His phone rang. Tommy peered at the screen and caught his breath. Mike.
“Well, answer it,” Ben said with a smirk.
Tommy glanced up at him. “Can… can I have some privacy, please?”
Ben’s eyes widened. “It’s him, isn’t it?” When Tommy nodded, Ben grinned. “I’ll be in my room. Come find me when you’re done. I wanna hear all about it.” And with that he hurriedly left the room, closing the door behind him.
Tommy clicked on Answer. “Hey.”
“I was beginning to think you didn’t want to talk to me.” Mike sounded amused.
“No, no, I was talkin’ to Ben,” Tommy explained rapidly. “How’re you?” He groaned inwardly at his attempts at conversation, but his nerves had got the better of him.
“I’m fine, thank you for asking.” Mike sounded pleased. “Okay, I’m sure you want to know what my decision is.”
Oh shit. “Okay,” he said slowly, drawing out the syllables.
“Saturday evening. My house. Dinner.”
There was a husky quality to Mike’s voice that went straight to Tommy’s dick.
“I’ll text you the address. Arrive six-ish. That sound good?”
“Yeah.” The word came out as a croak.
“Good. Then I’ll see you Saturday.” There was a pause. “Oh, and Tommy? Plan on staying the night.” Then the call disconnected.
Tommy’s room was suddenly very quiet.
He stared at the phone.Did he just say what Ithinkhe said? Okay, so Mike hadn’t come right out and said it, but Tommy’d have to be an idiot to not get the message.
Oh.My.Lord. Butterflies had invaded his stomach and were tramping all over it with little tiny boots. His heart was clearly trying to see just how hard it could pound before it burst inside his chest. His skin tingled everywhere, and as for his dick? No wonder he felt light-headed.
Tommy got up from his seat at the desk, exited his room, and went next door into Ben’s. His roommate was lying on his bed, eyes closed, earphones plugged into his iPhone. Judging from the way his hips were moving, the music had a good rhythm to it. Not that Tommy had expected to find Ben studying. He’d heard Ben’s daddy talking about Ben’s grades.
Tommy touched Ben lightly on the arm. Ben gave a start and opened his eyes. He pulled the earphones free and sat up in a hurry.
“Well?”
Tommy sat down on the bed next to him, hands clasped together between his knees, leaning forward. “I’m invited to dinner on Saturday. An’ he wants me to stay the night.”
Ben let out a loud whoop. “Hoo boy. Tommy’s gonna finally lose his cherry.” His face was contorted with glee.
Tommy whacked him on the arm. “Will you just hush?” There were two other bedrooms in their suite in the dorm, and he didn’t really want their occupants knowing his private business.
Ben calmed pretty quick. “Okay, we need to talk.” He pulled open a drawer beside his bed, rummaged around in it, and then threw something at Tommy, which landed at his feet with a thump.
Tommy glanced down, and immediately his face grew hot. “Just how many condoms do you think I’m gonna need?” Six or seven foil packets lay on the rug in front of him, along with a bottle of…. He picked it up and examined it, his ears hotter than ever.
“That hasn’t been opened,” Ben said. “And believe me, you’re gonna need it. My advice to anyone having sex for the first time is always, ‘Lube, lube, and more lube.’” He cackled. “A gay boy’s best friend. And as for how many condoms you’ll need, I’m just telling you to be prepared, is all.”
Tommy stuffed the condoms into his jeans pocket. The lube was another story.
“And there’s something else we need to talk about,” Ben added, his expression more serious. “You need to go to the drugstore and buy yourself an enema kit.”
“Say what?”
He became very still. Ben nodded, and Tommy swallowed.
