Part 1: Oddity

Darren's POV

Just saying he was weird wouldn't have done him justice. Renting out a dorm space didn't seem like a bad idea, at least Daniel didn't think so. They were big enough to be apartments, having a kitchen, bathroom, and three bedrooms. Catch was, we needed at least three people, one more than what Daniel and I had in mind.

The guy we found was a second year Music/Art Major, and he came across as extremely cool when we first met. I'd heard of him around campus before, he was one of those that everyone talks about and longs to be. He wagged off Phys Ed by lifting weights, slacked work by messing with his compositions, and just generally sluffed math. Whatever his reasons, he was the ultra-chilled mate we asked to fill the other room. He was game, giving me one of those million-volt smiles that no one could miss.

"No worries mate. It's a total chillers situation."

I didn't have any thoughts about him until the first morning after he came in. I went to wake him up only to find him busily sketching at his desk. He called me in, and I couldn't help but gasp at his choice of artwork that he had on display. The human form was always interesting to me...Daniel even knew that, but I was no artist. He seemed focused on the male form, most nudes, but strangely modest. A carefully placed hand, a darkened shadow...They certainly weren't 'G' rated, but oddly enough, I wouldn't have called it porno, though it was enough to let the mind imagine.

Okay, so it's time to come clean. Daniel and I had been in a heavy relationship, and we weren't totally cool with having another guy, much less another straight guy, living with us. After a week of heated debate, we decided it didn't matter because most people already knew about us.

Of course there were rumors about our dear artist, rumors that he favored anyone who turned his glance, men and women alike, but one can't believe everything they hear. So when I saw the art, I started jumping to my own conclusions, each seeming utterly better than the last. When he finally said something, I was so immersed in my day dream that I didn't even notice.

"Hey, Earth to Darren...Anyone home mate?"

"Ummm, yeah...Just..ahh...checking out the artwork. I need to talk to you about something though."

He cocked his head a little bit, confusion fading quickly to clarity in his blue-gray eyes. If I wasn't so loyal to Daniel, I would have jumped him that moment.

"The rumors right? I was wondering when you'd ask about it..."

"Well, yeah...And then I was wondering if you could tell me what you've heard about Daniel and I..."

He motioned for me to sit on the edge of his bed as he scribbled his name on his latest work. He regarded me as you would a child, but I didn't mind it at all.

"What can I say Mr. Hayes? I've heard it all...Why you've been looking for a smaller place on campus...I'm guessing that Daniel is more your choice of study?"

I blushed, I could feel the blood surging to my face. He did know...Oh, did he know...

"Yeah...He had been for quite a while. But we were...I was..ummm...wondering more about you...We hear so much, but we never know for sure."

He passed a smile as he bit his bottom lip.

"Well, they do talk about me, don't they? Women like the outward ruggedness, but they lose interest when I start having a conversation. I'm just too deep a thinker. Men are wondrous buggers who want a go, but I lose interest that far in..."

He motioned towards the sketches, which no longer held their small amount of innocence. A passionate artist who lost the emotion in relationships. What I would have given to go to him then...Let him do to me as he had done with the rest, but so much more.

"So, what? The kit comes off long enough for you to sketch them..."

"Then a nice, 'Sorry mate, no can do.' It happens all the time. But yes Darren, I am Bi-sexual."

There was a soft coughing noise behind me, and I turned to see Daniel in the doorway.

"Aren't you supposed to be to math by now Dan?"

He glanced at me, shaking his head.

"No, got cancelled. So did your Trig class next hour Damen. I just came back to see if we had time for a decent breakfast when I heard you two talking. I'm sorry you haven't had the experience you were looking for Damen...Maybe sometime soon huh?"

Damen rolled his eyes, lifting his hand, then searching for the watch that wasn't there. From the kitchen, a muffled alarm began to sound as he leapt from his chair, pushing Dan out of the doorway. I heard him open the freezer, the alarm bleeping angrily at him as he fumbled the cold watch onto his wrist. I saw Dan's expression as he watched a shiver running up his back.

"You put your watch in the freezer?"

"Yep..."

That's where it all started. Yes, Damen had a fetish for cold things, just like his confidence. He came back in, pressing the watch against his chest with his other hand. Daniel kept a close eye on him.

"Almost didn't catch it in time. Battery will quit out after a while."

Daniel crooked an eyebrow.

"Why did you put your watch in the freezer?"

