“How could I forget,” Banks murmured, bending over to snatch the paper off the floor.He scanned it, quickly, before snickering and turning to Harper with a fresh, beaming smile.
“What is it?”Harper sat up, long legs hanging off the side of the bed, cock pink and soft from his third—or was it his fourth?—climax of the evening.
Banks handed over the day’s itinerary, freshly printed on a still warm piece of Piedmont State letterhead.“Our schedule for the day,” he announced, reaching for the terry cloth robe he’d tugged off Harper earlier that night.
Or had it been morning?
Harper nodded absently, reading out loud from the printed agenda centered on the piece of university stationary.“Buffet breakfast?Field Day?Mocktails with the University President?”
Banks nodded with fiendish glee.“Big day, right?”
Harper made an extreme “WTF” face.“We’re not ...you’re not thinking about doing any of this, right?”
“Of course I am.”
“What about...”Harper glanced at the soiled sheets, twisted and sweaty and stained beyond repair.“We still have butt stuff to do, remember?”
“How could I forget?”Banks chuckled, gathering up the clothes Harper had worn to his room earlier that night and shoving them in his outstretched arms.“And, hey, if there’s no one else in the showers this early, maybe we can get to some of that.But first we need to wash at least a couple gallons worth of spunk off each other before we’re presentable to the outside world.”
“Banks, I...”
“Come on, Harper.Let’s do this.Together.”
“I’d rather go to church naked, Banks.”
“Listen, you got to go to the pep rally in aPrideshirt.I respect that.I want that too.Now more than ever.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, Harper.I do.”Banks shrugged into his robe, then the pair of cheap rubber flip-flops he wore to the dorm showers every morning.
“More than butt stuff?”Harper seemed genuinely surprised.
Banks was too, actually.In many ways, all these years, he’d thought butt stuff was the literal end game of his burgeoning gayness.But suddenly, the genuine affection, even love, he felt for Harper meant more than just checking that off his to do list.There was a whole world out there to explore, and he couldn’t wait to do it with someone he genuinely cared for.“Not generally, no.But right now?Yes, actually, I do.”
Harper was suddenly suspicious, looking back over the top of his collar as he tugged on his wrinkled V-neck tee.“Why?”
Banks softened, grabbing both of Harper’s hands and holding them in his own.In all his days, Banks had never done anything so spontaneously romantic.Nor had he ever wanted to before.Harper noticed, softening too.“Listen, I can’t wear aPrideshirt yet because I don’t have one and I doubt the campus bookstore of this religious ass college is going to sell me one in the first place, okay?But I can hold your hand, and walk with you to some cheap buffet breakfast.We can sit together, and sip coffee and be...”
“Together?”Harper’s voice trembled, slightly.
“Yeah, Harp.Together.You.Me.Here.Today.Right now.”
“You’d do that?”
Banks stood between Harper’s legs, reaching out to clutch his soft, smooth face between his hands.“For you, Harper?I’d do anything.But actually?This one’s for me.”
Harper smiled, nodding gently in Banks’s tender embrace.“I can get behind that, Banks.”
“And later, after sack races and mocktails, when we’re both hot and sweaty from another day of Welcome Week, maybe you and I can finally do some butt stuff?”
Harper nodded, wriggling into his skivvies and checkered shorts as he stood to his full height.“Or maybe, Banks, we take our time.”
“Yeah?”Banks was almost relieved.
“I think so, yeah.”
“But your V-card?”
