Page 22 of Love is Strange
“Oh, shiiit, yo! I’ll let you crazy kids get back to it!” Van says as he laughs and walks over to the urinal.
I stand there, my head back against the door of the stall, begging for this to be the quickest piss of his life. My hands are working to bat Graham away from my dick for the time being. But he is relentless and ends up getting my cock back in his mouth. I try to keep my cool, allowing Graham’s mouth around my cock to help me to relax. He’s still jerking away at his own cock. I feel bad that he’s working to get both of us off at the same time, but he started this shit the second he began rubbing his leg up against mine.
Finally, I hear Van flush the urinal and walk over to the sink to wash his hands. The sink is on for quite a while before he’s done. I roll my eyes, Jesus Van, could you take any longer?
Before I know it, the sink goes off and the door opens and closes. That’s weird, I expected him to say something ridiculously ‘Van’ as he left. Oh well, at least he’s gone.
“Come on, we need to go,” I say to Graham.
“We’re not going anywhere until we’re finished here,” he takes my hands and places them on his head once again.
“Fuck it. You know you want to,” he orders.
His words spur me on and have me moving my dick faster, in and out of his talented mouth.
Within moments, we were both coming. Graham swallows everything that I give him and then licks my dick and balls clean. When he stands, he pushes me back up against the door and grabs both sides of my face. He pulls me in for a kiss and the taste of him mixing with my come is surprisingly welcome.
We stand there breathing heavy as if we’ve run a marathon. Damn, it feels like I have though.
“I’m going to go. I have another class in 20 minutes,” Graham says, grabbing a piece of gum from his pocket and popping it into his mouth. “I’ll see you at home.”
I hear him walk over to the sink and wash his hands. I stand in the stall for several more minutes wondering what the fuck just happened. Now that I’m down off of my high, I am questioning and regretting everything. A feeling just like buyer’s remorse creeping into my gut. I stop and really think about it. I remind myself how wonderful everything felt. Is it wrong when it feels so good? When it feels so damn right?
Once I gain better control of my breathing, I refasten my pants and grab my notebook off of the floor. I head over to the sink, wash my hands and splash water on my face. I take a deep breath and look at myself in the mirror. The face looking back at me is full of happiness. The face looking back at me is content. I smile slightly before grabbing a paper towel and drying my hands and face.
As I exit the bathroom and walk down the hall toward the doors leading to the quad, I look up and right into the face of my best friend, Van.
The face looking back at me is disgusted. The face looking back at me is full of regret.
Chapter Six
Graham
When I get backto the house, I grab a snack and head upstairs to our room. I have a lot of studying to get done and I need to start now, before the big mixer tonight.
I get to our room and open the door. Griffin is sitting on his bed, furiously biting his nails.
“Griff? What’s up?” I ask. Griffin stops the assault on his nails and looks at me.
“Oh, nothing much… just the fact that VAN SAW US in the bathroom!”
“Shhh… keep your fucking voice down. And, what? No he didn’t, he thought it was you and Gigi, remember?”
“No, Graham. He was waiting in the hallway when I left the bathroom. He came up to me and wanted to know where Gigi was. I told him that I didn’t know where she went when she left. Then, he asked me what the fuckyouwere doing in there with us. He said that he saw two pairs of feet under the stall through the mirror when he was at the sink washing his hands. Andneitherof them belonged to Gigi. When he left, he walked down the hall a little and waited to see who came out. Imagine his surprise when he saw you walk out and not Gigi.”
“Oh, shit,” I respond, before a quiet settles itself between us for a few moments.
“Well, let’s think,” I speak up. “There has to be something we can say to make him believe that we weren’t in there together.”
“Damn it, Graham! This is all your fucking fault!”
“Don’t you fucking dare act like this is all on me.Youwere the one who pulled me into that stall.”
“Yeah, butyouwere the one who followed me into the bathroom!”
“Stop! Fighting about this isn’t going to fix anything. We need to talk to Van and see if we can explain it all.”
“Fuck. This is so fucked up.We’reso fucked up,” Griffin mutters, shaking his head.
