Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2019 02:43:33 -0600
From: Nicky Smith <thestoryguy9783@gmail.com>
Subject: The Chronicles of Trey II: Chapter 20

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Edited by: JD Kaster

CHAPTER TWENTY: DIVING IN


BEAR'S POV


"There you go Bear. All done," Kane said as he wrapped up my rubdown. He
was the team's sports doctor.

"Thanks, man, I needed that," I said as I sat up feeling my muscles feeling
a lot better.

"I can tell. You were all knotted up," he said as he arranged his supplies.

"Yeah, I probably have been pushing it too much lately," I said referring
to my workouts. That's really all I've had to do aside from my classes as
Trey was extra busy and Miriam was busy too. My football buddies spent
their free time with their girlfriends, except Hoyt who was probably
spending his time with one or more guys, or partying and I wasn't in the
mood for that without Trey.

"I have noticed that you've been pushing yourself extra hard. I don't see
the level of training you've been putting in from guys that don't intend on
playing the spring season. Don't you have anything else to do in your free
time?" He said and I kinda picked up what his question meant by the slight
smile he had.

"Not really," I said before I hopped down off the table.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said, and I was confused for a second what with his
tone but then I caught on and chuckled a bit.

"Naw man, I'm still very much attached. It's just that he's very busy with
school and all," I said but he didn't look convinced if the questioning
frown meant anything.

"I've been in school before and I wasn't too busy to make time for the one
I was seeing at the time. I don't know man," he said, and I started to get
angry but then I remembered that nobody involved with the team other than
Deacon knew about what Trey was doing so I cooled my anger.

"Naw man, he is busy. He's doing his undergraduate and graduate work at the
same time," I said, and his eyebrows shot up so high. I almost laughed at
him.

"That's something else," he said after letting out a whistle. "I heard
about that and that most people don't make it," he said, and I was indeed
worried about that very thing. I also knew though that Trey would make it
or die trying, which I was also worried about.

"I believe he can do it," I said with a smile. I hope it was convincing
enough for him.

"If you say so," he said before giving me a pat on the shoulder and heading
off somewhere.

"Hey Kane, can I ask you something?" I said before he got too far.

"Sure," he said as he stopped and leaned against the nearby wall.

"Can you teach me the massage stuff you were doing?" I asked and he looked
at me for a few moments before I saw a glint in his eyes.

"You know you can't massage yourself, right?" He asked with a slight smirk.

"Yeah, I do," I said, and he chuckled a bit.

"Well, are you looking for a straight massage or something more, intimate?"
He asked still with that glint in his eyes. I knew he was kind of teasing
and I didn't mind.

"Straight massage," I said, and he chucked again.

"I should have figured as such cause if you were just looking to do a kinky
massage then you don't need to do much but with a real massage, you need
teaching to do it right," he said, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I figured that. I wanna know how in case I need to use it," I said,
and he nodded.

"Sure thing, man. Hop back up here and I'll teach you a few things," he
said as he patted the table I had vacated. I hopped back up and he went
over a few things as he demonstrated how to do so on my body. When he was
done, I was moderately confident in my ability to replicate his moves to
help Trey relax. It was the least I could for him.

********

Once I was done at the gym, I got showered and changed because I had to
book it to make it to a new class I had signed up for. I arrived just in
time to be 10 minutes late as the class had started and the door was
closed. I looked at the plaque mounted outside the door that said,
Introduction to Black Studies.

I opened the door and went in to see the whole class turn around and look
at me. I'm not gonna lie and say I didn't feel awkward being stared at by a
room full of Black people that I didn't know looking at me like I was out
of place. Maybe I was but I was gonna charge on.

As I walked further in, I briefly wondered if Trey had ever felt like this
before. If he did then I definitely needed this class to arm me to change
things so that we, Blacks and Whites, didn't make each other feel this way.

"Your name, please," The Professor, a man named Dr. Lewis as I saw on my
registration, said before I could reach a seat.

"Uh, Bear Davidson sir," I said, and I heard a few snickers. I wondered if
I'd used my proper name on my registration as he went to his desk and
looked at his class list, I guess.

"Yeah, I see you here," he said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "Take a
seat," he said

"Yes, sir," I said and found the nearest one and sat down. I saw this girl
with long skinny braids and moon shaped earrings kind of glaring at me.

"Mr. Davidson, since this is your first time in here, I'll excuse it but
from now on, know that if that door is closed and it's more than 5 minutes
past class start time then don't come in. I give latecomers 5 minutes to
arrive then that's it. Do you understand?" He said and I just nodded. He
continued to stare, and I figured he wanted a spoken response.

"Yes, sir. I understand," I said, and I heard a few more snickers. I felt
like I was back in high school again. I looked and the glaring girl was now
smirking at me.

He went on with what he'd been saying, and I did my best to pay
attention. He was giving a lecture on the Selma marches and Bloody Sunday
in particular. I paid very close attention because I had only heard the
barest amount about this in high school.

As the class went on, I noticed that a lot of the students were sort of
watching me, likely wondering what I was doing in this class. I for one was
surprised that no other white students were in this class at a school as
big as ours. I guess that said something in itself about where we were as a
society.

When class was over, Dr. Lewis gave some research he wanted us to do and
he'd let us know what the next step was in the next class. I gathered my
stuff and was about to leave before I got a text. I saw that it was from
Trey that said, "my heart beats for you". It was followed by a gif of a
beating Valentine heart. I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my
face. I headed out of the room and ran right into the glaring girl from
class.

