7
Trevor
I wokeup early the next morning, like I always did, but this morning was different. This morning, my entire body ached in a good way. The entire room reeked like sweat and cum, but I was too warm and fuzzy to do anything about it. I’d expected Gabe to stop last night’s events before things went too far, but I’d never been happier to be proven wrong. We’d stopped short of full-on sex, but I no longer felt that was because he didn’twantto go all the way. After the first round of orgasms, which left us both sated and sleepy, we’d woken up in the night for round two. As we’d drifted off following round three a few hours ago, Gabe had promised we’d pick up where we left off, only leaving the room this weekend to eat. That sounded like a good plan to me.
The thought of food made my stomach rumble, a loud reminder that we’d skipped dinner last night. Gabe forgot all about ordering pizza after I’d tricked him into the shower with me, and we really hadn’t thought about anything other than being together after he dried me off.
As tempting as it was to throw on clothes and sneak down to the dining hall before anyone else woke up, I needed another shower. The downside of sex seemed to be the stench that remained when you were too exhausted to get up when it was done. I rummaged through my dresser for a change of clothes without turning on the light and sneaked into the bathroom, careful to not disturb Gabe. I’d bring back something he could eat when he awoke, but I knew better than to wake him when he didn’t have anywhere to be.
I tripped over my own feet when I came out of the dining hall to the sound of familiar voices. What the hell? It wasn’t even eight in the morning, which meant they had to have been on the road before six.
“Oh, Trevor!” My mom called out when she noticed me trying to right my tray before everything spilled to the floor.
“Mom, Aunt Gwen, what are you doing here?” I asked. They absolutely could not come up to our room. They’d take one whiff and either figure out what we’d been doing or think one?—or both?—of us had company last night. Their natural assumption would be Gabe, but where I was the one awake and he was still sound asleep, they might assume I was the one who had a late-night booty call. And then Mom would want to dissect the evening, asking who the lucky girl was, and I wasn’t ready to have that talk with her. Not yet. It would have to be soon, but I wasn’t ready to go there yet.
“You didn’t come home this weekend, so we decided to drive down to you,” Mom said, as though it was totally normal to get in the car before dawn to check on your son you haven’t seen in an entire week. We’d dutifully returned home every weekend so far this semester, even though Gabe complained there was no reason. It wasn’t like we were doing anything when we were there. It was all about proving to the moms that we were still alive and capable of taking care of ourselves. Six days apart, and she couldn’t help herself. She’d lose her mind if I wound up getting a job out of the Triangle area.
“Gabe forgot his laundry last weekend when you left, so I suggested to Gwen that we bring it down. We don’t want to monopolize your entire weekend, so we’ll be heading to an arts festival down by Sunset Beach a bit later.”
“You didn’t think it might be better to stop here on your way back?” Dang, Gabe was a bad influence; his snark was rubbing off on me.
“You’re always up early, so I didn’t think it’d be a problem.”
“Mom, I love you, but you can’t drop by unannounced.” The more I thought about what she might find upstairs, the more annoyed I became. Gabe was right; my mom had zero boundaries when it came to me. It was a good thing he was the person I wanted to be with because, otherwise, I’d have to worry about her pushing away any potential partners with her helicopter parenting.
“Well, maybe you’ll remember this the next time you decide at the last minute that you can’t be bothered to come home for the weekend. When you said you wanted to come to Wilmington for college, you promised you were going to visit.”
“And I have!” My voice echoed through the empty lobby. Mom flinched at the angry tone in my voice. “I never said I’d come home every single weekend. And even if I had, it’s not feasible with my schedule.”
“Are you having trouble? Do you need to drop a class or two?”
“I’ll be fine, but I need to focus. I can’t do that when we’re spending five hours every weekend in the car. That’s time I could spend reading or working on my assignments.”
“I can see your point,” Mom conceded. “But we haven’t even seen your room. We should’ve been here for move-in, then maybe you wouldn’t be stuck in a suite hall.” I doubted mom would be as upset about our living situation if she knew why we’d requested the hall we had. She should be grateful we were living in a suite, where we didn’t have the same ability to lock ourselves away from the rest of our classmates.
Besides, once you took our relationship out of the equation, both Gabe and I were happy with where we lived. It was nice to not have to worry about using the same bathrooms and showers as the rest of an entire floor. Everyone in our suite seemed cool about keeping the commons areas picked up and cleaned. Sure, it’d be nice if I hadn’t somehow been put on permanent bathroom duty, but it was fine because at least then I knew we wouldn’t have a thick layer of funk by the end of the school year.
“You’re making it sound like we were assigned to a cardboard box. It’s a nice place,” I told her, waving my hand around as though I was giving her the grand tour.
“Good, then you won’t mind showing us where you live,” she responded with a satisfied smirk.
“Well, I sort of do. It’s early, it’s the weekend, and I’m pretty sure Gabe wouldn’t be happy about company when he’s sound asleep.”
“Well, he needs to get up, anyway,” Gwen interjected. “It’ll do him no good to sleep the weekend away. I was hoping some of your good habits would rub off on him.”
“They are, just not waking up early. But I promise, he’s not planning to sleep all weekend. We were up late last night?—”
“Not at a party, I hope,” Mom interrupted. I wasn’t sure if I wished I’d stayed in bed or not. If I had, I wouldn’t be stuck down here trying to take on the team of moms, but at least we’d have been able to fight them together if they’d knocked on our door. Gabe was much better at smooth-talking them.
“No, we weren’t at a party. Remember, homework. I have a paper due Monday morning and I’d assume he was doing the same.”
Guilt soured in my stomach. I didn’t outright lie to my parents. Sure, I’d kept things from them, but I’d always been taught that there was more trouble to be had when you lied than there was when you were honest. Lies had a way of compounding; you know, sort of like not telling them about my sexuality led to me not telling them I was attracted to Gabe, which meant I had to come up with a reason for attending UNCW when I’d always dreamed of going to Duke, and now I was lying about what had Gabe so exhausted this morning. I was a crappy son.
“Maybe we can let him sleep for a bit and go to breakfast. We could bring back something for him,” Gwen suggested. I Could have kissed her for stepping in to help with my mom. I wondered how panicked I must’ve looked for her to have such an abrupt change from insisting Gabe get his lazy butt out of bed.
When my mom turned to assess our accommodations, Gwen winked at me to tell me she knew something. But was she speculating or did she know about us? I wasn’t sure which I feared more.
“Actually, how about I run this upstairs. I’ll write him a note to text us when he gets up, and then we can take off. Maybe we can head down to the beach or something.” Playing tour guide wasn’t my idea of a fun Saturday morning when I’d been promised a weekend filled with sexual exploration, but it was light-years better than letting them walk into our room while it stank.
