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John had a friend named Tom in a genetics class, a muscled, vivacious
blonde who seemed more suited to be a surfer than a doctor. Tom, in
turn, had a friend named Josh, who was more than just a friend and
everybody knew it. And as John approached Tom after class and began
chatting, he was suddenly nervous. Tom must've picked up on it because
soon he was asking what John's problem was.

"It's just.. well," John stammered, pausing in his walk and pulling
Tom aside. "You're.. I mean.. with Josh?"

"Yeah," he replied, narrowing his eyes. "You mean you didn't know?"

"No, no, I knew," he stated, nodding vigorously. He shifted his
weight, his eyes averting to the psychology building nearby, studying
the vines crawling up the side in intricate patterns. "It's just.. I
mean, I just.. " Just ask! the voice in his head yelled, and he took a
deep breath, letting it out in one burst as he said: "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"You know.. it."

The surfer-slash-doctor smiled. "Where is this coming from?"

"I just want to know, okay??"

"No straight guy 'just wants to know.'" John scowled, ready to smack
that shit-eating grin right off of his face. "You're gay, aren't you?"

"I am not!" John exclaimed, drawing the eyes of several passing
students. "I'm not," he repeated, more quietly. "It's just.. I'm sort
of.. involved with this guy."

"So in other words.. you're gay."

"Are you gonna help me out here or not??"

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John made sure his room looked clean and neat as Dave waited in the
hallway for the word to come in. He was spending the night tonight,
one of the reasons John had asked Tom about gay sex. It was a little..
overwhelming, all of the steps. Definitely *not* like how it was with
a woman, there was no wham, bam, thank you, ma'am here. No, this was
complicated stuff. Somebody could get hurt! And he was nervous as hell.

"Okay," he called, and Dave stepped inside, glancing around.

"You sure your grandma doesn't mind me in here?"

"Nah, she thinks we're just gonna stay up watching television or
playing video games or something," he told him, closing the door
behind Dave.

"What *will* we be doing?" he asked, looking right into John's eyes.
He seemed wary, his posture showing he was hesitant to move, as was
the tight grip on his duffel bag

"Nothing!" he exclaimed quickly, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to
imply.. that. Sorry. I just meant.. well, you know."

Shit! he screamed mentally, kicking himself. He hadn't even considered
that maybe Dave wasn't ready for that, or that maybe he didn't even
*want* to do that. Hell, he didn't even know if Dave cared about him
at all, or if he was just some walk on the wild side.

But the way those eyes watched him, almost studied him.. the way those
hands touched him, gently as if he might break.. the way those lips
found his, kissing him tenderly.. if that wasn't worth anything, then
John didn't know what was.

"If you want to, you know.. sleep in another room," John suggested
quietly, his eyes averted to the floor.

"I want to be here," was the reply he recieved. He glanced up, but
Dave was putting his things down on the couch at the foot of his bed
before shrugging out of his jacket and sitting down, toeing off his
shoes as if he'd lived here all his life. "I don't have a couch in my
room. Or a TV."

"You can have mine, if you want," he said, sitting down next to Dave,
close but not too close, because he didn't want to scare him. "I can
get new ones."

"Nah." Silence, for a few moments, before Dave spoke up again,
glancing sideways at John, that mischevous glint in his eyes he knew.
"I don't have one of these either," he stated, his hand trailing to
John's thigh, fingertips tracing patterns.

"You can have me.. if you want."

He nodded, silently, moving closer to John, leaning forward and
touching the side of his face with gentle fingers. "I think I'd like
that."

"Are you sure?" John asked, although every cell in his body was
screaming to just go with it and keep his mouth shut. But he wasn't
about to do anything that Dave might regret later. "I mean, because we
could just.. watch TV and play video games."

"No, no," Dave whispered so quietly John could barely hear him. He met
John's eye, his own so deep and full of such.. fire. More alive than
John had ever seen them, and he felt a thrill go through him over the
fact that he was responsible for it. "I want this."

"Good," John replied, just as quietly, right before their lips met.
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