Hit Me with Your Best Shot
“Do you think if I wrinkle Todd’s sheets, he’ll yell at you?” Lars asked.
Todd made his bed every morning before going to class, and inspected it when he came home, a habit Darin found bizarre. Todd even stacked his loose change into neat piles on his desk. Meanwhile, Darin threw his clothes into the corner rather than buy a hamper. There was a new lamp on Todd’s desk, but it wasn’t ugly as the first one.
“If Todd’s sheets get wrinkled, he’ll live. Just don’t drop any ash onto his bed or I will get shit for it,” Darin said. “What was that line from that movie, Ferris Bueller … he’s so tight …” Darin shoved wet towel under the doorway in case Min came by on a walk-through. That was unlikely since Min hadn’t been visible since the second week of classes.
“Man, I can’t fucking remember. I’ve been smoking all day. I didn’t even go to classes today and I’m still tired.”
Darin looked at Lars out on the bed. He had no idea how he got so lucky, but Lars was the one who’d approached him that night outside the dining hall. They’d talked for ten minutes before Darin had realized Lars was hitting on him, and then went back to Lars’s dorm in the Webster area. Darin hadn’t learned much more about him in the days following, just the most general details: Lars was from Athol, had once been on the swim team, was a French major and gorgeous.
Lars had spent most of the summer swimming and tanning and he had a perfect Speedo tan line, so it was odd that he told Darin he wouldn’t be swimming this year. One night, Darin had made Lars strip down to his Speedo and despite Lars’ initial protestations; they had a great time role playing. Lars was a lot more fun in bed than Todd.
Lars lifted his arm to take another toke; he was shirtless and every muscle on his torso moved when he did that. Darin got hard watching him. He walked over and started feeling Lars’ crotch which, despite the pot, was stiff.
“Man, not when I’m smoking,” Lars said. “Wait until I’m done.”
“Come on,” Darin pleaded. He bent over and licked the front of Lars’ jeans. Lars didn’t say anything, but Darin could feel him inhale deeply and that wasn’t from the joint.
Darin undid Lars’ top button, revealing his white briefs. Thankfully, they were clean. You could never tell how long Lars had been wearing his underwear, but that was part of what Darin liked about him. He pulled Lars pants down to his knees. Lars had trimmed his pubic hair. Darin preferred unshaven like Todd, but he wasn’t going to quibble when the pants were off. Darin slowly licked Lars’s balls feeling them contract. He put them in his mouth and started sucking on them.
“Oh fuck…” he heard Lars whisper. Darin let the balls go and started on Lars’ cock. Darin teased the head of Lars cock for a second, and then slipped the entire penis in his mouth.
Oh shit, is the door locked? Todd never came home before midnight anymore, but this would be the one day he did.
Lars was breathing heavily now, and Darin glided his mouth up and down Lars’ cock. Darin had undone his own zipper and was stroking his dick with his free hand. Lars raised his hips off the bed, moaning and grunting and, Darin noted, still smoking
“Fuck… oh fuck … fuck … oh shit!” Lars sat up and Darin fell forward, bumping his head against the bed frame.
“Goddamit, what the hell?” Darin asked. Lars was batting at the bed. At first Darin thought Lars was having a seizure. What did you do if that happens to somebody you’re with? “What’s wrong?”
“I dropped the joint. Look.” Lars picked Todd’s pillow up and handed it to Darin. There was a small brown hole on the pillowcase.
Darin sat back on his haunches. “Oh, just great.”