Souvenir [Complete]

Eight. Collegiate

Luke liked sex. He enjoyed himself. He felt good. Passed the time alright. He hadn't had a bad experience so far, and most of the time Brian let him cum first.

They had been each other's firsts. Luke was sixteen and Brian was seventeen. It was sweet and fumbling. Luke took it seriously. He'd lit candles in Brian's bedroom, and locked his door. And meanwhile they listened out for his parents.

Nothing changed it seemed. Even now as they tangled into each other on the dorm bunk, they kept an ear out for his roommate, who had been out for the day—probably in class.

There was a sock on the door, and Luke only hoped that that was warning enough.

Luke gripped onto his boyfriend's short-cropped blonde hair at the base of his neck, legs wrapped around his waist. He could feel the hot breath on his shoulder and his neck. Luke chased his lips in a heavy pant.

"Oh, Bee! I'm so close..." he whimpered softly. The walls here were paper thin, and the last thing he wanted was someone to hear them.

Brian snapped his hips up harder at that, and Luke rolled his eyes back as he felt the older boy hit his spot dead on. He came all over his tummy, holding Brian close with a soft moan in his ear.

Brian came soon after. He pulled the condom off and put it into the trash can under the desk on his side of the room. Luke whimpered at the feeling of immediate emptiness, but admired Brian's body. "Good morning, buggy..." Luke cooed cutely.

"Morning, babe." Brian kissed him softly. He pulled a Kleenex out of the tissue box on the desk and cleaned Luke's belly up. "I had the craziest dream that you and me and another guy all went on a vacation and we had some really good times."

"No wonder you were so desperate," Luke giggled and clung to his neck. "Was this other guy hotter than me?"

"Lukey, I promise I don't even remember what he looked like," Brian cooed.

"You sure?" Luke pouted a little.

"It was probably Leonardo DiCaprio, don't worry about it."

"I'll accept if it's Leo." Luke cooed kissing him over and over.

Brian broke the kiss first. "I've gotta pee..." he giggled against Luke's lips when Luke pulled him back in and finally Luke let him go. He watched him dress instead.

"As long as you come back and make out with me..." Luke purred stretching in the bed.

"I wouldn't wanna make out with anyone else," Brian smirked slipping some flannel pants over his boxers and he was out the door.

Luke lied in bed alone listening to the ambient noise of the dorm. He smelled Brian's pillow. Now it just smelled like the two of them. Since he'd been pretty much exclusively in this bed for a week.

Luke did leave of course. He spent most of his time with Brian. He sat in on classes with him. He participated in class activities without even being noticed—the benefits of large class sizes. They went on little dates, and Brian paid for his meals in the cafeteria.

Luke thought it was a nice personalized tour of the college.

Brian even took him to see his destiny. The music wing. Luke was enthralled. They sat in on one of those classes. It was about wind instruments, but Luke was happy for anything.

He was an accepted, nearly enrolled student in this school, so he didn't feel bad for his week long stint. But today was the day he had to burst the bubble of fantasy.

Home.

He was kind of dreading it. Even though he missed his bathroom. And shower. And food. And being able to sleep by himself in his large, soft bed without a stranger in his room—even though Brian's roommate was nice.