“That is the ugliest lamp I’ve ever seen,” Darin said.
“You don’t like it? I thought it was funky, and brightens up the room,” Todd said. He placed it at the far corner of his desk, then straightened out his pens, placing them in a neat row.
“Brightens up the room too much,” Darin said. “Look at the thing, it’s orange and green.”
“Well, it was cheap,” Todd said. “And it was the only lamp at the campus center I could afford.” That was a lie: he’d paid more for it than he should have. Todd had seen the lamp at the store two days earlier and hadn’t been able to get it out of his mind. The desk lamp the school provided was clunky and ugly and wouldn’t stand up correctly. This one was nicer and was his first personal touch that mattered. Todd had bought a floor lamp before he left for school, but that was for next to the bed. The more lamps, the less need to use the overhead fluorescent light when he studied.
“I can see what it was so cheap,” Darin said.
“It’s not that bad.” Why was Todd defending a fucking lamp anyway? He liked it, he bought it and that was it. If Darin didn’t like it, he didn’t have to use it.
It had been four days and Darin obviously hadn’t yet found anybody else to fool around with because he kept jumping on Todd at night. Todd had given in every time but that would change soon, he hoped. Already, he’d seen scores of good looking guys around. Some of them had to be available and then he could turn Darin down. Sorry Darin, I have a boyfriend, he could say, but he’d be nice about it.
Darin sat up from where he was lying on the bed in his boxers. “Your mom called,” Darin said, scratched his shoulder and grimacing. “She said it wasn’t urgent.”
“Thanks,” Todd said. He pulled a magazine out of his bag. “I also bought Vanity Fair.”
“The one where Demi Moore’s pregnant?”
“I read that before I came to school. It’s retarded.”
“Never mind, then.” Todd dropped the Vanity Fair onto his desk. “Have you seen the notice for the gay group posted on the bulletin board?”
“Yeah,” Darin said. “I don’t know if I’ll go. It probably won’t be as much fun as the group in
We’re not in
, Todd though. “I may go to some coffee hour they’re having on Friday,” he said. “Let me know if you’re interested. We can meet up beforehand.” Boston
Todd went over to the phone. Darin grabbed him between the legs as he passed.
“Come on, I have to call my mother,” Todd said.
“It’s not urgent, remember?” Darin said, rubbing his hand back and forth. Todd started getting hard. “See, you do want it.”
Less and less, Todd thought.