Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2010 22:55:16 -0400
From: Fitz Chivalry <fitzchivalry7888@gmail.com>
Subject: Dorm Room Visit 1

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Based on a True Story

Dorm Room Visit 1


	What a crazy night.  I had driven an hour to get downtown for a
date, only to have her lose her keys and not show up.  Great.  I made the
best of it though to ring some friends and hit up a club, which in the city
is far more expensive than I would have liked.  Picking up my friends and
hauling them around, five bucks for parking, expensive drinks and my
friends wanting me to keep buying the drinks all night long-you'd think
this college student was made of money tonight!  The dancing was fun and
the company was nice but with my cancelled date and user friends, I was
starting to feel a little annoyed.
	After a couple hours of feeling down on myself around a bunch of
drunken couples feeling each other up and my friends badgering my
good-willed nature to get them "just one more shot," I was ready to get out
of there.  Back on the expressway I found myself not heading an hour east
towards home, but an hour south to see my pal Julian.  I'd met Julian a
year before through an ex-girlfriend and we got along pretty well.  I'd try
to go visit once every month or so (as I was the only one with a car), just
to hang out and chill, getting away from my busy campus life.  I'd called
him, telling him what a crappy ass night I'd had and of course, him being
my bro, invited me to come chill with him, kick back a few and watch a
movie.  Why the hell not?  I was already halfway there as it was.
	Looking around, I saw the road was completely deserted; it was
close to 1 am now.  I caught my own blue eyes in the mirror and just
sighed.  I'd been looking forward to tonight, taking the time to make sure
I looked exceptionally good: only to have my date not show up because she
couldn't find her damn keys and was 2 hours away.  Whatever.  My blonde
hair had managed to keep it feathered look through the action of the club,
and while my white button-up and jeans were still sleek, they now reeked of
smoke and alcohol.  Julian was just going to have to get over that.
	Julian, while gay, is still the straightest gay guy I know, often
saying the same thing about himself.  All around he is a lot of fun to be
around.  We'd go to concerts on his campus (as I was a big music buff),
hang with his friends, spend the days outdoors walking around campus or
exploring the town, only to come back and chill to a movie and forget about
the cares of college life. I've always liked playing soccer and the great
outdoors so weekends spent with my bro were always fun filled and relaxing.
He isn't 21 yet so I'd sometimes go grab some beer and sneak it in, having
just turned 21 myself, making the nights even better.  Last time, however,
he had bought a new rug for his single and asked that I take my shoes off
before stepping on it.  "Looks like you're gay after all!"  I'd jested and
proceed make a big show of taking off my shoes, getting down on all fours,
picking up every grain of dirt out of the carpet and carefully placing it
in the trash.
	"Jackass," Julian responded before lightly kicking me over and
returning to his computer, having us both laughing.  He's not usually a
clean freak anyway, something else we have in common.  So, yeah, a night
with my bro would be a perfect remedy to loser friends and a dumbass girl.
My earlier sigh turned into a smile.
	I finally reached Julian's place around two, making sure I'd
stopped for the case of beer I had so well hidden in my sleeping bag.
Julian met me at the glass door that led to his hall.  "I see your drive
went ok, Reyn."  Yes, my name's Reyn, blame my parents.
	"Shut up, and let me in, it's freezing out here!"  To that he
smiled, extending his hand before him indicating I enter the hall.  "Ladies
first, I said with a smile."  His grin widened with a shrug as he turned
around and led the way.  I followed, checking out the crappy dorm rooms on
the way, reflected that moving into an apartment off campus was one of the
best decisions I ever made.  Julian, walking ahead, was already in his gym
shorts and tee for the night.  He and I were of a height around 6 feet but
while he was of a slim build, I had an athletic one-not muscular, but
shaped well.  Also on the contrary, Julian's hair was lighter brown and
usually kept flat.  We did share one eye color in common: he has
heterochromia, so my two blue eyes met one blue and one brown as Julian
stopped before his door.
	"My room's kinda a disaster..."
	"You know I don't mind, Julz."  I said as I stepped in.  I stopped.
He wasn't kidding.  A small dresser had been pulled beside the bed to be
used as a nightstand and was loaded with odds and ends.  The desk likewise
was a cluttered mess with a laptop sitting directly in the middle.  The bed
was a pile of blankets. Even the new carpet, along with the rest of the
floor was littered with piles of clothing, schoolwork and books.  "Guess it
doesn't matter if I take these off or not," I jested, removing my shoes and
throwing down my load.
	"I've been meaning to get around to cleaning at some point," he
replied, crossing the tiny room to get to the desk.  I did my typical
survey of the room, as I'm a very curious and observant individual,
noticing a new flag hanging on the wall before plopping on the bed beside
the desk.  What a long ass day.
	Julian immediately turned from his seated position, krinkling his
nose at me. "Ummm, not to be offensive, but your clothes reek.  Could you
do something about that before you have my entire bed smelling like a bar?"
My response was to have fun ruffling his feathers.
	"But your bed is soooo soft and these blankets soooo warm," I said,
rolling around on the bed.  "Besides, you crave my man scent."
	"Crave, my ass.  Either you or your clothes get off my bed." Julian
responded with a half grimace.
	"Oo la la, how suggestive."  My battering eyes met his blank stare.
Suddenly, the stare wasn't so blank: a fire had lit behind them with such a
fierce intenseness I actually stiffened.  Before I could get up to change,
Julian literally leapt from his chair, pouncing atop me as swiftly as a
cat, pinning me to the bed mostly from the shock of the situation.  His two
mystic eyes locked with mine; the fire had not disappeared.  A wide grin
slowly crept across his face as he lowered his head toward mine.  My eyes
widened as he neared me, what the hell was going on!?  Right before our
noses could touch, Julian veered toward my right ear and gently, so gently
whispered, "Are you going to change your clothes like a good boy or am I
going to have to rip them off you?"
	My mouth was opening and closing for a good five seconds without
words while he just stayed in that position.  Then just as swiftly as he
was atop me, Julian was seated in his desk chair, his back toward me as he
went back to messing with his computer as if nothing had happened.  I
silently got up, grabbed my pack and headed to the hall restroom without
saying a word.
	It wasn't until I was in front of the mirror, splashing my face
with water from the sink below that I was able to think clearly again.  Had
that really just happened?  Was it a big deal?  Should I just leave it up
to fun roughhousing or was there something more...  Whatever the case
standing around in here wasn't going to change anything.  I tossed off my
dress shirt and swapped out my tee for one that did not smell of smoke and
booze.  Slipping out of my jeans revealed something I did not expect in the
least...