4. The Bathroom

Hunter

As the evening fell, Hunter found himself amidst the raucous cheers and clinking cups of a beer pong tournament at the Lacrosse House, filled with the energy and excitement of his teammates’ girlfriends and their friends. Hunter’s interest remained on one person, Logan, who was yet to arrive.

“You’re incredible,” a junior named Jenna said to Hunter, while pairing up for beer pong. Jenna, fresh from her breakup with Nathan, was notorious for her flirtatious ways. She’d cheer loudly, talking lots of shit, desperate for the attention of the room. She’d frequently wrap her arm around Hunter or hug him after each score. Hunter went along with it, while Nathan silently seethed on the couch.

A cheer erupted when Logan and Andrea came through the door. With a sidelong glance, Hunter observed the entrance of the royal couple into the college fray. He kept his head down, his eyes fixed on the game, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Hey,” Logan said just as Jenna pulled Hunter into a hug. Logan sat on the couch, and Andrea quickly joined on his lap. They watched a movie in the living room, while some teammates talked in the kitchen, and a few others smoked weed out the window. Hunter noticed Logan’s occasional glances in his direction but ignored them. His patience wore thin as he watched Andrea shower Logan with affection. Jenna wrapped her arms around him, and he leaned in to hear her proposition.

“Yo, are you leaving?” he heard Logan call out behind him as he followed Jenna out the front door.

Logan

It was nearly a half hour later when Hunter returned to the Lacrosse House—alone. Logan watched as he removed his jacket and headed up the stairs.

“Hey, babe, I gotta use the bathroom,” Logan said, peeling himself away from Andrea. Unsure of his next move, he made his way up the stairs. All he knew was that the urge to see Hunter consumed him over the last few days.

The deserted second floor increased his nerves as he stood near the bathroom door, waiting for the sound of a toilet flush. Once the door cracked open, he forced himself into the bathroom, pushing Hunter in and locking the door behind them.

“What are you—” Hunter started, but Logan’s forceful push pinned him against the wall behind the door. Logan leaned his face forward, eyes smoldering with intensity while feeling adrenaline coursing through his veins. Inches from each other’s faces, he glanced at Hunter’s mouth and then back up at his narrow, blue eyes. Hunter’s tense posture relaxed, and his lips parted as Logan grew nearer.

A tender moment ensued as their foreheads touched and their noses lightly brushed together. Time seemed to slow down and speed up all at once.Logan brushed his tongue against Hunter’s trembling lips, slowly wedging them open. Hunter hesitantly invited it in.

Logan shivered at the feel of Hunter’s wet tongue lapping against his, massaging it in small waves. This was what he’d been waiting for, what he wasn’t able to do in the cold, empty theater. Logan’s tongue plunged deeper into Hunter’s mouth, moaning softly when feeling his erection pressing against Hunter’s bulge separated by his athletic shorts.

Logan’s cock throbbed at the feel of two large hands cradling his plump ass. Hunter sucked on Logan’s bottom lip, nibbling on it while Logan slid his hand under Hunter’s shirt and across the ripples of his tight abs. Their kissing grew careless, smacking sounds echoing off the walls as they devoured one another.

“Shh,” Hunter cautioned, pulling back with a grin, biting his bottom lip. Logan turned his head to the side, giving Hunter a full view of his long, inviting neck. He wrapped his arms around Hunter’s head and pulled him in, feeling lips, tongue, and teeth scraping against his warm skin.

“Bite me,” Logan whispered between audible gasps. Hunter’s tight grip enclosed around his neck, and swiftly turned Logan’s body, the back of Logan’s head slamming against the wall. He cupped his chin, burying his tongue inside Logan’s mouth and crushed their hips together.

“You’re not in charge.” Hunter growled, before running his tongue over Logan’s lips.

Logan stuck a hand by his lap, wedging it between their hips, and gave Hunter’s dick a firm grab over his pants. “Holy shit.” He gasped.

Hunter bucked his hips back, away from Logan’s hold. “Did you hear that?”

Logan shook his head, lost in a haze. The world could’ve been ending outside for all he cared. He watched Hunter pry himself away, head to the sink, and splash water on his face. He didn’t want to move from where he stood against the wall, hoping that Hunter would come back and kiss him again.

Hunter turned, took one last look at Logan, and headed out the door.

Shit. I took it too far.

Hunter

It was hard for Hunter to pull away, but he somehow managed, wiping his mouth and adjusting his hair before stepping into the hallway.

“Where the fuck is Jenna?” Nathan yelled when he reached the bottom of the stairs. “You fucking asshole.” Nathan pinned Hunter against the wall, raising his fist.

Anger formed around Hunter’s eyes, pushing him back with brute force. “I don’t fucking know. Fuck you!”

“You fucked her, didn’t you, you fucking prick!”

Logan hastily rushed down the stairs and attempted to wedge between them. “Calm down.”

Nathan looked up the stairs. “She’s upstairs, isn’t she?”

“Nate, there’s no one up there. Check for yourself,” Logan said, spreading himself in front of Hunter like a human shield.

“Jenna went home,” one of the girls said.

Attempting to circumvent Logan, Nathan grabbed at Hunter’s neck. “I saw you with her.”

Hunter swatted Nathan’s arm away. “Get the fuck away from me, man. Fucking your slut girlfriend would be like fucking every guy on the team.”

With a sudden burst of anger, Nathan forcefully pushed Logan aside and launched himself at Hunter, delivering a fierce punch to his face that caused his lip to bleed. Hunter hit back, the sight of his knuckles connecting with Nathan’s cheek sending a jolt of satisfaction through him. Two or three other teammates pulled them apart.

Fueled with adrenaline, Hunter grabbed his jacket in a huff, and the sudden weight of Logan’s hand on his shoulder made him tense. “Get off me, I’m fine.” He stomped across the living room and out the front door.

Logan

It was nearly half-past midnight when Logan entered the room. He could tell by Hunter’s stillness and shallow breaths that he was wide awake, his mind most likely consumed by recent events. The two of them usually went to bed around two in the morning most nights, watching movies or goofing off.

“That was some night, huh?” Logan asked Hunter. Silence. Wanting to bring up the kiss, but unsure how, he wondered what Hunter would do if he slipped into bed beside him. Instead, he turned off the light and climbed into his own bed. “Can’t wait for Aspen … I can help you study for midterms if you want.” Hunter didn’t respond. “So, the story is I’m in Idaho, and Great Aunt Tessa is dying,” Logan continued. “I was thinking we would take one car back home, is that cool? No point in us driving two separate cars. And by one car I mean your nice Beamer. We can split shifts.”

“Negative. No one touches my baby. It’s two hours. I think I got it.”

Logan usually had so much to talk about, and, oddly, was at a loss for words. He worried he took it all too far, the kiss, the dick-grab. What if he’s into Jenna now?

“You know, Nate is crazy for thinking you fucked Jenna the slut,” Logan said.

“I walked her to her car while she had a cigarette. She asked me to sit inside with her … to talk. I did. She blew me and then rode me until she came.” Hunter recounted his story mechanically.

“I hope you wore a condom. Did you come?”

“Yes, I did, and no. I wasn’t even horny.”

Logan belted a forced laugh. “So, are you into her? You can tell me if you are.”

“What? No way. Why are you asking me that? I’ll probably never speak to her again. We fucked, she came, that’s the end of that. We hardly spoke.”

“Alright,” Logan said, smiling to himself, wondering if Hunter was thinking of their kiss or his time with Jenna. “So pumped for Aspen.”