"Hello," I drew out as she was just standing there, blocking my path and
glaring at me.

"So, did you get what you wanted from slumming it with the Black folks?"
She asked kind of aggressively.

"Huh," I said because I had no idea what was behind all the aggression.

"Let me guess, you're trying to get with a Black girl and you think taking
this class will do the deed," she said, and I couldn't stop myself from
smirking.

"Nope," I said with my arms folded.

"Oh, you're already with the girl and she wants you to take this class,"
she said with a smirk of her own, probably from thinking she'd guessed
right.

"Nope," I said again, and she frowned.

"Then what?" She said and I smiled.

"I'm bisexual and with a guy, not a girl," I said, and she raised her
eyebrows for a second before I could see her next line of interrogation in
her eyes.

"So, since you look like a jock, I'll bet you two have some DL situation
going on," she said and again she was wrong which I think she guessed by my
smile that never faltered.

"Nope, we're in a committed relationship and both our friends and family
and my teammates know about it. Also, he doesn't know I'm taking this class
and me taking it wouldn't impress him. He's not the "easily impressed"
type," I said, and she frowned again. I'm slightly embarrassed to admit
that I liked annoying her.

"Well," she started before I held up my hand.

"Stop. You're not gonna fit me in a neat little box. I'm complicated," I
said, but she just rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. You're still white so there's that box," she said, then her eyes
lit up. "You're a white gay, that's another "box", she said with a smirk. I
just shook my head and smiled.

"Yes, I am. My name is Bear Davidson, by the way," I said as I extended my
hand to her. She just looked at it with a smirk that would put Drake to
shame.

"Such a cliché name. Did your football buddies give you that name?"
She asked, and again I was gonna disappoint her.

"No, my boyfriend gave it to me when we were 12," I said, and the memory
made me smile.

"Wait, you've been seeing this guy since you were 12?" She asked looking
genuinely interested.

"Nope. We've only been together for 3 years, but we've known each other for
18 years, since we were 2," I said, and it then occurred to me that perhaps
I was volunteering way too much personal information to this girl who I
didn't even know and hadn't even given me her name. With how antagonistic
she'd been to me she could have done a lot with what she knew about me
already.

"My name is Artemis Jones," she said out of the blue while extending her
hand. I shook it and she tried to hide how surprised she was with the way
my hand swallowed her much smaller hand.

"Nice to meet you," I said with an added smile. She just raised an eyebrow
as she retracted her hand.

"I doubt that," she said before she looked me over and turned to leave.

"So, since you now know everything about me, how about you tell me
something about you," I said after rushing to catch up with her and falling
in step beside her. She looked at me hard before kind of rolling her eyes.

"I did. I told you my name. Nobody told you to tell me your life story, if
you even did," she said, and I couldn't help but laugh. She reminded me of
Trey a bit with her biting wit.

"There's not much else to tell," I said, and she stopped and looked at me.

"You're rich, aren't you?" She asked out of the blue and I had no idea how
she could tell.

"Well, my parents have money," I said after I recovered from the sudden
question.

"Uh huh," she said before she resumed walking.

"Look, I know you want to brand me and all white people with the same brush
but it's not gonna work," I said, and that stopped her again.

"Because you're not racist," she said as she stopped and glared at me.

"No, I'm not," I said, finally starting to show my annoyance with her.

"Because you have a Black boyfriend, right," she said which made me
angrier. I knew that I wasn't racist because I'd seen it before, in places
that I didn't expect.

"Not only for that, but yeah," I said, and she rolled her eyes.

"That's the problem with people like you. You go get a Black friend or date
a Black woman, or in your case a Black man, and you think that's your
shining badge that means you're not racist," she said, and I started to
regret following her.

"That's not how I feel at all," I said, and she pegged me with another one
of her smirks like she was about to try and prove me wrong again.

"So, you think you've never been racist?" She asked and I wanted to say
"Hell Yes!", but I just couldn't be sure though.

"I-I'm sure," I said in my least confident tone.

"Okay, so tell me, have you ever thought of your boyfriend and the words
milk chocolate or dark chocolate come to mind or maybe you've even said
them to him? Have you ever thought of or uttered the words Big Black Cock
in relation to him?" She said and I started to say no but then I remembered
that I had done that. I know I'd thought the words "Big Black Cock"
although I couldn't be sure if I'd ever said it to Trey.

"I-," I tried to get something to come out, but I couldn't

"You see, being racist isn't just not letting someone like us in your
country club or not hiring people like us, or even saying the word nigger
at any time. There's such thing as passive racism like the examples I just
gave you," she said, and I was at a loss for words. For a long while after
that incident with my grandmother, I was worried if I'd ever done or said
anything to Trey that could be viewed as racist. Turns out I had.

"I don't know what to say," I said after what seemed like forever.

"There's nothing to say. But it seems like you want to learn so I guess I
should give you the benefit of the doubt," she said, and finally gave me a
small smile which I returned.

"I wanna learn. I wanna make sure I never make Trey feel like he's less
than me or anybody else because of his skin color," I said, and she rolled
her eyes. She was smiling though so I didn't think there was any malice
behind the move.

"Okay, in the spirit of this new, acquaintanceship, let me tell you that
you need to shut up. You really have told me probably everything about you
now," she said, but I just laughed cause I didn't really care about her
knowing about Trey anymore. For some reason, I trusted that she'd at least
keep stuff she'd learned about Trey to herself.

