Page 61 of Something Like Winter
“You name the hour, I’ll choose the place.”
“Okay.” Tim nudged him playfully. “Don’t stand me up!” “The pretty ones are always the most insecure,” Eric teased. They said goodbye, and despite how crappy the day had started, Tim
grinned most of the drive home.
* * * * *
Tim was dozing off when something thudded against the door to his
room. From the snort and the hissing laughter that followed, the smart
money was on Travis. His country boy crush had made himself scarce
the last couple of days. Tim hadn’t seen him at all Monday or Tuesday,
even though there were little signs in their room that Travis had come in
late and gotten up early, just to avoid him.
But now Travis had abandoned these tactics, stumbling into the
room, shutting the door behind him with a bang, and tromping over to
Tim’s bed. Keeping his back to the room, Tim was determined to ignore
the racket, but a heavy weight fell halfway on top of him.
“Are you sleeping?” Travis said, throwing an arm around him. His
breath smelled like rubbing alcohol.
“No.” Tim replied, straining to breathe. Travis was heavy! “I’m sorry.” Travis kissed his neck, his lips sloppy and wet. “I just
got a little scared. I want to be with you.”
The way he ground his crotch against Tim’s back left little question
as to what he wanted. They were entering familiar territory, but Tim
wasn’t eager to return there.
“Let me up. I have to take a piss.”
“And then you’re coming back?” Travis slurred.
“Yeah.” The weight rolled off him. Tim got out of bed, surprised by
how wasted Travis looked. His hair was a mess, mud smeared one cheek,
and a couple leaves were stuck to his shirt, like he had just crawled out of
the gutter. Tim started unbuttoning Travis’s shirt, the fabric damp in
places with something strong, like whisky.
“You get naked too,” Travis said.
Tim was wearing only a pair of flannel boxers, so he wouldn’t have
