Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 21:16:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Gene McEnnis <corporeal09@yahoo.com>
Subject: This is a bad idea / chapter 2

Disclaimer:

This story will contain erotic depictions of sexual acts between consenting
adult males.  Do not read this work if its illegal for you to do so where
you are.  The author takes NO responsibility for whomsoever reads this
work.  By reading this story you are assuming all responsibility and
liability for your actions.  This is a work of fiction and is not intended
to portray anyone alive or dead.  As such, any likeness to people alive or
dead is purely coincidental and is not intended to suggest anything
regarding their character or preferences.

Now that that's over, on with the story :D.

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Cheers,

-G


	"Well Brendan," Nathan said as he whipped off the sweat from his
brow, "That's the last of em."
	"Thanks man," his friend replied, "I owe you a lot of beer for all
this," he shook his head.
	They just laughed.
	"Your new place looks nice Bren," he said.
	"Thanks," the other man beamed, his hands on his hips, "It's a
great layout."  Looking at the mountain of moved boxes he sighed, "Man,
I'll go get the beer."  Returning only moments later, he held a cold glass
out to his friend, "You ok Nath?"
	Nathan took the beer, "I'm fine now thanks.  I must just be tired."
	"I dunno bro," both young men two very comfy seats on the nearest
boxes, "I haven't seen you this lost since Justin took off."
	Nathan started at the floor.  He took a few more seconds than
normal before responding, "there was just a jackass in the park this
morning," he began.
	"Come off it bro, Travis ain't that bad," he laughed.  "Seriously
though, this guy didn't flash you did he?"
	"No!"
	"I bet you wish he did," he laughed again, "You're turning
scarlet."
	"Asshole."
	"Hey," he put up his hand in mock defense, "You're the one into
that man, not me."
	"I'd punch you if you were closer," Nathan took another drink.
	Brendan smirked, "Why do you think I'm sitting over here?"
	"I could make cat jokes or beef taco jokes about you if you like
Bren?" he scowled at the older man.
	"After you helped me move?"
	"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" he laughed.
"But seriously man, when is Amanda moving back to town?  She's gonna love
the new place."
	"She'd better make it back before class starts," Brendan looked
back out the window.
	"I hear yah," Nathan replied, "I'm so looking forward to leaving
work in a few weeks time."
	"Gonna have a house warming party when all this is outta the way.
You gotta come."  Brendan tried his best to recline on the boxes, "I'll
even let you make all the straight sex jokes you like," he held up his
glass as if it were a tempting offer.
	It was Nathan's turn to smirk, "By the looks of all your crap, that
day won't happen 'till after Christmas."  He finished off the last of his
beer, "besides which, I have an open license to make all the straight jokes
I like."
	"And why's that?"
	"It's my obligation as an underrepresented minority in today's
culture," Nathan tried his best to look dignified while sitting on top of a
pedicure tub box.
	"You're full of it you know that?" his friend laughed.
	"My eyes are brown after all."
	Brendan smiled, "You want another beer?" he asked.


	"I'm telling you," Travis was saying, "he'll be there."
	"You're dreaming," Brendan said before he downed the last drop of
his naked coffee.  "Why do any of you believe this crap?"
	Tess laughed, "It's his lifeblood.  Rumors are the second skin of
today's star-struck gay man."
	Travis scowled into his latte as is it would stand up for him,
"Help me out here," he turned to Nathan, "defend our sexuality!"
	"Old Nath is trying to hide behind his cup if you ask me," Brendan
winked.
	"Say what you like," Travis insisted, "He'll be there tomorrow for
class."  Both Travis and Tanessa had that distant, dreamy look in their
eyes.  "I just know he'll be taking Art History 431 with me."
	"Why would this movie star guy bother?" Brendan asked to no one in
particular.
	"Sorry hun?"
	All eyes were on Nathan.  Even the rest of the coffee shop seemed
to grow quiet just for him.
	"I... I mean isn't it bad for this guy's image to look too
intellectual?"
	"Hmm good point," Brendan said as he contemplated licking the sides
of his coffee mug to get the last few drops.
	Nathan continued, "It just doesn't seem realistic.  I mean won't he
be mobbed on campus?  For that matter how would he find the time to do it?"
	Travis, on the other hand it seemed had an explanation ready and
waiting.  "Actually the word is that the university president and the dean
will both personally ask the staff and student body to respect Jason's
privacy and dignity while he graces our fine campus," Travis nodded along
to his own tripe.
	"Wow.  You've really put some thought into this," Nathan blinked.
	Travis however, didn't seem to hear Nathan or ignored him
altogether, "I've heard that he'll be working on his current film in the
city while he takes one or two classes.  In fact," Travis leaned into the
table as if what he was about to say was super secret, "not only are they
shooting part of the movie on campus, rumor has it that he recently changed
one of his classes around."
	"Wow," Tanessa smiled after she finished her moca, "that's
so........ Amazingly fantastic I think I just peed myself...  How would you
even find out this info?"
	"A friend of mine's mother works at the registrar's office and saw
the electronic transfer the other day.  She's s huge fan and has been
keeping a good look out."
	Brendan laughed and shook his head, "And you believe this?"
	"Say what you like," Travis crossed his arms, "you'll all be
jealous when Jason n' me are hitched and we have tons of beautiful kids
together."
	Brendan tried to open his mouth but both Tess and Nathan stopped
him, "Don't even bother," she winked.