She pulled out a notecard from her bag and wrote something on it before
handing it to me. She then aimed a mischievous smirk at me before turning
and walking away. I looked at the card and it said "Something About Me" at
the top with was what I guessed was her cell number and a large letter "L"
under it. I didn't know what it could be since there wasn't a "L" anywhere
in the name she'd given me. Then I thought of what the L could mean and I
quickly put her number into my phone and sent her a message asking if that
was what I thought. She texted back yes. So, Artemis was a Lesbian. I
wondered what would happen if she met Veronica.

********


"Hey man, hurry up. I need to use the bathroom," Deacon said for like the
fifth time.

"Alright man," I said as I dried off from my shower. Once I had my
underwear on, I went to unlock the door and jumped back just in time for
Deacon to come rushing into the bathroom. He didn't waste any time whipping
out his dick and letting loose a stream of piss into the toilet. I just
shook my head.

"What?" He asked while still emptying the tank. He must have drunk a gallon
of water, or something.

"You couldn't wait until I left first," I said while I finished drying my
hair.

"What for? It's not the first time I've pissed in front of a dude," he said
before finally finishing up and putting everything away again.

"You don't say," I said in a teasing tone.

"Don't you wish," he said before turning on the sink to wash his hands.

"Nah, too small for me," I joked. He looked genuinely hurt, for about a
second before a grin broke out on his face.

"Screw you," he said before leaving the bathroom.

"Naw, my ass belongs to Trey," I said, and he laughed. I headed for my room
to get dressed before I had to be in my first class of the day.

"Hey, what's that?" Deacon asked. I looked and he was leaning on the
doorjamb leading into my room.

"What's what?" I asked as I slipped on my jeans.

"On your chest," he said, referring to my surprise for Trey.

"Oh, it's something for Trey," I said, not able to hide the smile that
formed on my face.

"You've got it bad man," he said with a smile before shaking his head and
walking away.

I got a text on my phone and expected it to be Trey. I looked though and
saw that it was a pic from my mother. I opened it and saw that it was a pic
of her and Alicia's baby, my baby. I dropped down on my bed and looked at
the pic. Seeing them together I could see the resemblance between my mother
and... my baby. I could see the eyes that were mine, the smile so pure, it
wrenched at my heart.

I quickly closed the message and turned off my phone. I got up off my bed
and put distance between myself and my phone so that I could turn off the
feelings that I was feeling. I had to hand it to my mother with her
passive-aggressive way of telling me what she wanted me to do. I picked up
my phone and went back to the message. I saved the pic to my phone before
deleting the message so I wouldn't have to look at it every time I texted
my mother.

I just wasn't ready to deal with this whole fatherhood thing yet. I knew
that my relationship with Trey wasn't ready for me to deal with it yet,
especially the "Father of Alicia Lake's baby" part. I wasn't willing to
risk my relationship with Trey yet with this until I knew we'd be okay. I
shook everything off before continuing to get dressed.

Once I was done, I grabbed my backpack and my keys and wallet before
picking up my phone again. As I headed out of the door, I sent my mother a
text that said "Thanks" followed by the "expressionless face" emoji. She
sent back a row of frowning face emojis. I just rolled my eyes as I walked
out the door.

********

TREY'S POV


"Dude hurry up. I gotta get in there," Drake shouted as he pounded on the
door.

"Okay, just a sec," I said as I splashed more water on my face to wake
up. Even the shower hadn't done the job.

"That's it, I'm coming in," he said, and I just rolled my eyes before the
knob turned and he came barging into the bathroom. I thought for sure I had
locked that door. Thank goodness I was already dressed. He rushed past me
and just whipped it out before a stream on pee emptied into the toilet.

"Are you crazy!" I said as I turned my back to him.

"What? I had to pee, and I couldn't wait anymore," he said sounding
slightly annoyed.

"Yeah, but I'm in here," I said incredulously.

"So," he said as he finished up.

"You're not scared to be in the bathroom with big gay Trey with your dick
hanging out in full view?" I asked as I turned around and smirked at
him. He had thankfully got everything put back up.

"Not really," he said with a slight scowl. "Besides, you didn't even look,"
he said before he started washing his hands.

"Are you disappointed that I didn't look?" I asked as I leaned against the
wall. He looked at me and rolled his eyes before finishing with washing his
hands.

"Yeah, right," he mumbled before drying his hands on one of the hand towels
and walking out of the bathroom.

"Come on Drake, if that's what you want just whip it out right here and
I'll be happy to look at it," I said as I followed him out of the bathroom.

"As much as I'd love to have you gawking at my dick, I've gotta take a
shower," he said as he grabbed his underwear, a t-shirt, and his bathroom
kit.

"Aw darn, I'm so disappointed," I said as I dropped down on my bed and
looked sad to sell the bit.

"Well if it disappoints you that bad then I'll leave the bathroom door
unlocked. Just duck your head in anytime," he said before he walked back
into the bathroom and closed the door. I was stunned as I didn't expect him
to keep the joke going that far. This new Drake was continuing to be
jarring for me. He did serve to wake me up a bit more though, and just in
time for a call from my mother as I heard my cell ring with her ringtone.

"Hey Mama," I said as I answered my cell.

"You sound tired," she said because of course she'd notice.

"No "Hi sweetie", just gonna jump right in huh," I said, and I heard a sigh
over the phone.

"Hi sweetie," she said with very little enthusiasm.

"Not even gonna try huh," I said, and I knew I was annoying her. I had to
do something to stall her though.

"Boy, I don't have time for this," she said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Why did you call then?" I asked, and while I was likely shoring up bad son
points, I couldn't stop.

