’t have any of the same classes this semester.”
“I’m beginning to think I was overcompensating for the whole having to keep us a secret for so long,” he grumbled. He threw back the blankets and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. When he stood, it put his morning wood on full display. We jerked off together enough times I was certain I could sketch his body in perfect detail, but I was ready for the next level of intimacy. While I was trying to work up the courage to pull down his pajama pants and lick the tip of his dick before drawing him into my mouth, Gabe disappeared into the bathroom.
When he returned, he laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“You.” He crossed the room and kissed the top of my head. “You’re sitting there concentrating as though you’re trying to work out a complex math equation.”
“Nope. Just trying to wake up,” I lied. So far, Gabe opted for a snail’s pace with our relationship. I’d hinted a couple of times that I wanted more, but he always reminded me there was no need to rush anything. It was sweet, but also incredibly frustrating. And now was not the time for me to grow a set of balls and tell him what I wanted, because I wasn’t sure I could handle any sort of rejection before having to face a lecture hall of new faces several times today.
“That’s your own damn fault. We could have still been sound asleep, but you’re the freakazoid would has to get up before the alarm for the first damn day of school. You’d think that’d wear off eventually.”
“Maybe it will, but this is a huge day.” I was practically bouncing on the bed by this point. Gabe shook his head and grabbed his shower caddy. “Once you’re dressed, we’ll head down for some breakfast. Tell me, are you going to walk me to class like a good boyfriend would do?”
“I might,” he responded playfully. “Is your first class in the same direction as Port Java?”
“Of course,” I scoffed. “I’ve known you your entire life. Do you seriously think I’d suggest you walk in the opposite direction of your beloved coffee with a scoop of ice cream?”
I thought Gabe was going to cream his pants the first day we’d walked into Port Java and he saw that they offered hot and cold drinks with ice cream in place of sweetener. At first, he’d resisted because the ice cream would cool the coffee too much to be any good, but after the barista told him he could order one and she’d make him something else if he didn’t like it, he was hooked. Ever since then, Gabe’s primary source of exercise had been walking to the coffee shop at least twice a day.
“You’re too good to me.” He kissed me once more, then headed off for the shower moments before Seth’s alarm blared on the other side of the wall. While he was gone, I pulled clothes out of the dresser for him. It wasn’t weird, I told myself, because I was simply trying to save time, not dictating his wardrobe choices. The fact he wouldn’t walk into his first classes looking like a rumpled mess was simply a bonus.
Gabe kissed me quickly before getting dressed. It would’ve been so easy for me to tug at his towel, leaving him naked with his long, slender cock at the perfect height, but I didn’t. Damn priorities.
We walked to the dining hall together, loading up with enough food to get us through the day. Seth sat alone at a table in the corner, so I cocked my head for Gabe to follow me over there. The kid seemed like he was struggling to make friends, and I knew the pain of being the weirdo no one wanted to sit next to.
“Hey, you guys ready for today?” Seth asked as we approached. His eyes widened as we sat next to him. “It’s so weird to think we only have to take a couple of classes each day. I thought it’d be more like high school, where we had to juggle a ton of classes and books.”
“I’m totally down for a few hours of learning and the rest of the days free,” Gabe replied. I shook my head, because he still thought it was going to be easy with so few classes. He was woefully unprepared for how much harder classes would be this year.
“Yeah, well I’m going to reserve judgment for now,” I told them. “My classes this semester are killer.”
“I still don’t know what you’re trying to prove. You’re going to make the rest of us look bad, taking as many credits as they’d let you right off the bat,” Gabe teased. He bumped his shoulder into mine, sending the bitter sludge that passed for coffee in this place onto my plate. Nothing looked less appetizing than residence hall scrambled eggs soaked with coffee.
“Sorry.” He switched plates with me and instantly started eating the eggs. Sometimes, I wondered if there was anything the man wouldn’t put in his mouth?—other than my dick, because that hadn’t happened yet no matter how much I hoped it would.
Seth watched the two of us but didn’t say anything. I felt like the subject of a research study with his critical analysis. He shook his head quickly, curled an arm around his plate, and started shoveling food into his mouth. It was the move of someone who was used to food disappearing before he finished. The kid had a story, and I was pretty sure it’d make our problems seem like a fairy tale.
The alarm chimed on my phone, alerting me it was time to head to class. Gabe chuckled, grabbed our trays, and told me he’d meet me at the door. Seth wished us luck and we returned the sentiment.
Gabe offered to walk me all the way to the lecture hall, but I dismissed him when we got to Port Java. I wasn’t ready for that level of public attention. He stopped himself from kissing me and turned away with a frown. Before I could second guess myself, I reached for his hand.
