Harper hemmed as they stood at the crossroads once more, his dorm building to the left and Harper’s to the right.“Sure, I mean...”
Banks cocked his head gently, surprised at his new friend’s hesitance.“I mean, you did leave me with blue balls back there in the theater, right?I’m not asking for a replay, but a walk home with the guy who made you cum buckets all over that poor theater seat?Seems like the least you could do for me, huh, Harp?”
Harper nodded nervously, all the way down to Banks’s sticky shorts.“Seems like I already returned the favor, huh, Banks?”
“Shut it,” Banks snickered, tugging him down the right path toward his dorm.Harper followed dutifully, Banks noticed, but only dutifully.“Next time, I’ll have way more stamina.It’s your fault.”
“What?How?”
Banks remembered the moment he’d seen Harper’s cock, glistening and aglow, jutting straight up from his smoothly shaven pubic mound, ramrod stiff and begging for attention.“I’ve never seen a guy who ...who shaved down there, before.”
“Never?”
Banks chuffed playfully.“Have you everseena football player before?Naked, I mean?I don’t think they’ve heard of the term manscaping, at least not in tiny Sagebrush, Georgia anyway.Most guys are like Sasquatch down there, so imagine my surprise to see that smooth, pretty cock of yours.And those thick balls to match!”
“Banks!”Harper squeezed his hand, glancing around to see if any witnesses might have heard.But all they saw was the empty path ahead, leading inevitably to another high-rise dorm building, as basic and bland as the dozens of identical rooms nestled inside.
“What?”Banks teased, tugging him down the long, winding, cobblestone path, lined with towering elms and oaks and making them feel like the last two boys on earth.“There’s no one around.”
“I know, but...”
“What’s wrong with you, Harp?”
Banks squeezed his lover’s hand, so warm and soft and gentle despite the hardbody to which it belonged.“Nothing, Banks, obviously.This night has been ...very special to me.”
They had reached the doors by then, Banks letting go of Harper’s hand to fiddle in his pocket for his ID card.A quick swipe, a few bleep-bloops from the keypad and the door clicked open.Banks held it ajar, studying his reluctant guest carefully.Harper drifted through quietly, as if suddenly low on words.Banks watched him drift past, shoulders hunched, lips a thin, grim line, eyes shadowed in mystery.
Banks suspected he knew why Harper was suddenly at a loss for words—he was nervous.As hell.The sexy little fucker with the shaved body and dirty blond ponytail was gun shy about sleeping over.
Harper followed along dutifully just the same, if hesitantly, Banks smirking the whole way—across the lobby, waiting for the elevator, inside the grubby metal box littered with stickers, up to the fourth floor, out and around the corner until Banks stopped, almost as hesitantly as Harper, in front of room 421-C.
He turned without another word, slid his key in the door and gripped it tightly.Turning, he gave Harper a smoldering wink.“Well, goodnight, Harp.”
After all his hemming and hawing, literally dragging his feet and wondering how he was going to get out of the inevitable invitation to come inside, Harper seemed surprised.Disappointed.Hurt, even.Banks struggled to hide his knowing grin as Harper stammered, “W-w-what, you’re not even going to invite me in?”
Banks held the doorknob in place, squeezing it tight.He shook his head sternly.“I can tell you’re not into it, Harp.I get it, trust me.”
“I never said that, Banks.”
“You didn’t have to, pal.It’s written all over your face.”
“No, Banks, honestly, I...”
They stood there, smiling nervously despite all they’d shared in the last 24 hours.Harper sagged gently against the door jamb.“Is your roommate asleep?”he whispered.“Is that it?Please say that’s it, Banks.”
Banks chuckled, throwing the door wide.A quick peek inside made it clear that only half of the room had been lived in since the freshman had arrived on campus two days before.“He’s on athletic scholarship, and they found him a last-minute slot in the athletes’ dorm across campus.They said it could be a couple of weeks until they found me a replacement roomie so, until then...”
Banks finished with a leer, every inch of him as inviting as it was irresistible.So why the hell was Harper still standing outside?“Lucky you,” Harper said with an actual shiver, as if imagining the scene back in his own dorm room, his pothead roommate passed out, a bag of potato chips or can of icing on his rotund belly while he snored the night away.In between ripe, ripping, gaseous farts, that is.
Banks softened, sagging gently in the doorway.“Listen, Harper, I get it.This is new for both of us.You don’t think I’m nervous, too?”
“I just ...so much has happened so fast, Banks.I don’t want to blow it by going too quickly, you know?”
“I do know, Harper.Honestly, I do.That’s why it’s time for you to take your ass home and get a good night’s sleep.”
Harper seemed almost relieved, as if he didn’t know whether to jump with joy or do a fake run past Banks to hop into the unmade bed across from his own.Instead he merely sagged, shoulders grown heavy with relief.“You’re not mad?”
“I’m not mad, Harper.Not even a little.But if you change your mind later?If you wind up back in your dorm room, listening to your roomie snoring, tossing and turning with a hard-on and wondering where the night went so horribly, terribly wrong?”Banks beamed, tapping the room number affixed on a cheap brass plate to his battered door.“At least now you’ll know where I live, right?”