"I called to check on you," she said sounding so motherly that I felt
slightly bad for messing with her.

"Then you do have time," I said, and I guess I didn't feel bad enough to
stop.

"Trey, I-," she started, but I interrupted her because she sounded like she
was at the end of her patience.

"Mama, I'm fine," I said before I barely managed to stifle the yawn that
seemed determined to tell her that I was tired.

"Are you sure?" She asked, and I had to appreciate her worrying about me,
so I decided to stop messing with her.

"I'm sure," I said before stifling another traitorous yawn.

"Okay," she said but I could tell she wanted to push the issue more. I had
to get her mind off it and me.

"So, how are the kids?" I asked in as comical tone as I could muster.

"Don't get me started," she said before she did indeed start as she went on
to tell all the details of the happenings of my siblings. Cara had gotten
in trouble at school for fighting a boy. Carly had won a junior scientist
award. Calvin had gone to a party a few days ago and hadn't come home until
after 4 am for which he was now grounded. Zane and Nicole had found a
wedding venue and she and Dad had finally met Nicole's parents. I got the
feeling that it may not have been a completely nice meeting.

"So, everything is otherwise going good?" I asked as even though it had
barely been a month since I was back at school, I still missed them, and I
wanted to be in the know just much as I was when I was at home.

"We're good," she said, and I smiled.

"Tell Carly I'm proud of her," I said. I was happy that Carly was shaping
up to be a fine scientist. I tried not to remember the nerve gas incident
to prevent my enthusiasm for her from waning.

"Tell her yourself. She has a cell phone now," she said which I had
forgotten about. They'd gotten the twins their own cell phones for
Christmas.

"Oh yeah. I might call her to get her help with some of my work," I said
mostly joking, although I wouldn't put it past her to know at least
something about my school work. I didn't wanna find out though lest it made
me feel inferior to my 12-year-old sister.

"Trey, there's something else I wanna talk to you about, but I'm not sure
how to start," she said, and I don't know why, but I immediately started
thinking that she and Dad were getting divorced. There was no reason to
even suspect it, but you just never know.

"Okay," I dragged out while trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. If
divorce or anything like it was what she was about to say, then I didn't
know how I'd be able to handle it.

"Trey, how long are you gonna continue this?" She asked and I was confused.

"Me? I thought this was gonna be about you and Dad," I said, and... what
was she on about?

"What about your dad and I?" She asked with a bit of an edge.

"I thought you were about to tell me you were getting divorced or
something," I said, and I breathed a sigh of relief that I seemed to be
wrong.

"Boy please. Your father is my world and I'm his," she said, and I couldn't
help but bust out laughing at the aggressive way she'd declared their
continuing love for each other.

"Well, I'm glad you feel so aggressively about it," I said as I finished my
laughing fit.

"Are you done?" She asked sounding annoyed, but I could hear the amusement
in her voice that she was trying to hide.

"Yeah I am. Now, what am I supposed to be continuing?" I asked as I
returned to my confused state.

"Keeping Bear away from his daughter," she said in such a blunt manner that
it actually hurt to hear this shit from her.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked very loudly as I stood up. Then I
realized who I'd said this to and said a quick silent prayer of thanks that
I was many miles away. Although, I still didn't feel safe.

"Child, I know you did not just talk to me like that. You better be glad
you are where you are now," she said, and I didn't miss the very real
threat.

"Mama, I'm sorry, but you didn't have to say what you said to me either," I
said like further digging my own grave.

"Maybe I was too blunt, but you'd better watch the way you speak to me in
the future. I already have two grounded children and I have no problem
making it three," she said sounding more cordial, but I still heard that
mother's threat in her voice.

"Mama, you can't ground me. I don't really live there anymore," I said as
mostly a joke trying to diffuse the tense situation.

"Trey," she said with a deep sigh.

"I'm not gonna do it," I finally said as I was done with beating around the
bush.

"Do what?" She asked sounding confused.

"I'm not gonna give him to Alicia like you all want me to," I said suddenly
feeling tired again. I looked up to see Drake looking at me with a
concerned look on his face. I was unsure if I liked it or not.

"Sweetie, I'm not trying to tell you to give Bear to Alicia," Mama said,
but I wasn't listening to this anymore. First it was Miriam and now my
mother. I tried to think about things from Miriam's side, but I kept coming
back to Bear and the way he was, how big his heart was.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I don't know Bear?" I asked, and she
let out a deep sigh.

"Trey," she said, trying to explain but I wasn't hearing it.

"I know him, Mama. I know he's gonna see that little girl and he's gonna
fall in love with her. She's his and that's gonna matter to him. That's
what Alicia wants so she can get her clutches into him. She wants him to
love their child because that'll open the door to loving her. I'm not
risking my relationship over this," I said, and I was aware of how
desperate I sounded and the fact that Drake was hearing it too, but I
didn't care.

"Trey, if you have so little faith in the bond you and Bear have, in the
love you have for each other and the devotion he has for you then you don't
have a relationship, not a real one anyway," She said and I struggled to
not get any more emotional, especially in front of Drake.

She was wrong. I had faith in Bear's love for me. I had no doubt that he
loved me immensely. It's just that sometimes, love wasn't enough, and I
wasn't willing to risk that being the case with us, not yet. I knew that
Bear loved me. I also knew though that he'd love his child. After all, it
was a part of him, his family, and Bear loved his family. He even still
loved Brian despite all Brian had done to kill that love. Bear loved his
family and that kid made Alicia his family.

