When Chad and I got back to campus, we spent the first few days coming down off our high. Our vacation had been unlike any experience I'd ever had. It had given me a taste of what life with him might really be like-- not just dating him, or going to school with him, or being in a fraternity with him, but actually sharing a future with him.
Our sexual explorations had also gotten us really horny. We basically started fucking every morning, noon, and night. It got to the point that I stopped even trying to keep my sheets clean; I got used to sleeping on dried cum, which was actually kind of hot.
Unfortunately, not everyone was as excited as we were. That Friday, I opened my door to find a note taped to it.
You guys are WAY too goddamn loud!!!
the note said.
Do you EVER keep your pants on?!?! It sure as hell doesn't seem like it, from what you did at the gym.
I did a double take when I read that. I assumed the note was from one of my neighbors-- it had to be-- though I couldn't tell which one. I stood in my doorway and looked around at the apartments around me. I tried to think through who the culprit could be. Then I looked back down and re-read the note.
The last sentence was the part that really threw me. I thought back to the time Chad and I had fucked at the gym and had heard someone coming. I thought we'd run away before anyone had seen us, but maybe we hadn't? If someone had really caught us, and if that someone was pissed at us, could we still get in trouble? Or, worse yet, did someone hear about all that secondhand?
I started wracking my brain to figure out what had happened. I was almost tempted to knock on my neighbors' doors and confront them about it. Then again, it wasn't exactly an easy question to ask-- "are you the one who complained about my noisy gay sex?"-- and I definitely couldn't ask what they knew about our gym fuck.
I didn't have much time to think about it though, because I was headed to meet with my advisor. I'd wanted to talk to him about the stuff I was doing with Thaxter, who was now e-mailing me on a regular basis. My advisor immediately jumped on the topic, and he asked if I liked that kind of work. I had to be honest: I didn't know much about it, and I was a little embarrassed that Thaxter treated me like an expert.
After some discussion, we decided that I'd drop my criminal justice course and take a marketing class instead. The marketing professor, Dr. Littman, had a reputation around campus: he was supposed to be a real character, but I'd heard he was cool. At any rate, if I liked his class, I could switch majors before the end of the semester.
When I left that meeting, I found I had a bunch of texts waiting for me. At first I was worried that more shit was going down. But when I checked my phone, I saw all the texts were from Johan. I just rolled my eyes and put my phone away, and I did my best to ignore the guy.
After that, I went to the financial aid office to take care of some paperwork. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop obsessing over the note on my door. I had admit, it was kind of exciting to think that someone had been watching and listening to me and Chad fuck. But it was nerve-wracking too, and I was dying to know who this person was. I kept scouring my brain for any clues; but I kept coming up empty. On my way home, I even swung by the gym to see if any of my neighbors were there. It was all to no avail.
I was at the frat house that night when I got another round of texts. Then, a few minutes later, my phone started ringing. I saw it was Johan-- yet again-- so I let the first few calls go to to voicemail. But Johan just wouldn't let up. Eventually I was so annoyed that I just grabbed my phone and hit the button to answer.
"Hello?" Johan said. "Are you there?"
"I'm here," I said. "What do you want?"
"Oh thank God."
I stepped into the bathroom, where I could be alone, and I shut the door behind me. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Johan made a bunch of muffled noises. He almost seemed to be crying. "I... I am so madly in love with you."
"Say what?"
"I mean it," he said. "I just-- I mean, I can't stop thinking about you--"
"What the fuck dude?" I asked. I forced myself to keep my voice down. "Are you drunk or high or something?"
"I-I want you to give me another chance. Please Scott...."
"Another chance for what? We were never a thing."
"I want you to be with me," he said. "Leave your boyfriend. I'd be so much better to you--"
"What the fuck makes you think you can say that?" I hissed. I was scared to death that Chad might overhear. "You don't know what you're talking about, and I can't believe you'd even go there--"
"Then I'll wait for you," Johan said. "When you're ready, I'll be there for you. I can't wait to hold you again, and take care of you, and make love to you, and really make you happy--"
"Do you realize how insane that all sounds?"
"Well... I care about you."
"No you don't. If you did, you wouldn't be doing this."
"I love you."
"You love the idea of me. Not the real me."
"Just... I dunno, Scott, just tell me what you want me to say--"
"I don't want you to say anything. I want you to stop calling me. And texting me--"
"I know I'm fucked up, but I'll clean up for you, I promise."
"You could seriously fuck things up for me right now. I don't think you get that."
Johan let out a loud sigh. "Fuck dude," he said, "do you know how bad I wanted you in high school? And then when you showed up on Grindr, and I realized you were gay--"
"That's all over and done with," I said. "I just spent winter break with my boyfriend's family. What the hell does that tell you?"
"Shit. I'm too late...."
"No, not really," I said. "You got the wrong idea to begin with."
The line was silent at first. I almost thought we'd gotten cut off, but then I heard Johan take a deep breath. "Oh fuck...." And I heard a faint slapping sound. It took me a second to realize what it was.
"Wait," I said. "Are you jacking off?"
"Oh shit," Johan said, "I can't help it--"
"That's gross!"
"Did you think it was gross when we were fucking?"
"For shit's sake!"
"Just let me finish!"
"What the hell? No!" I yelled, and I hung up the phone. Then, before he could call back, I scrambled to block Johan's number. From what I could tell, the block went through just in time.
I just stared at my phone and tried to calm my nerves. I felt dirty for even having taken the call. I was almost tempted to throw the phone against the wall, but I forced myself not to.