"Personal reason, but I'll let you in on it. Chilled metal just has something about it...Like cold guitar strings...they just feel good. The watch is just my morning fix."

"Let me get this straight, you get horny over cold metal?"

"Ever been threatened with a chilled knife?"

"No."

Daniel's tone went suddenly flat. He wasn't enjoying the topic.

"Okay...Well, some people get off on different things, and well, metal is mine."

"Apples...apples make me horny...I don't know why."

All eyes switched to me and I blushed again. I hadn't meant to blurt it out, but it had just happened.

"Honestly Dan, you act like nothing does it for you."

Damen chuckled as Dan shot us both looks.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Oh come on...you're a guitar player, I know your type. Fifty bucks says that you've gotten a hard on while playing at least once since you started here..."

Now Dan was turning colors, and I knew the answer. Quiet little Jonesy was having even more fun with his guitar then people thought.

"How about I admit it and pick up the tab for breakfast?"

Part 2: The Plague That Is Class

Damen's POV

I wandered into class with Darren at my side after a very eventful morning of chatting and learning, and not in a way I suppose Darren was after. I did enjoy music class, more possibly than art, but who was I to say anything as long as I got to miss out on Trig for the third time in a row. I hadn't really noticed Darren was in the music class because I was already set into a different room for most of my studies, but I figured to stick with him for a while to see what he was like in class.

I frowned at my watch as it happily tick-tocked at me now that it had been warmed through. Because of Dan, I hadn't had time to return it to the freezer during lunch to chill it out again, so I took it off and started playing with it as the rest of the class came in, Darren and I sitting in a back corner talking quietly.

"Those sketches, I mean, geez mate. If I could sketch like that, I wouldn't be sitting in a class room learning something I'm never going to use..."

"Are you nuts?! Music is my life...Art was just a cool hobby I started, but the fact that I've been able to take a double major and hit both in one go is reason enough for being here."

"Then what do you play? That is if you play anything..."

Darren's eyes dropped away from me, like he had said something wrong. I realized that because of what I had said that morning, most likely everything he said he was trying to think over as hard as possible to make it not sound like something else. Poor guy...I'm not that gutter-minded.

"Guitars and keyboards mate. I just haven't had time to move them into the dorms yet. I've heard you do the singing though...I never stay in here, I'm always over in one of the practice rooms."

He looked back up at me as the Professor walked in, grumbling under his breath. It wasn't looking like it was going to be a pleasant hour, and I began to wonder if I should just ask Darren along when I went off on my own. I was about to say something when I was singled out.

"Mr. Gene..."

"Yes Professor Crawford?"

"You were supposed to be here last night for security on your Work Pay. Where were you?"

"Moving into a new dorm. I'm sorry, I had completely forgotten."

"At this rate, Mr. Gene, you will not pay off your loan, and even more than that, there was a break in during your shift. Damage repairs for the vandalism will be tacked on to the amount you already owe to the school. Do not let it happen again."

I pressed my lips together, clenching my teeth. Sure, it always happens to the one guy who misses one night of work duty. Damn it all, perfect first impression to Darren, and I was sure that Daniel would be hearing about it shortly.

"You will also be pulling a double shift tonight. Do not wag out or I will be forced to come find you."

Double shift on a Monday night?! My eyes went wide, my mouth flapping like a near dead fish.

"Double Mr. Crawford? But I have double English first thing in the morning!"

"Then I guess you'll be wearing your uniform to class in the morning. Serves you right for being so inconsiderate to the student body."

He sternly faced the rest of the class for the first time.

"Today will be independent study. Go to work."

Darren was left nearly forgotten as I retreated into the comfort of what was 'my' music room. It was more the storage closet, but all three of my guitars fit nicely inside.

I slumped down to the floor, snapping a guitar pick in half out of frustration. Not only would I have homework, I'd be working all night with no chance at sleep, or (sniff) freezing my watch.

"Just listen to yourself...All these problems and all you can think about is that damned watch!"

I was so disgusted with myself that I simply sat, legs pulled up and rested my chin on my knees. I tried reasoning with my mind after a few minutes.

"You shouldn't be so worried. People want to be you for a reason, and it's not because of your sexual preference...You're a campus officer, law keeper. You're talented beyond belief. It's all about you mate, you bloody piece of work!"

A gentle tapping came from the door as Darren popped his head in.

