Date: Mon, 30 May 2005 16:46:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Fup Duck Subject: Life Goes On - David and Chad #47 STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This is the continuation of David's story. One of two boys loving each other. So the same disclaimer applies. If you can't handle that, or it's illegal to read this in your area, or you're underage, then now is the time to leave. If you continue reading after that admonishment, Nifty and I aren't responsible. There could also be incidents of unprotected sex. As always, I don't condone this practice - especially in this day and age. Okay, okay, yes, I've been lax at posting. Been taking my own advice and living life as it goes on. :-) It is really time to wind this down. I find I'm not having the time to do the story justice with regular postings. I hate to do it, but honestly, I will probably end at Chapter 50 - which will be another vignette chapter. Take care, and be safe. Enjoy. Fup ****************************************************************************** FROM CHAPTER 46 "Hey man, I told you if you wanted some privacy, just ask." "You're an asshole," came the reply from above him. "Been called that, yeah." David settled back under the covers. "Have fun," he snickered, closing his eyes. LIFE GOES ON - DAVID AND CHAD #47 - Winds of Change David's concentration was disturbed by raucous yelling and laughing from outside in the quad. Another tag football game, he thought as he turned his attention back to his text book. The last few days had been somewhat tense between Greg and him. David basically ignored his roomie's attitude and concentrated on his Forestry test scheduled for the next Wednesday. The yelling and screaming intensified, now with wolf whistles and catcalls present as well. David shook his head and once again tried to concentrate. He was just getting back into it when he heard laughter from outside his door, then it opened to reveal a grinning Mark and Vic. "Hey, Dave, when you say you're gonna take care of something, you ain't lyin'," Mark chuckled. "What?" "Your roomie, man. Take a look outside." David looked at Mark and Vic in confusion, then got up and walked to the window. Pulling the curtains aside, he saw a group of ten or twelve students standing in a circle around one of the light poles in the quad. The yelling and screaming was coming from this group, but he couldn't see the subject of their hilarity. Mark and Vic had joined him at the window, Mark patting his back in congratulations. "You sure know how to do it, Dave," he chuckled and swung his hip into David's. "What the...," David started, then the crowd around the light pole started to go their own ways, revealing the subject of their laughter. David's eyebrows raised as he saw it was Greg. His roommate had been 'poled.' Poling consisted of stripping a guy to his underwear and tying him to a light pole in the middle of the quad with a bicycle chain through one leg of the underwear and locked around the pole. The victim's phone number or room number was prominently written on his chest in magic marker - normally of the permanent variety - and then he was abandoned by his tormentors. The victim had one of two choices. Stand there in his underwear in full view - two out of the four dorms around the quad were girls' dorms - or remove the underwear and run naked back to the dorm. The aftermath was usually a plethora of phone calls or visits by the 'fairer sex' for days afterwards. David had never been subjected to this humiliation since he normally kept to himself and didn't call attention to himself. Obviously, Greg wasn't as lucky. David could see the flush over Greg's face as girls from the neighboring dorms turned their attention on his half-naked form, shouting disparaging remarks, laughing and whistling. David felt a pang of pity for his roommate, but there was no way he was going to go help. The temperature made up Greg's mind as the three watched through the window. Lightning quick, Greg stripped out of his underwear and ran for the dorm, followed by louder catcalls and suggestive remarks from his audience. "You oughta lock the door, Dave," Mark snickered. "Let the boy suffer a little while longer." "Look guys, I really had nothing to do with this," David answered. "Suuuurrrrre," Mark and Vic chorused. Greg had reached the outside door, and they heard it open from their vantage point. All three turned around as a nude Greg rushed