The third of September came far too quickly for anyone and soon Nathan
found himself stuck in a vapidly boring first year class first far too
early on Monday morning.
	"That's what you get for leaving all your first year electives till
your final year hun," Tess had warned.  Nathan frowned as his prof went on
about carbon chains or some such thing.  She was right.  By the end of the
afternoon Nathan was so bored and sick of new high school students who
wouldn't shut up in class, he had already planned out what food he needed
to pick up on his bus ride home.  He could almost here the leaves dying
outside as he waited for the end of class.
	Finally, it was time for Archaeology.  He had heard good things not
only about this intro class but also about the professor.  "Old prof Murdoc
is the best," Brendan had insisted.  But, as Nathan rounded the stingy
1960's hallway there was a larger than normal crowd clogging the hall.  The
doors were still locked as it was still too early for class.
	"Hey, what gives?" he asked the nearest person, gesturing to all
the extra people.
	"Didn't you hear?" the little blond girl swooned, "Jason Neilson is
supposed to be in our class."  She nearly fell over in her enthusiasm.  It
was all Nathan could do to withhold his annoyance.  How dare some jackass,
big shot movie star prance in here like he owns the whole campus?
	Still, at least some of the other students seemed as unimpressed as
he was.
	"I wish they'd just hurry up and lynch the bastard," a man standing
beside Nathan said from between clenched teeth.
	Nathan laughed to himself, "I hear yah."
	The taller, dark haired man looked startled, "I take it you're not
a fan either?"
	"I should make pins," Nathan "kinda like 'Save the Whales,' except
it would read 'Lynch the Bastard'."  Ninety eight percent of the other
students seemed ready to lynch the pair but Nathan didn't care.
	The other man smirked, "I'm Colten," they shook hands.  They were
warm and large but strangely soft all at once.  "We should start an anti
fan club."
	"Nathan," he replied, "Sounds like too much work.  I'm sure that we
can join an existing one," he winked.
	"Good point, starting one up sounds like too much work."
	The student mass had finally started to move.  Nathan was a little
sad to let go of Colten's hand but he relented.  As the two men got into
the lecture hall, each went his separate way much to Nathan's dismay.  'One
handshake and I'm in a tailspin,' he mentally smacked himself upside the
head, 'I bet he's married knowing my luck.'
	Nathan fumed all the while until he finally managed to get a seat.
Oddly enough the prof was not here yet and everyone was crammed into the
first few rows.  Typically, everyone in undergrad classes tried their
utmost to ignore each other and space out so that they didn't have to
endure human contact.
	"Travis?" the lanky blond turned.
	"Nathan," Travis seemed startled, "What are you doing here?"
	"Its my class Trav," he replied, "besides which don't you have
another class right now?"
	Travis shook his head, "I can't hear you over everyone's talking,"
he said, "I think I'm having trouble hearing; I'd better go upfront so I
can see him better."
	"Don't you mean?..." Nathan tried to say, but his high-school
friend was already long gone.  While Travis trundled up to the front,
Nathan found a nice seat in the sparsely populated back part of the class.
Nathan could see Colten sitting about halfway towards the front of the
class.  Colten turned to fish something out of his dark over-the- shoulder
bag and smiled.  Nathan nodded, feeling more than a little stupid and
obvious.  He had just taken out his notebook and pen and tried to regain
his composure when he spied a familiar face enter the back of the class.
His heart pole-vaulted in his chest.
	It couldn't be.
	It was.
	The jackass from the park!  Nathan couldn't help but recognize him
even with the sunglasses and the hat.  He noticed that the dirty blond hair
was just barely tucked inside the hat.  Nathan could see his blond stubble
was just coming in.  The jackass took off his sunglasses and surveyed the
lecture hall.  He looked like a Greek statue that had escaped out of the
nearby Art History class.
	Nathan shook his head slightly, 'Oh god don't let him catch me
staring,' he thought to himself.  The stranger turned, "Shit!' Nathan
gulped.  Why hadn't he brought his own dark glasses and hat?
	The man took off his hat, shook out his wavy blond hair as if in
slow motion, and looked directly into Nathan's velvet brown eyes.
	Busted.
	"Oh my god," someone nearby gasped.
	Wait, did he just wink at me??
	"Jason Neilson...." The class seemed to sigh all at once as if it
were planned all along.  Everyone was turned in their seats to get a better
view.  Some students were contorted in what must have been painful
positions.  Jaws were slack and some people even pointed.  Even Colten and
of course Travis stared at the movie star as if caught in a trance.
	A sinking feeling hit Nathan's stomach as he stared to the front of
the class and tried desperately to melt into the chair.  Haven't decided if
I will keep this going.  I chucked in Colten as an after thought I hope it
doesn't show ^_~.