"Hey mate...Want to talk? I'm a good listener, I promise...Daniel has problems like this all the time."

Darren's POV

Damen was cowering into the corner of a storage room, chanting to himself quietly when I came in. I could tell he was hurt, and I was sure that the conversation we had over breakfast hadn't helped in the least. Daniel kept dropping hints that maybe Damen wasn't worth the fuss that people made over him, calling him Fresh Meat and Jail Bait, but he always did that. If he had known that he'd been dealing with a member of Campus Security, maybe he wouldn't have gone so far.

Damen now eyed me quietly.

"I guess I should start at the beginning. I grew up out in the dregs, in a little two-room shack. Even the dirt was richer than we were. Dad tried to work, and I can't count how many times I starved so he could eat to keep his strength and energy. The money he earned rarely came home though because most of it went to his boozing. He's come home drunk, sane enough not to harm the woman he loved so dearly, but not enough to spare the boy who was simply there. He beat me to within an inch of my life before mum got him away long enough to get me help. Two weeks in a hospital room didn't cool his temper, and he beat me again as soon as I got home. That was the last time I saw him, I was only nine, but death seemed to be looming..."

As he talked, his voice began to waver, a tear coming to his eye as he finally dropped his gaze, digging his face into his knees. I imagined that he didn't come out with this that often, and I got the feeling that I was blessed to be this close to him.

"She abandoned me in town,, left me there like some old doll that no one wanted. The fact that I am here at the Uni would surprise anyone...I was just some kid that no one cared about...Funny how much you find out about yourself when things are so bad...I did start school, did really well. Maxed out on my tests, and found I had talents in areas I would have never dreamed. So this is where I am now...I had to take an enormous loan to come here, and trying to pay it off is killing me. I work Security as a way to blanch the costs, but as Mr. Crawford proved today, it's not looking to good for me."

He kept his head lowered as he faded off. I took a few steps towards him, kneeling down in front of him and bringing his head up to look at me. His eyes were so bright, so capturing, pulling me closer. Before I realized what we were doing, our lips met, his tongue brushing against my lips....

Part 3: Three a Crowd?

Daniel's POV

I watched the clock on the wall as the time slowly crept by, irritating the hell out of me. I said I'd meet up with Darren after third hour, but waiting that long was enough to kill me. It was like time had slowed to almost a standstill while I sat there, my history paper unwritten on my desk. Another assignment I'd have to 'late night' to make up, but for Darren, it was worth it.

The bell rang suddenly, breaking me from my boredom induced trance, and I bolted out the door, eager to find my love. I slowed to a walk as I entered the Arts building, taking the stairs two at a time up to the second floor landing, trying to act calm as I pushed through the Music room door. Looking around, I couldn't see him, but I knew he hadn't left, his bag was still sitting by his usual seat. Poking my head into various doors and rooms, I went looking for him, just in case he hadn't heard the bell over the playing. As I neared the last door, I could hear soft whispers wafting out.

"Daniel's going to be coming anytime...He said he was going to come get me, we both have Bio next hour..."

"That's no fun. Think he'd mind if I took you to Art with me?"

"Damen...I..I'm not sure if this was a mistake...I don't want you to think anything bad of me, it's just that...well...Daniel is my heart and soul..."

"Darren, I'd never try to come between you..."

I didn't wait to hear any more as I knocked softly on the door and opened it, stepping inside. They were both sitting on the floor in the back of what looked like a supply closet. They both looked at me, Damen raising his head from it's resting place on his knees, Darren stretching his legs to get up. I held out a hand to help Darren up, glancing back to Damen who looked almost ill sitting all balled up in the corner. His eyes were cloudy, dark even as he met my gaze then looked to Darren.

"You coming with, Damen?"

"No, my class doesn't start for another fifteen minutes, and it's just down the hall. Just thought I'd sit here for a minute or two...Think about what I'm going to have to do tonight and tomorrow to stay awake..."

Darren looked slightly crestfallen at the answer, a little too emotional for my liking. He left to grab his bag, and I was left with Damen, both of us watching as he walked out the door.

"What were you two doing in here like this? If you were making a move on him I'll..."

"How dare you think such a thing...I didn't spend all morning with you to take away your pride and joy ok. If anything, he knows more about me than I really should have come out with. Nothing happened, alright?"

A brilliant flash had brightened his eyes as he glared at me, his tone becoming very livid.