into the room, slamming the door behind him. "Well, well, if it isn't the streaker next door," Mark chortled. "Shut the fuck up," Greg growled, then rushed Mark, cocking his fist. David moved quickly between the two to diffuse the situation as Greg's fist shot out. His head snapped back as Greg's fist met his jaw, his teeth clacking together painfully. David saw stars, then nothing. "Shhh, he's coming out of it." David flinched as the bitter tang of the smelling salts was waved under his nose again. He jerked awake and sat up quickly, then groaned and collapsed onto his back as the pain from his jaw made itself known. He rubbed his jaw gingerly as he opened his eyes. His room was crowded with people, all with serious expressions on their faces. "You okay?" Greg's voice asked. "Let him have some air," he heard Vic order as some of the other people moved away. "Dave, you okay?" Greg's voice again. "I think so, shit," David answered, wincing at the taste of blood. He slid a finger between his lips and pulled it out to look at it. Yep, definitely blood. He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "What...," he started, then remembered, turning his eyes to Greg. "You bashed me, you asshole. What the fuck did I do to you?" Greg winced at David's tone. "I'm sorry, man." David could feel his swollen lips as he answered, "You fucking should be. What the hell?" "Ummm, we're gonna get out of here," Mark said then, motioning the others in the room to follow his lead. "If ya need anything, let us know, okay?" David nodded and closed his eye as the room emptied. The door closed gently, leaving him alone with his attacker. He looked at Greg intently, making his roommate turn his face away. His eyes wandered down to his shirt, which had drops of blood spattered on it. His eyes went back to Greg. "What the hell, Greg?" Greg slowly turned to face him again. Then he took a few steps and began to sit on the edge of David's bunk. Unconsciously, David flinched away from him. "I'm sorry, man, really," Greg offered softly. "What the hell did you have to hit me for?" "I was pissed, that's all. I was going for Mark and you put your face between us." "What the hell were you gonna hit Mark for?" "Well, that comment he made....," Greg started. "How many times have I told you that he doesn't mean anything? He's just teasing." "I know, I just wasn't in the mood for his shit." "Obviously," David stated. Greg put his hand on David's shoulder. "I'm sorry, really." David thought Greg sounded an awful lot like Chad when he fell at the falls. The thought made him smile - painfully. "What's so funny?" "Nothin' really. You just sound like a friend of mine, that's all." "Oh. So, ummm, are you pissed?" "Kinda, yeah, but guess it was my own fault for getting in the way." "No way, my fault completely," Greg answered. David took notice that his roommate was now clothed. "How long was I out?" "A couple minutes." "Damn, weird." "We were like kinda worried when you hit the floor," Greg said seriously. "Didn't feel a thing except your fist." "Got the smelling salts from the first aid kit," Greg continued to babble, his eyes locked on David's, hand still on his shoulder. "It took a couple times for you to come to. I'm sorry." David gingerly felt the back of his head. "Musta cracked it pretty good," he observed, gingerly prodding the goose egg he found there. Greg nodded. "Damn," David hissed as his prodding sent a jolt of pain through him. "Quit messing with it," Greg ordered. David slipped his fingers away from his head and lowered his hands to the hem of his t- shirt. "Gotta get this nasty thing off." He winced as he lifted the shirt over his head. Greg took hold of the shirt and finished removing it, tossing it onto the floor. David sighed and relaxed back into the pillow. "Ummm, I'll move if ya want me too," Greg offered. David waggled his hand. "Nah, it's okay. Just don't take advantage of me in my weakened condition," David attempted to be humorous. Greg looked at him funny, then smiled slightly. "No problem." His hand started gently squeezing David's shoulder. "You know we had nothing to do with that?" David asked. "Yeah, I know. It was some of those assholes from my chemistry class." He smiled wanly and lifted up his shirt, exposing his torso - and the magic markered room number on his chest. "I'll never get this off." Without thinking, it hurt too much, David drew his finger across his roommate's chest, Greg's hand tightening