Chapter 39 – “Well, this should be interesting…”
Friday, August 29, 2008
Walking through the door into their suite at the University of Michigan, Chris and Darren felt like they were crossing the threshold into a whole new life.
“Home sweet home,” Darren sang out, squeezing Chris’s hand.
Chris looked around. They were standing in a small common room, with three open doors leading off of it. At the far end of the room was the bathroom, and on either side lay a bedroom.
“It looks like we’re the first ones here, so I guess we get our choice of rooms. Let’s check them out.”
The room on the left had twin beds, two dressers, two desks with bookshelves, and a window in one wall. The room on the right had identical furniture, but since it was a corner room, there were windows in two walls. Chris and Darren looked at each other. “This one!” they said simultaneously.
“And not just because of the windows,” Darren added. “I bet the other one shares a wall with the suite next door. With this one, we’ve got no neighbors to complain if we get a little noisy in the heat of the moment.”
Chris grinned at him. “Well, unless our suitemates are hanging out in the common room.”
“Hey, if they don’t want to listen, they can go to their own room.”
Chris giggled. “Or turn their music up.”
“Or wear earplugs,” Darren suggested.
“Or leave.”
“Or have even louder sex than we do.”
Chris let out a bark of laughter. “That might be hard to pull off,” he said, arching an eyebrow meaningfully at Darren.
“Hey, I’m not that loud.”
“Honey, it’s a good thing we’re not at camp anymore, ‘cause I think you were frightening the horses.”
With a gleam in his eye, Darren said, “Yeah? Well I’ll bet I could make you scream loud enough that the people downstairs call the police.”
Chris barely had time to register his boyfriend’s words before Darren was pushing him down onto the nearest bare mattress, straddling his hips and kissing hungrily at his neck. Chris’s moan was cut short by a voice from the doorway.
“Well howdy, roomies. I see you two have already met.”
Darren rolled off of Chris, falling to the floor in a graceless heap. Chris leapt up, face flaming.
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