"If nothing happened, why are you acting this way?"

"Because it wasn't him...that slag Professor Crawford has put me on a full night shift tonight. Don't plan on me coming back in the morning."

I gave him an off look as Darren came back, pulling me away from Damen.

"Come on, we'll be late. Cya later Damen."

He looped his arm around my shoulders as we made our way across the campus and out to the Sciences quarter.

"So Darren, just what was going on in there?"

"Nothing Jonesy...Crawford laid into him in front of the class, something that should have been done in private, and he wasn't doing too well. Then I found out what he's been through. Just being able to stand here looking at this place is a miracle for him...and I think there are some things that we don't know that we really should."

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but this guy...I just think he's no good. Who normally has a fetish for cold metal?"

"Daniel, who normally makes out with his guitar?"

He dropped his arms to his sides, looking at me questioningly.

"Well?"

"Alright, so I'm not normal, and neither is he, but what if he makes a move?"

Darren instantly grew a goofy, lop-sided grin.

"What if he does? What if it's on you? Since when was three a bad number for you, Daniel Jones?"

I could feel my face grow hot as his eyes ghosted over me, nodding and making little affirmative noises.

"Ahha...That's what I thought. You can't fool me for a second. You may be overly jealous if someone's with me, but if you are in on it, then there's no worries. Isn't that right?"

I dropped my gaze and started away again, hoping to make it to class in time. He grabbed my shoulder forcefully, pulling me around and making me focus on him.

"Right?"

I sigh deeply, realizing he's not going to drop the subject.

"Yes, alright, fine. No worries...He said not to expect him back in the morning, what's going on?"

We started walking again, now almost certainly late for class, but I could care less. Why be named Waggin if you never ditch or show up late?

"Well, he's Campus Security late nights, and we kept him from work moving him in last night. So he's got to pull an all nighter to make up for it. And from what I heard, he's got your English class in the morning."

"He doesn't pay much attention to other people in class, does he?"

"I guess not...Not that you're ever there anyway..."

Damen's POV

What a bloody nightmare. I ran into the Art Lab, slid into my chair with just enough time to pull out the new sketch I had finished and have it ready to be displayed. The situation with Darren was an interesting one, and planned to be even more so if what he said about Daniel was true. Jealous? Sure, up until he was invited along. What a snog...

"Damen, or shall we say Mr. Gene, this is a very interesting sketch if I may say so. Your ability to capture the human form is amazing to say the least. What will you be calling this? Or will it be named after the person who posed?"

"Well, he didn't really pose, but I'll call it 'Stan' if that's alright with you..."

"You know, he looks familiar to me...Maybe I've seen him around campus?"

"You might have. All it takes is one good look and I have the image imbedded in my mind."

"That's wonderful. If you don't mind, I'd like to show the class then put it on display. You've grasped the concept rather well."

Mr. Brennen carefully picked up the sketch, looking it over before presenting it to the class.

"Students, I am recognizing Damen Gene as our Artistic Merit Scholar. He has no idea, or rather had no idea, but the Arts Board has been constantly admiring his work, and after seeing his latest creation, there is no doubt in my mind that he will represent this college aptly. Presenting his newest work, 'Stan'."

What technical flare...I hated it. Anyway, the sketch was posted on the headboard in front of the class so everyone could see it. Inside I was hoping and preying to God that no one would fully recognize who the sketch was, and the name, what a clever cover for who it really was. Things went well for a few minutes until one of the students approached to get a better view of the piece. He looked at me suddenly, waving for one of his female friends to come see it too. I closed my eyes as she gasped loudly, the room growing silent.

"Damen! This is Darren Hayes!"

Part 4: Uniform Honesty

Damen's POV

I slunk back into my dorm room after sitting in that Art class for what seemed like eternity. So, someone had recognized who it was in the sketch, and instantly rumors went flying through the class.

"Are you sleeping with him?"

"Did he really pose for this?"

"Have you ever seen him nude?"

It was like I had been arrested and was standing trial, all the rapid fire questions. I simply turned them down, one by one, every student until I was able to leave. What a way to start the week, from bad to worse. It could have only happened for me.

I was dressing in my uniform when Darren and Daniel came back, the door quietly clicking shut as Darren poked his head in my door, watching me button my shirt.

"Hmmm, always liked a man in uniform. How are you holding up energy wise?"

"I'm wiped...I'll be lucky if I last long enough to even patrol."