slightly on his shoulder as David's finger grazed across his left nipple. "I might have an idea that'll help," he suggested, dropping his hand back to the mattress. "Really?" "Yeah, no sense in walking around advertising," David smiled slightly. "Yeah, guess not," Greg answered in a quiet tone. This was getting a little uncomfortable, David thought. He'd seen the same look a couple times before, both from Greg, and, well, from Chad and Kel too. "Umm, I should really take a shower," David said, dramatically sniffing his armpit. "Yeah, you do stink. I didn't want to say anything in your weakened condition," Greg teased, his hand still rubbing David's shoulder. "Sure, pick on the invalid," David shot back. He drew in a breath as one of Greg's fingers slid briefly across his lips. "Your lips are swollen too," Greg observed. "Yeah. Well, I need to get a shower, then some sleep, I think," David said abruptly. He slid his legs off the side of the bunk and sat up slowly, Greg's hand moving from his shoulder to the middle of his back, pushing slightly. "Whew," David whistled, resting his head in his hands. A few minutes later, he rose unsteadily to his feet, using Greg's bunk to support himself until he gained his equilibrium. His head throbbed and he winced slightly. "Hey, you sure you just shouldn't stay here?" "I stink, man," David complained, smacking Greg lightly on the shoulder. "You said so yourself." David slowly walked to his closet and retrieved his gym shorts. As Greg watched closely, he grabbed a towel and walked toward the door. "Ummm, don't think it's weird or anything, but maybe I better come with you," Greg suggested. David shrugged, by this time he hurt too much to care. "Whatever." He slowly made his way down the hall, Greg following a few steps behind. Reaching the dressing area, he sat down and removed his shoes and socks, then stood, unfastening his jeans and let them drop to the floor. Naked, he walked into the showers and turned on the water, adjusting the controls until it was cool enough to stand. He eased himself into the hot spray, wincing again as the hot water hit the knot on the back of his head. "You okay?" Greg asked from the bench. "Fine, just dandy, feels like I've been run over by a truck." Greg chuckled as David began to wash himself. His hair would have to wait, David thought. It hurt too much to lather his head. He closed his eyes and steeped again under the spray, letting the hot water rinse the soap from his body. Damn, that felt good. "David, David," Greg's voice pierced the foggy room. "What now?" David answered sharply. Then he realized his was on his back, Greg kneeling over him. "Hey, you okay?" "What the hell?" Greg chuckled a little. "Umm, I think you kinda fell asleep." "Oh," David replied, now conscious of Greg's eyes on him. "Guess the water felt too good," he smiled slightly. "I guess," Greg answered. "But you picked a heckuva place to take a nap." Greg held out his hand, which David grasped, and helped pull him to his feet again. "I feel better. Kinda," David observed, reaching for the offered towel. Gingerly, he dried himself, Greg watching closely. "See something you want?" David joked. He was surprised at Greg's reaction. Greg's face turned beet red and he snapped his head away from David. "Hey, I was just teasin'," David said, putting his hand on Greg's shoulder. Greg jerked away and tossed David his shorts. David shrugged and pulled them on, draping the towel over his shoulders. He picked up his discarded jeans, shoes and socks, then followed a quiet Greg back to the room. He tossed his clothes into his closet, tossed down two aspirin and slipped into his bunk on top of the blankets. It was still light outside, but he was exhausted. Greg bustled around the room, making himself busy for a few minutes, then settled into his desk chair and opened a textbook. David's eyes slowly closed as he drifted off into sleep. The room was dark when he once again began to rise back to awareness. His head didn't hurt as badly as it did before his nap, but he kept his eyes closed, still relishing the disappearing feeling of sleep. He felt warmth next to him and slowly slid his arm to the side until it met warm skin. David also became aware of an arm draped across his stomach and slow breathing beside him. What the hell was going on? He shifted his head slightly, hearing the breathing beside him stop until he settled down again. He slowly cracked an eyelid open