"Trey, you don't trust Bear anymore, do you?" She asked and it was like
another gut punch.

"Yes, I do," I argued even though a little nugget of mistrust still
lingered in the back of my mind.

"No, you don't. Not if you feel the way you do. I think you were so
desperate to be back with Bear again that you jumped back into a
relationship with him without examining how what he did affected the trust
you have in him," she said making sense which I didn't like.

"Mama, I told you-," I started but she interrupted me.

"I know that you said that you forgave him. That doesn't mean that you
fully trust him now like you did before," she said and an ugly voice in the
back of my mind roared to life and said, "Did you ever really trust him?
Did you ever really believe that he'd stay faithful to you?" I silenced
that voice because that's the last thing I needed to be thinking.

"I love him, Mama," was all I was about to get out without losing control
of my emotions.

"I know sweetie, but sometimes love isn't enough," she said and there it
was, coming from her.

"I gotta go Mama," I said because I needed this conversation to end.

"Trey, I love you," she said, and I could hear the regret in her voice. She
regretted starting this conversation and I hated that she did it too, but
you can't unring the bell.

"Me too," I said before I ended the call. I looked up and Drake was getting
his things together and trying to pretend like he hadn't heard anything.

"Well, I'm headed out," he said, but he seemed to be lingering, for what I
didn't know.

"Okay," I said before I dropped back onto my bed and put my arm over my
eyes as the light was suddenly starting to hurt my head. I heard him let
out a sigh before I heard the door open and close. I looked up to see him
gone. I let out a deep sigh of my own before I got up and finished getting
dressed myself to start my day.

********

I threw myself into my work and by the end of the day I was dog tired. The
day's work had managed to chase away thoughts of the conversation I'd had
with my mother, for which I was glad. I finally dragged myself in to my
room at almost 12 am to find Drake asleep bundled in covers. It suddenly
dawned on me that I was cold. I chuckled to myself that I was so tired that
I needed to see Drake bundled in covers to realize that it was cold.

I checked the thermostat as each room had one and I saw a note from Drake
that said that the heat was out. Just great. I threw on my biggest coat and
sat down on my bed. I was hungry but I had no food in the fridge, and I was
too tired to go get some. I was about to check and see if there was a pizza
place still open that delivered when I noticed another note on my desk. I
looked and it was from Drake too. It said that he'd left some Chinese food
in my fridge for me if I wanted it.

I looked over at the bed opposite me and studied the sleeping body of the
guy lying in it. I wondered what the deal was with him recently. He'd been
being nice to me for quite a while now. It was strange to reconcile this
Drake with the one that I'd known for 5 years before we graduated high
school. Serena couldn't have been the only thing that had cause this huge
change in him, a change that left me unsure how to react to it. If
anything, with them broken up I had expected him to go back to being the
same douchebag he'd been before. He hadn't though. In fact the only change
in his new attitude since he and Serena had broken up was his new obsession
with black clothes.

I shook off these thoughts and looked in the fridge to see 2 cartons from a
local Chinese restaurant. I checked and saw that both boxes were full, so
he hadn't so much left some leftovers in my fridge, but he'd actually
ordered me some food of my own. I looked over at him again before I left
the room to go to the small Kitchenette at the end of the hall. It was just
a sink, 2 large garbage bins, a couple of cabinets for whatever use the RA
of that floor wanted it to be, and 2 microwaves.

I nuked the containers of shrimp fried rice and sweet and sour chicken and
pigged out while trying to stay awake at the same time. I finished the
chicken but left some of the fried rice. I dumped the chicken container in
the trash and headed back to my room with the rice container.

When I got back to my room, I stored the leftover rice in the fridge and
dropped down on my bed. I was too tired to pull off my clothes, but I knew
I needed to, so I mustered up the strength to at least pull off my shoes
and get under the covers. The last thing I remember as I drifted off to
sleep was Bear's smiling face and I hoped that our love was enough.

********

"Trey, wake up!" Someone was shouting at me.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled as I pushed the annoying ass arm away.

"Trey, your phone," the person who was unfortunately Drake shouted in my
ear.

"Stop hollering in my fucking ear," I snapped.

"Gee, someone doesn't have a good morning attitude," he said smartly which
made me want to throat punch him. I realized then that maybe he was right.

"What?" I asked trying to sound more cordial.

"Bear's on the phone. Dude is pissed that I answered your phone," he said,
and I looked at him to see him actually smirking at that fact.

"Give me that," I said as I snatched the phone from him.

"I'll be waiting for you in the shower sweetie," Drake said loudly before
retreating to the bathroom while laughing. I heard Bear explode over the
phone before I'd even gotten it to my ear.

"- cut his fucking dick off and shove it up his ass," I heard clearly as I
put the phone to my ear.

"Hello to you too sunshine," I said not able to hide the amusement at him
threatening Drake.

"Trey I swear, if I find out he touched you I'm gonna burn this whole
school down. I'll find a way to travel back in time so I can kick his
granddaddy in the balls so hard he'll cough them fuckers up," Bear said and
all I could do was stare wide-eyed at the violent declaration.

"Bear, don't you think that was a little too graphic for this early in the
morning," I said even though I found it slightly humorous.

"I don't care baby. If he touches you, he got to die. It's as simple as
that," he said, and I struggled to not laugh at him. At least he'd
succeeded in waking me up.

"Bear please, you know I'd rather sell my left nut than have Drake touch me
in that way," I said which was true. No matter how much our "relationship"
had changed, I still could never see Drake in any kind of sexual way.