Daniel appeared a second later, resting his chin on Darren's shoulder.

"There was quite an event over at the Art building on our way back...Some people were talking about you, and gasping at Darren..."

Darren put a hand up to Daniel's lips, telling him to stop, but he wouldn't.

"Mind telling your new roommates what's going on?"

I tucked the tail of my shirt in, grabbing my badge off of the desk.

"Alright, you want to know? I sketched him...for an assignment...and it was very well done to say the least."

"And???"

"And, well, it got recognized...I'm the Art Merit Scholar, and they posted the sketch..."

Darren looked at me, an odd look of understanding creeping in. Dan was still confused about the situation.

"So, you're saying that rumors are starting up about me and you because of this sketch you did?"

"Yeah, basically..."

"Sounds like I need to see this sketch."

I grimaced a little, it didn't sound like a good idea to me at the time.

"Look, I go on duty at ten, but if you want to come by the Art building at midnight I'll sneak you in. They probably are putting up a display right now anyway, and the students will be buzzing even more if you go to see it while they're all around."

Daniel suddenly got a disappointed look on his face, and I could only imagine what he had planned on doing. Darren ran a slow hand through his partners hair, kissing his cheek softly.

"Don't worry, you can come too. I'm sure Damen won't mind...Right?"

"Chillers mate, and if anyone does catch us, I'll just say that I'm taking you back here. No problem at all...Besides, I don't think anyone will worry, I am security after all."

"Alright, I'm going to fix dinner...You two play nice."

Darren sauntered off towards the kitchen as Daniel came in and sat on the edge of my bed, a smile creeping on his face.

"I can't believe you did that? What was going through your mind?"

"What? When I drew it or when I turned it in?"

"Both...I mean, when did you start the thing?"

"Three weeks ago. Like I told Brennen, all I need is one good look and I can draw the person if they are in front of me or not. I think I saw him trying to play basketball in Phys Ed, the courts are right outside the Weight Room windows, so I was watching him. Didn't really phase me until he took off his shirt, then the wheels in my head just started turning..."

"And now your little dream is being displayed for the entire campus to see?"

"Well, only if they want, but you know, it is a very sexy picture of him...One I'm sure you would enjoy immensely."

I gazed into his emerald eyes, keeping him locked to me. I stepped closer to him, my boots clicking slightly as I kneeled down beside him, placing a hand on his knee, the other on my own. He took a deep swallow at the contact, but made no move to pull away from me.

"Can I call you Jonesy?"

"Yes..."

The answer came in a whisper, barely audible to my ears. His voice had dropped.

"You know, I've been watching you...I think I could sketch you, make you famous..."

I moved closer, pulling myself up to his ear.

"You may think I don't know, but I could pleasure you in ways you'd never dream...."

I ran my hand up his leg as he turned to me, a shiver running up his spine.

"Anywhere in that building where we couldn't be seen?"

"Surveillance Room...no cameras in there..."

I gently brushed my fingers over his crotch, a slight bulge making itself apparent. He licked his lips, leaning in slowly until our lips met, his tongue begging entrance. I opened my mouth slowly, his warm tongue teasing mine until we pulled apart. His eyes were growing darker as I smiled. Leaning my head against his, he breathed deeply.

"Daniel, I thought you wouldn't go for someone like me..."

"I want you both...Damen...Darren and I had a talk this afternoon..."

"Shh...I need to check on him...Take a shower and fix your problem. Bring him tonight, and meet me in front of the Art Center at midnight. And...bring 'supplies' if you know what I mean."

"Yeah...I will...How...how can you be so honest, yet seem so, I don't know, devil in disguise?"

"It's all in the uniform Jonesy, all in the uniform..."

I got up, giving him another quick kiss before moving out to the kitchen where Darren was busily working on some fish that I had gotten the day before.

"Is Daniel ok?"

"Yeah, he's just going to grab a shower."

He smiled at me, one that could melt your heart, and then went back to cooking. What a night this was going to be...

Daniel's POV

All about the uniform? Damn straight there was something about that uniform, but I think it was more in how mysterious he was. One second I was pissed because I thought he was making a move on Darren, the next I'm in his room, on his bed, being kissed like nothing before. Whoever said three was a crowd obviously didn't live like I did...Hell, three just meant all the more fun.