and was met with the blurry figure of Greg, shirtless and clad in his pyjama bottoms, lying next to him. What the hell was this? Still feigning sleep, David mumbled quietly and shifted to give the appearance he was waking up. He felt Greg's arm slide off his stomach, fingertips brushing briefly against his erection. Erection? What had Greg been doing? He mumbled a little louder and yawned, slightly opening his eyes. "What the heck are you doing here?" he asked his roommate. "Well, Mark said to keep an eye on you, make sure you didn't have a concussion or anything. I was just getting ready to wake you up." "Uh huh," David answered, too tired to argue. "I was," Greg answered seriously. "Okay, don't get all uptight. Was just wondering why the homo hater was in bed with his roommate, that's all." "What?" "You heard me. Askin' Mark and Vic all those questions about me." "Umm, well, I just wanted to know some stuff," Greg answered. David noticed that Greg didn't move from his side. "Ask me next time." "Okay, sorry, I will. Umm, why did you call me that?" "Because you are, aren't you?" "No." "Well, you sure coulda fooled me. I was startin' to worry," then David thought of something, "I mean my cousin's a homo, so I'm used to it." "Your cousin's one of them?" "Yeah, got a problem with that?" David challenged. "Ummm, no, I guess not." "Well, you should really change your attitude then," David replied. "After all, you're in bed with me." "I was just making sure you were okay," Greg answered a little lamely. "Well, that's fine, no big deal. After all, if anyone asks, YOU'RE the one who was in MY bed, and it was your decision." "As if I'd tell anyone." "Never know about you." "I wouldn't." "Whatever," David answered shortly, then closed his eyes again. "So did you and your cousin ever....." "Ever what?" "You know?" "Why would I tell you?" "Cos I asked. And you said to ask." Eyes still closed, David asked, "And if we did, what would you say?" "Umm, nothing. Cos, umm, well...." "Well, what?" "Ummm well, cos my cousin and I did one time." "Oh? Just one time?" "Ummm, well, a couple," Greg admitted. "So what about you and your cousin?" "Well, Greg, my answer is, no, we never messed around." Score one for me, David thought. "I mean I still like girls," Greg defended. "Greg, you don't have to justify anything to me. I really don't care what you and your cousin did or didn't do." "Oh." "Yeah, oh. So why make a big deal out of it?" "I just don't want anyone to think I'm a homo, that's all." "Are you?" David asked. "NO!" "Okay, you're not." Greg's demeanor changed again. "Ever think about it?" "What?" "Messing around with another guy." "Not really," David lied. Here they were, half-naked, side by side on David's bunk in a darkened room, talking about this stuff. How did he get out of this? "It's okay," Greg continued, almost to himself. "Not as good as messing around with a girl, but okay." David swallowed. "Ummm, you didn't, ummm, like while I was sleeping?" "NO!" "Okay, okay, just wondering, that's all." "David, really, I was just worried, that's all." "Okay, Greg, thanks for worrying, I guess. But this seems kinda weird." "Oh, I can move, if it's making you feel weird." David thought quickly. If he said yes, it would make him seem like HE was uncomfortable with someone being, well, that way. If he said no, then would it be an unspoken approval for Greg to 'make a move'? "That's okay," David answered, "just don't do anything." "Awww, don't you want to?" "Ummm, Greg, you're getting weird, man," David answered tightly, ready to bolt out of bed no matter how much it hurt. Then Greg started chuckling. "Relax, Dave, jeeez, I was just messing around with you." "Ummm, okay, sorry," David responded, feeling a little embarrassed at his own reaction. "S'okay," Greg chuckled, patting David's bare stomach, then putting his hand on David's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "You okay?" David turned his head to see the wide grin of his roommate. He answered with one of his own. "Had me worried there, roomie." "Pay backs." David grinned wider. "Oh? Now you're the master of pay back, huh?" "I figure if I can get YOU going, I must be pretty good." David sighed dramatically, the tense moment fading. "Just remember, pay backs for pay backs are even worse." "Promises, promises," Greg chuckled, using another line of David's. "You are so going to pay," David threatened. "Yeah right," Greg scoffed. "You're lucky I'm not up to par," David replied. Greg squeezed his shoulder again. "I'm so sure," he answered with a snort. Something had changed, David could feel it. