Mason in the Center, Part 3
by Joe L
I can't fucking stand him. It's the third week of my PolySci class, and it's too late to drop. My fucking professor is just using his position to spread his own political ideas and see if they will take root in the impressionable, young New York City university attendees. It's working, too. I hear students outside of class regurgitating his ideas like they came up with it. What REALLY pisses me off is that I agree with every fucking thing that he says. I can't even argue with him.
Well, I have over three hours until my next class. I can get something to eat and then start on my project for Computer Science. That will take my mind off of politics.
"Holy shit!" I shout, "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd surprise ya," Tyler says, leaning up against a brick wall near the door of my lecture hall. He's holding two sandwiches from our favorite place and produces a couple of sodas out of a thermal bag.
I run up to him and give him a big kiss, letting it linger as he slowly runs his hands around my back. Two hot dudes sharing a kiss probably isn't the most unusual sight on this campus. If anyone is offended, they'll just have to deal with it.
"It must've taken you over an hour to get here on your bike!"
"Yeah, about an hour… but that kiss made it all worth it."
"Wait! How the hell did you know how to find me?" I ask, as we sit down against the side of the building. I take a huge bite out of my sandwich.
"I looked up your schedule on your computer the other day when you were sleepin'. Remember you told me that your registration password is TylersCum69?"
"Oh yeah," I giggle, stuffing a stray onion in my mouth. "Man, I needed this. I've really been missing you."
"I know, me too! That's why I'm here." He strokes my arm with his fingertips, and I get chills running all over my body. It still always gets me.
We don't see much of each other these days. I have to get up really early, and I spend all day at campus. There's no reliable free Wi-Fi around my apartment, and I've taken an overload of credits every semester. I have to stay on campus and get shit done every day. Coming home during the day just isn't practical.
Tyler is gone every night when I get back to the apartment from school. He's working three jobs to make sure we can stay in our apartment… well four if you count his modeling. I made him get an agent, and he's actually gotten a few contracts. He's working really hard to take care of us, and I appreciate it. Someday, I'll take care of us and he won't have to bear the brunt.
I don't disturb him and he doesn't disturb me when we're sleeping. We can't cuddle or it will lead to other stuff. We tried trading sleep for sex for a while, but I started falling asleep at school and Tyler got fired from a pretty good job for being late. Now, we have one day a week…. We call it sex Sunday. I make sure I have all of my work done by the time he wakes up, which is usually in the early afternoon. We make love for the rest of the day and on into the night… and then I get to fall asleep in his arms. It's the perfect way to end the week.
Our sex life hasn't suffered. I guess it helps that we have some time to miss each other. It's hard to top that first summer back together. Our sex vacation ended up going past two weeks, and then we eventually made our way to New York. We rented the first reasonable apartment we found, and didn't leave it for days. We just made love and ordered take-out for all of our food. It got expensive quickly, but we couldn't keep our hands off of each other.
We began to explore the city occasionally, but there would always be a time where we would lock eyes and smile… then it would be a race back to the apartment, and we'd be back at it. After a few times of doing that, Tyler would give me that smile as soon as we walked through our apartment door into the hall. That way, our return trip to the bed would be a little shorter.
No one knows the truth about us, which is fine with me. I think of Tyler as my lover and life partner more than I think of him as a brother, anyway. I've met some of his douchey work friends and he's met some of my pseudointellectual school friends, but they just all think we met and fell in love in high school.
We've made contact with home. Tyler and I have both talked to Mom and Dad, and someday, we're all going to get together face-to-face. Maybe our happiness and the fact that our relationship is working is finally starting to sink in with them. Maybe it's just time healing wounds.
"Thank you so much for doing this. It really means a lot to me." I lean over and give him a kiss and we gaze into each other's eyes, not wanting to separate. I know I did the right thing by asking him to come with me. I can't imagine how I got through life without him when we were apart, and there's no way I could be without him again. Tyler is my guy.
"Love you, Mace," he says, getting on his bike. I watch him ride away and think about Sunday.
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