I stepped into the shower, already painfully hard just thinking about what we were going to do, in a public building no less. I slipped a hand down my chest, across my stomach as the warm water wound down, bathing my skin. My cock pulsed as I wrapped my fingers around it gently, moaning softly as I closed my eyes and envisioned Darren there, his hand and not my own. *Stroking gently, Darren smiled at me, Damen walking up behind him. Darren lowered himself down to his knees, his lips brushing against the tip as Damen pulled his hungry mouth to mine, searing me. He dropped his hand down, caressing my sac as Darren continued up, sucking on it and pulling more in. I moaned into Damen's mouth as his tongue played with mine, tangling and dancing together. I grabbed Damen by the nape of the neck, holding him to me while the other tangled in Darren's hair, thrusting him further onto my cock. He deep-throated me, and it was all I could take.* I clinched my eyes tighter as I spurted stream after stream of cum against the tiled wall.

"Oh my GOD! DARREN! DAMEN! OHHHHhhhh...."

I lost my voice as I collapsed against the tile, sliding down into the tub in a heap. Calming myself, I watched as the water washed the thick liquid down the drain and into oblivion.

"That was intense...Oh God..."

The shock of what had just happened raged over me, and then the fact that I had yelled at them both at the top of my lungs in orgasm...So loud that they were probably laughing hysterically in the kitchen knowing exactly what I was doing in there. I started laughing myself at how unrealistic the whole situation was. We had only known him for two days, and I was already falling hard, Darren no doubt not far behind.

Darren's POV

I glanced over at Damen sitting at the table when a yell erupted from the shower, Damen dropping is pencil as he heard his name.

"Did he just say what I though he said?"

I chuckled. Normally, it was just my name he cried out in the throws of passion, but this time it was two, and Damen looked almost startled.

"Yeah he did...Any reason to why he would have done that?"

"Well...ummm...I...ahhh..."

He stumbled for words, his eyes darting around the room.

"Damen? Answer please..."

He cleared his throat, putting his concentration back to the paper in front of him.

"He ahh...I...we kissed...and well...he had a...problem...and ahh...I told him to...ahh...go take care of it. So he went to take a shower...and I suppose that would be the reason that...he...ummmm...screamed my name?"

I put a hand on my hip, looking at him and tapping my foot on the floor.

"Is that all you did? He's in there yelling like you screwed his brains out...At least you're honest about it. So many others would just chase around the point."

Damen crumpled the paper on the table and stormed off mumbling.

"Damn this uniform..."

I shook my head as he walked out. It wasn't fun to be frustrated, but there must have been something more behind what was going on then he was willing to give me. True, he did look good in that black uniform, but he did the job of turning me on without it just fine.

I went back to checking dinner, making sure it didn't burn when Daniel emerged with nothing but a towel around his waist.

"I'm glad we don't have to use the public showers anymore."

He wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck.

"Dinner coming ok?"

"Yeah...Weren't you a little vocal in there?"

He grinned and laughed.

"You heard me?"

"Yes, Damen did too right before he dropped his pencil and lost his conversation. It true that you kissed him?"

"We kissed, yes. You aren't mad are you? If you are I'll say that he started it..."

"No Dan, I'm not mad...I..I kissed him too, in that back room you found us in. I didn't really want it to mean anything, but it did...and he's just so...well, I guess you know..."

He sighed, his chest pressing into my back.

"So, where did he go?"

"To his room I think. He stormed out of here when I told him I was glad he was honest..."

"Oh, the uniform..."

He leaned away from me, moving towards the table where the paper still sat, wadded up. He opened it, smiling broadly.

"What were you two talking about out here?"

"Not much, why?"

He held it up to show me what was scrawled across the sheet. I had seen cartooning like that before, but this looked almost realistic in the way he had done it. Damen sat in a chair, intensely watching Daniel and I screwing each other. I pulled the fish off the heat, putting them into the oven as I wandered over to get a closer look. The expression sketched on the faces was so clear, so full of love and lust it was unbelievable.

"He must have a hell of a lot on his mind..."

"Or a lot of something...not all in his mind..."

"Daniel!"

"What? It's the truth...I bet he gets off on sketching stuff like this..."

"Just like you get off being around him..."

"Just like you..."

I bit my lower lip, tapping fingers on the table as he stared at me deeply.

"Alright...alright...so we both have feelings for him...What else is new?"

"Darren..."

"Fine, I'll go check on him...You go get dressed. You're part of the problem too."