"In any way," Bear called himself correcting for me.

"Well, If I was choking to death and he could save me then I'd rather have
him touch me and I live than not and I die," I said, and Bear let go with a
hmpf.

"I guess," he said after a minute.

"Well gee, I'm glad you're so concerned with my wellbeing," I said, and he
sighed.

"Let's start over again," he said, and I was all for that. "Good morning my
love," he said in a sexy tone that wasn't fair so early in the morning.

"That's not fair. I'm not even completely awake yet and you already got me
horny," I said, and he busted out laughing.

"Glad I still got the skills," he said, and I couldn't help but smile.

"I wanna see you so bad," I said because I needed to see him. Pesky
thoughts had still left their mark and I needed to see him to put them back
where they belonged, the thought graveyard.

"I'm free for a couple hours this afternoon if you can get free," he said,
and I made up my mind that I was gonna be free if I could help it.

"I'll see you then big guy," I said in my own husky voice to give him
something to look forward to.

"I'm gonna devour you when I see you," he said with a slight growl in his
voice.

"Can't wait stud," I said, and we ended the call after saying I love you to
each other. I finally looked up and saw Drake watching me from the door of
the bathroom. He didn't say anything though. He just went to get some
clothes, all black as usual.

I ran to the bathroom to take care of business before I hopped in the
shower to finish waking up. After the shower I was happy to see I was wide
awake. I brushed my teeth before leaving the bathroom. Drake was on his way
out, so I thanked him for the food last night before he left. He brushed it
off like it was nothing, so I let it go.

I got busy with my first two classes of the day before I got cracking on
the three papers that I had due in a week. Thankfully I'd done all the
needed research. I'd managed to get halfway done with my first paper when I
received a text from Bear telling me he was free and ready whenever I was
free as well. I looked and saw that it was almost 2:30 in the afternoon so
it was a good time to break. Thankfully I had a light day with only those
two morning classes and one later in the evening.

I packed up my work and made quick work of rushing back to my room to drop
off my bag before heading to Bear's dorm. When I arrived, I was walking so
fast that I wasn't watching where I was going and walked right into
Hoyt. He grabbed me to keep me from falling backwards for which I was
thankful. I didn't wanna be any more embarrassed than I already was.

He smiled and asked where the fire was. He didn't give me a chance to
respond though before his smile transformed into a knowing smirk. He let me
go after laughing and pointing me in the direction on the elevators. I said
a silent "thank you" that that's all he did and headed on up to Bear's
room.

When I arrived at his floor, I don't know why but my anticipation to see
him ratcheted up to 11. It was like I hadn't seen him in months. I made it
to his door and took a deep calming breath before knocking on the door. The
door opened and the smile on my face faltered when I saw that it was Deacon
at the door.

"Well, hello Trey. What brings you by to see little old me?" He asked with
a cheeky grin.

"Uh," was all I was able to say.

"Beat it, Miller," I heard Bear said from somewhere in their place.

"Alright, alright. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Deacon said before he
stepped around me and headed down the hall.

"Don't worry, we will," Bear said to Deacon who'd already left as I came
into the room. I finally saw him and while it had only been a few days
since I'd last seen him, it felt like it'd been a month.

"Hey big guy," I said, and the smile that came to his face was dazzling.

"Hey yourself sexy," he said in that deep baritone that went straight to my
dick.

"I missed you," I said, and I saw his eyes light up at hearing that.

"I missed you too," he said, and hearing that was like a healing balm for
the exhaustion I felt and the conversation with my mother that still
lingered in the back of my mind. "I have a surprise for you," he said as he
looked at me with that sexy grin of his.

"What is it?" I must admit that I needed a break from everything and if
Bear's surprise was sex-related, I was all for it.

He beckoned for me with a finger and I obliged. Once I stood in front of
him next to his couch, he gently pushed me to sit down. Then he unbuckled
his belt before pulling it off and tossing it aside. Then, with agonizingly
slow speed, he unbuttoned his jeans and stepped out of them.

He then started slowly pulling his shirt over his head. Watching his
muscles stretch as he did this was making my mouth water. He finally got
the shirt off and tossed it to the side which left him in only his sexy
boxer briefs and a pair of black socks.

I wasn't focused on that though. I was instead focused on his shaved chest
and on his delectably muscled right pec was a tattoo. I stood and looked at
the new tattoo. I ran my fingers over the intricately designed infinity
symbol that had his name and my name on the opposite loops that connected
to a heart at the center of the infinity symbol.

"When did you do this?" I asked as I continued to trace the symbol with our
names on it.

"About a week or so ago. I wanted to give it time to set up and heal before
I showed it to you." I was mesmerized by it. I admit that I had never
really found tattoos attractive on a guy, but this tattoo, like the first
one we'd gotten together, only accentuated the fiery hot sexiness that was
Bear Davidson.

"I love it," I said in a whisper as I placed my hand flat on his pec.

"Are you sure?" He asked sounding a bit self-conscious.

I didn't respond with words. I instead removed my hand and kissed the spot
where the tattoo was. It wasn't lost on me that not only had he gotten such
a personal tattoo but that he had gotten it on his chest. That meant anyone
who saw him without a shirt on would know where his heart lay.

Normally, that would only be me, but Bear was a football player which meant
he would be half naked and naked around a bunch of jocks a lot and they
would see the tattoo and know that he'd claimed another guy as his
forever. It worried me and made my heart swell both at the same time. I
mean, sure his college team already knew about us but one day he'd be
playing pro and that tattoo would be hard to explain away.