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it was there just the same. He rolled onto his side, facing Greg, who reclined flat on his back and propped his head on one hand. "Believe it, roomie. When you least expect it, expect it." "Yeah, yeah," Greg answered, grinning widely. "You are so in trouble." "Uh huh." David became serious. "So we're okay? Nothin' weird goin' on?" Greg shook his head. "Nope, nothin' weird." "Okay then," David smiled. "Okay, then." At that moment, looking down into Greg's grinning face, David could have DEFINITELY started something with his roommate. And it probably would have been quite enjoyable for them both. However, he settled for gently poking, then rubbing Greg's stomach, making his roomie jerk slightly in surprise. "Just a sample of what's in store," David chuckled. "Whatever you say, Dave." "Yeah, that IS what I say." "Whatever." David grinned at Greg. "Just remember that." He squeezed Greg's shoulder slightly. "Friends?" "I guess," Greg sighed. "As if I have any choice." David chuckled quietly again. "You don't." "Then I guess that's okay." "Good," David smiled. "So how was it?" he teased. "What?" "You and your cousin?" "I told you, it was okay, but not like messin' around with a girl." "Musta been okay," David teased again, "if ya did it more than once." "Let's just drop it, okay?" "Okay, man, sorry." "S'okay, just don't wanna talk about it right now." "Afraid you'll pop a rod huh?" Greg laughed shortly. "Nah." "Yeah right," David scoffed. "Okay, Dave, drop it, okay?" "Okay, okay, jeeez, a guy can't have any fun. Anyway, with what I saw today, I'm not missing much." "It was cold," Greg laughed. "Poor baby," David teased again. "Did that ever happen to you?" "Nope, but in high school, Kel and I got our heads shoved down a toilet." "Ugh, gross." "Yeah, kinda, at least it hadn't been used." Greg shuddered visibly. "Well, that's good." "Yeah, but I never got poled. You win," David laughed. "That was so embarrassing." "Yeah, you were bare assed, that's for sure," David laughed, collapsing onto his back gently, so as not to bring his headache back. "That was bad," Greg complained, elbowing him in the side. "I know." "Well, as long as you do." They laid there quietly for a few minutes, then Greg rolled onto his side facing David. "So you think you can get this off?" he asked, gesturing to the writing on his chest. "Yeah, I think so. But I'm going to have to touch you," he replied, ominously. "That's okay, as long as it works." "I think it will, we'll have to go to the store in town though. I don't think they have what I want in the bookstore." "Okay, that's cool. Thanks." "No problem, man. Anything for a roomie." "Anything?" Greg teased lightly. "You might be surprised," David answered. Greg laughed. "Yeah, probably." "No doubt." Greg yawned. "I'm getting sleepy." David looked at the clock. "It's only nine-thirty." "Yeah, I know, still tired though. But I kinda like talking to you for once." "Oh thanks," David answered. "You know what I mean." "Yeah, I do. I mean we can keep talking if ya want. Then when you get too tired, you can go to sleep." "Here?" Greg laughed. "Will you respect me in the morning?" David joked back. "Sure, is ten bucks enough respect?" David laughed soon joined by Greg. "Twenty," he answered. "You're an expensive date." "Yeah, been told that," David grinned. "Actually, I'd better get to bed." "Okay, man. Listen, thanks for hitting me." "Shut up." "Seriously, though, thanks." Greg reached out and rubbed David's stomach briefly again. "No problem." Then he rolled out of David's bunk, and turned to climb into his own. David noticed Greg's erection tenting out his pyjama bottoms. "Get that thing out of my face," David laughingly complained. "You're no fun," Greg answered, and shook his hips slightly, then pulled himself into his bunk. "Night, Dave, thanks." "No sweat, night." David listened as Greg shifted above him until he found a comfortable position. After a few minutes, David heard the soft snores from his roommate. He smiled to himself and drifted back into dreamland. ****************************************************************************** Curiouser and curiouser, eh? All shall be revealed. Please feel free to contact me with any questions or feedback. Thanks! email: fupduckmd@yahoo.com Fup