Part Five: Welcome to the Dorm...

Darren's POV

His door was slightly ajar as I walked down the hall, stopping in front of it. I pushed it open slowly, looking around the room. His uniform was once more neatly folded over the back of his desk chair where he left it. He was in his bed, buried under the covers, facing the wall so I really couldn't see much more than the back of his head poking out.

"Something wrong Damen?"

"No, not at all...things are just peachy..."

His tone was sarcastic and strained. I could see him moving his arm slightly, his head ducking down further.

"Doing alright then?"

"Ummm, yep...Just thought I'd curl up for a nice nap before work...You know, have to keep the energy and...stamina up."

"Then I guess I'll leave you to it then...No sense in bothering you..."

I turned back to the hall, about to walk out when he released a repressed moan. Damned if he wasn't wanking off with me standing there in his room watching him. He wasn't stopping as I decided to step closer, my hand reaching out for his shoulder. When I touched his skin, it felt like a bolt of lightening racing through me, his head whipping around to see me.

"I'm a bit busy here...Do you mind?"

I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. I stepped closer, running a hand beneath the covers and down his chest. He jerked under my touch, rolling onto his back to give me better access.

"I just want to help you Damen. You know, you've got the both of us hanging on your every word."

"Where is Jonesy?"

"Getting dressed. He won't mind, trust me. This one is a 'welcome to the dorm' pressie from me."

I pulled back, shutting the door and locking it. He instantly whimpered at the loss of presence, reaching one hand out from under the blanket to call me back.

"I want to see you before I help you..."

My voice absolutely dripped with sex, and the effect blared in his eyes. He slowly moved his feet to drag the blanket down and off of his frame. One hand hung limply off the side of the bed, the other still clutching his cock as he was uncovered, his wonderfully tanned body laid out before me. I licked my lips, my eyes savoring him. His muscles were so well defined, toned by the hours he spent in the Weight Room instead of on the field during Phys Ed. His chest lifted with every semi-labored breath he took, his gaze catching me. Bright blue surrounded his dilated pupils, making them seem to glow in the shadows that were starting to overtake his room. My eyes drifting lower, back to the cock that was so hard in it's owners hands, dripping slightly at the head. A glint of light reflected off the base, a metal cock ring placed solidly below his grasp. Suddenly, I felt a heavy urge to touch it, him, everything that he was.

He moaned as I pushed his hand up and off of his erection, feeling the ring and it's coldness bite at me. This I should have known, the cold metal thing again. He shuddered as I wrapped my fingers around him, digging his own into his sheets as I stroked my thumb across his slit. He arched his back, thrusting his hips up to me.

"Trying to sleep huh? Guess you aren't so honest after all..."

"I'm...not...in...the...uniform..."

He struggled with his words, choking them out in a strained tone.

"And that sketch that was on the table?"

I moved over him, sliding my hand down and my mouth closer to his tip.

"What....has...been...planned...for...tonight."

"Oh really...Who planned?"

"Daniel....and....I..."

I smiled, taking him into my mouth, running my tongue around him, tasting the velvet hardness. Taking more of him in, I began moving on him, holding his hips down as he lost control.

"Oh God Darren..."

He moaned again, moving his hands to my hair, controlling himself not to pull me to him. I took him deep, cupping his balls in my hand and massaging them as he started to tense.

"I..can't...I'm..gonna...ahhhhh....."

He released himself down my throat as I swallowed greedily, sucking him harder as he came. He released his grasp as he ebbed, breathing hard , his eyes wide. I licked him over once more, cleaning him before I kissed him, letting him taste the salty sweetness that was his essence. Pulling the ring off of his now-limp cock, I put it in my pocket before pulling the blanket back over him.

"Now you sleep. I'll put the ring and your watch in the freezer for you...I'm sure you'll want them later."

"Thank you Darren..."

"You're very welcome. Thank you as well."

I watched as his eyelids drooped, letting him fade off to sleep. I turned away, unlocking the door and quietly shutting it behind me as Daniel stood waiting.

"Is he worth it?"

"Every bit."

"Finished dinner for you."

"Knew you would..."

"Can I taste?"

I smiled as I kissed him, letting his tongue enter and search as he pleased. He pulled back licking his lips.

"Hmmm, very flavorful indeed. Do I get some tonight?"

"If you're good Jonesy, only if you're good..."