"I don't care what anyone else has to say about it. I love it and I love
you. This is a symbol of my devotion to you. To do everything in my power
to be everything you need me to be," he said, and I was unable to stop the
tear that leaked from my eye.

"I needed to hear that," I said before I buried my face in his chest. He
hugged me tight and feeling his arms around me soothed me further.

As Bear held me and I felt that force that he always seemed to be able to
impart to me, like he was a generator and I was a battery that needed
juice, the conversation with my mother started to fade. I started to feel
in my head and my heart that Bear was my forever. I started to feel
something that I'd felt before Alicia and her baby, only stronger. I
realized that I started to trust him, like I hadn't before. I still wasn't
ready to send him off to Alicia and her child, but I had faith that I was
getting there.

"Come on, let me take care of you," he said, and the smile that formed on
my face stretched as far as I've ever felt before.

He took me to his room and did things to me that made my toes curl. The man
was a sex genius and I think he knew it based on the grin on his face when
he did something to make me shout. It was a good thing that his teammates
already knew about us because they would have most definitely have figured
it out from my moaning and shouting Bear's name.

Once we'd finished, we went to take a long steamy shower, in more ways than
one. We then returned to Bear's room where I helped him change his bed as
we'd made a mess of the sheets. We then crashed on the bed and I cuddled up
to Bear. He held me tight and I was lulled to sleep by the sound of his
beating heart.

********

"Wake up sleepyhead," I heard along with someone gently shaking me.

"Huh," I said as I jolted awake. That was something that I'd gotten used to
since returning to school.

"The alarm on your phone was going off," he said as he handed my phone to
me. I looked and saw that it was the warning that my class was in an hour.

"I slept all afternoon," I said mostly to myself.

"You needed it, so I let you sleep," he said as he looked at me. He was
trying to hide worry, but he wasn't succeeding all that well.

"Thanks," I said before I leaned over and gave him a brief kiss.

"Lay down on your stomach," he said, and I smiled.

"What for?" I asked with a teasing smirk.

"Not that, dirty mind," he corrected, but he was smiling.

"Okay." I said before I laid down on my stomach with my head at the foot of
his bed. I heard the cap of a bottle pop and I thought that he was a liar
as I smiled. We had enough time for a little fun and for me to take a quick
shower before my class.

I was surprised though when I heard his hands rubbing together then he
placed his strong hands firmly on my shoulders. When he started to knead
the muscles there it hurt at first then it felt good. Then it felt amazing
as he continued the treatment.

His hands moved over my back applying gentle, then hard pressure as he
rubbed and kneaded my muscles. It was amazing and I can't believe that it
never occurred to me to give him a massage. I'm sure he needed one more
than me, but I was still thankful. Anyway, I had plenty of time to
reciprocate.

"So, I met someone," he said, and I know he felt when I tensed up because
he stopped.

"Oh," I said trying to keep my cool until he finished which I could tell he
hadn't. It took enormous willpower to resist throwing him off me and doing
unspeakably horrible things to his nuts.

"Her name is Artemis, and I met her in my Intro to Black Studies class," he
said, and of course it was a she. While I knew Bear was bisexual, I knew
that if someone ended up turning his head, I should expect it to be a
woman. Then something else he'd said jumped out at me.

"Black Studies?" I said and he chuckled as he resumed the massage.

"Yeah, I figured that would jump out at you," he said as he chuckled some
more.

"This whole elaborate thing was to tell me about this class, wasn't it?
I'll bet you didn't even really meet this "Artemis" girl," I said, and he
continued to chuckle.

"Yes and no. I did meet her, and before you start thinking things, she's
part of the family," he said with emphasis on the word family. I was
confused for a second before I looked back at him and he raised his
eyebrows and looked pointedly at me telling me what I needed to know.

"Oh," I said before I laid back down. She's part of "The Family". "L or B?"
I asked as Bear continued my massage.

"L," he said as he moved down to my legs. He was very serious about this
massage. It wasn't a play massage as I felt my muscles loosening up and the
tension fading from them as he went on.

"Why Black Studies? That can't be on the regular curriculum that was laid
out for your major," I said, and he chuckled a bit.

"No, it's not. I had to take it extra. As for why I'm taking it, well, my
boyfriend happens to be Black, so I think I need to know more than the
cursory amount of information and history of Black people," he said, and I
was a bit impressed with his response.

"So, what, are you gonna become an activist now or something?" I asked even
though that wasn't such a bad idea.

"Maybe," he said simply as he moved down to my feet. "Even though I can't
ever really know of the Black experience, of the struggles of Black people
in this country, I feel like I should at least know about it. That way it
can better inform my interactions with you, your family, and my Black
friends. Really just any Black people I interact with from now on," he
said, and I was highly impressed with his response. I had to raise up and
kiss him. When we separated, he told me to lay back down so he could
finish.

"Bear, I didn't really know how much I needed to hear that from you. I see
so much in the news now and... I just needed to hear that," I said, and he
hummed before I felt him lean down and he placed a lingering kiss on the
spot right behind my ear. He told me to flip over and I did. He let loose a
deep chuckle when he saw my dick was standing at attention.

"As much as I want to take care of that, I think the rest of your body
needs me first," he said with a teasing smile.

"Well, something is gonna have to be done about it, especially if your
gonna keep rubbing those wonderful hands of yours on me," I said, and he
chuckled again before flashing me a toothy grin.

"Later," he said with a teasing smile before he started working on my
pecs. While I did want some attention on my friend still standing at
attention, the massage was so good that I could forgive him ignoring my
dick.

"Fine," I pouted, mostly for show. "So, tell me about Artemis. Is she
pretty?" I said, even though I couldn't care less. I just needed the
distraction.

"Very. She's a few inches shorter than you and she has long skinny braids
down her back. Her complexion is close to Liberty's and she doesn't look
like she's ever had a pimple or zit in her life. She wears glasses, and I
can already tell that she's gonna be busting my balls a lot," he said as he
moved from my chest to my arms. Hearing him describe her, and how he
sounded when he did so was very effective in killing my erection.

"Sounds great," I said with a fake smile.

"You're jealous," he said while frowning at me.

"No, I'm not," I lied, and turned my head away from him. He reached over
and grasped my chin to get me to look back at him. He looked into my eyes
and I looked into his eyes as well. I thought about what he was doing, what
he had been doing since I arrived at his place. I found that feeling I'd
felt earlier, and he seemed to see it in my eyes because he smiled and
leaned down to kiss me.

"Thank you, Trey. I know it's not easy, and it'll probably take some more
time for you to trust me again. I promise I'll do everything I can to earn
your trust again and I'll promise to try and understand when you're
jealous. I can't promise to never do anything to make you jealous but know
that I'll never do anything to purposely do so," he said, and damn if he
didn't know how to touch my heart.

"I'll promise to try and rid myself of this pesky jealousy. For both our
sakes," I said. I didn't elaborate further as while I was working up the
courage to talk to him about his daughter, I wasn't there yet. We shared
another long kiss.

"Okay, all done for now. It's time for you to get ready for class," he said
after we separated.

"Aw, but I thought you were gonna take care of something," I said as I
looked down as my dick that was back at half-mast.

"I said later. I didn't mean later today," he said with a teasing smirk.

"Liar," I said before I begrudgingly got up. I grabbed my clothes and
headed for the bathroom for another quick shower to wash off the oil.

Before I got to the door to open it, I was surprised when I was quickly
pressed up against the door of his bedroom. I felt Bear's half hard dick in
the crevice of my ass as he rubbed it up and down while he suckled on that
spot behind my right ear. He then spun me around and leered at me like a
predator when he saw that I was rock hard again.

He sunk to his knees and devoured my dick and I almost laughed because
that's what he had said he'd do when he saw me. That thought was chased
away when he swirled his tongue on the head and my knees buckled. He held
me up though and went back to his expert tongue work. After a couple
minutes, he'd managed to work his way to the root, and I could feel the
head of my dick in his throat. He started swallowing while tweaking my left
nipple and alternating between fondling my nuts and pressing behind
them. That pushed me over the edge in an explosive orgasm. Bear swallowed
my jizz, cleaned off my dick, then stood up with a proud smile on his face.

"Better," he said as he leaned down and rested his forehead against mine.

"Wonderful," I said breathlessly. He leaned in gave me a deep kiss.

"Good, now go get ready for class," he said as he stepped back.

I opened the door to his room and looked at him looking proud and so in
love. I felt it in my entire being and I hated myself for not trusting him
like I should. I blew him a kiss before heading to the bathroom. I rushed
through another shower and used the toothbrush he'd stashed for me to brush
my teeth. I put my clothes back on and walked out to find Bear sitting on
the couch in his boxer briefs looking a book for one of his classes. He got
up and walked me to the door and told me again that he loved me. I returned
the sentiment and gave him one last kiss to remember until we saw each
other again. He was smiling big as he let me out of the door. I blew him
another kiss as I reluctantly left him there.

As I sat in class, I couldn't keep the smile off my face. Reese noticed and
asked me what had happened to me as I had been dragging a lot lately. I
told him I'd just had a good day. He didn't know that I was gay so I'm sure
he thought that my non-existent girlfriend had probably rocked my world. As
I sat there feeling much more attentive, I realized that I was more relaxed
than I'd been in ages. I smiled that my knight in shining muscles was
making good on his promise to do everything he could to ease the burden my
school work was placing on me. I vowed to return the favor as soon as I
could.


To be continued...

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Author's Note:

Hello all and welcome back to another chapter of The Chronicles of Trey

In this chapter we see even more from Bear's point a view, a theme that
will continue for the time being. He is doing everything he can to prove to
Trey he is the man Trey deserves. He's trying to learn more about Black
History and the Black experience to be a better partner and learning other
ways to be there for Trey that even Trey hadn't even considered. What will
come of Bear's meeting of Artemis?

Both guys had a wake-up call from their mothers to get their shit together
regarding Bear's daughter. Both guys are afraid of what introducing Prue,
and inevitably Alicia, to their lives will mean for their relationship but
they haven't communicated it to the other. How long will that last?

Drake is still broken up with Serena. Will they get back together? Will
Drake continue being a better person than he was before if they don't get
back together or will he eventually revert to his old self? Find out in the
continuing story of The Chronicles of Trey.


Hello again everyone. I hope you all have been well, and if not, then I
wish you well and better things to come. I hope everyone enjoys this
chapter and as always I invite you to send me an email if you want to
thestoryguy9783@gmail.com. Thank you all for your continued support.

Until next time... Nicky

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Editor's Note:

Hey guys welcome back to another chapter, and it didn't take a whole month
this time. Hope all your days are going good and not too stress related.
Hope you guys also enjoy the chapter, be sure to send your thoughts to
Nicky at the email above, and if you noticed anything that I may have
missed with editing please feel free to send me an email at
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Until the next chapter guys,

JDK