Alliance of Gay Students

Spencer squeezed my ass as my tongue caressed his lips, and I felt his cock throb and release.

I was surprised to find that I was still laying on top of Spencer when I awoke the next morning. I kissed him and tried to move, but his seed had glued us together. He stirred awake.

“Are we stuck?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I think your sperm is part gorilla glue.

“Well, get unstuck,” he chuckled. “Your breath is awful.”

I poked him in the side. “Yeah, well yours smelled like rotted skunk.” I pushed up and felt the ripping of thousands of hair follicles.

“Shit, Ryan, that’s worse than getting waxed.”

“I wouldn’t know; I’ve never been waxed. Getting waxed is for fags and pussies. Which are you?” I rubbed my hand against my belly. I saw tears in Spencer’s eyes. “Hey. I’m teasing.”

“I know. It just hurts like shit.”

“Grab a robe and shower. I don’t want to be late for class.”

As I sat through my Monday classes, I felt out of sync. It was difficult to put my finger on, but my concentration was off. I wished I hadn’t promised Al and Todd that I’d meet them for lunch. Al wanted to go to McDonalds for a McRib. Todd had never had one, and to be honest, I absolutely loved them. Spencer had to meet with a professor, so I had no excuse. Plus, I really loved those McRib sandwiches.

My brain seemed to be in a fog; I can’t say that I had a headache, but I kept rubbing my forehead. My skin felt ‘tight.’ No other description really fit what I was feeling. My first two glasses suffered some type of time dilation, and I felt myself get nervous as they took so long to end. Finally, we were dismissed and it was time to head to calculus.

I walked into the lecture hall and saw Spencer already seated. I hated math class now. Spencer and I had promised not to sit next to one another as part of the plan never to be together on campus. The effort not to look over at him fatigued me. Al told me to concentrate on the fact that I’d get to see him after lunch. It was good advice, but I had trouble remembering it when he sat twenty feet away from me and ignored me like a pro. I tried to convince myself that spending the night together should make it easier to spend the day apart, but it was a lie. Even if I just got to touch his hand, I’d be able to get through class more easily, but he glared at me as I approached him.

“Asshole,” I heard him say it quite clearly, so did most of the students within fifteen feet of him.

“Fucking loser,” I said back, and then I walked to a seat on the other side of the room. I hated sitting alone. At least I kept busy taking notes as the professor walked us through a few new derivations and their applications. We were given an assignment, and class was dismissed. I went outside and walked to the bench under an old live oak tree. To the east, I could just see the pavilion in front of the student union building. I thought back to the night I’d met Alvin. I’d met Todd that night, too. I would have never pictured them as a couple.

But a couple they were, and they were inseparable. Any chance they had to be together, they were together. I’d asked Al if he ever needed some alone time, and he looked at me as if I were crazy. “I’ve been alone all my life,” he said. “I’ve had enough alone time.”

I love Al. He truly was the brother I wished I’d had while growing up. Spencer loved him, too, and I found out that Spencer had arranged for Al to get braces at a nearby orthodontist. Spencer had used some of his savings to pay for the whole thing, and Al was told that he was eligible for treatment through a charitable organization for low-income college students. Another reason I loved Spencer.

I saw Al and Todd as they walked out onto the pavilion. I got up and headed toward them. We met up on the west side. They were ‘arguing’ about which McDonalds had the best sandwiches.

I poked Al in his still extremely thin belly. “I’m wondering whether you’ve been eating too many sandwiches.”

Todd laughed. “He lost five pounds this month.”

That’s when we heard the first shot, first a bang, and then a ping. The three of us stopped talking as we tried to figure out what it was. With the second shot, a man about twenty feet from us fell to the ground. I grabbed Al’s arm and ran for cover. Todd was right behind us. I heard more shots. I saw stairs leading down to the basement entrance of the building in front of me and had headed toward them when Al fell and I lost my balance.

I went down hard and skidded several feet across the concrete. I never let go of Al’s hand. I turned to pull him up when I saw a splatter of red from Todd and he fell forward on the ground. I began to pull Al along to the steps. I pulled him onto me and down the steps as I looked back at Todd. His open stare was lifeless. I dragged Al down a few more steps before I realized he was bleeding profusely.

“Al, Al?”

He opened his eyes. “I’m cold, Ryan.”

I hugged him. “I love you, Alvin. I’m going to get you help.”

More shots, and then silence.

“I need help,” I shouted.

“I love you, too, Ryan. Where’s Todd?” Alvin closed his eyes and stopped breathing. I held him close to me.

I sat on the steps for more than thirty minutes holding Al. I was able to dig my phone from my bag, but it had broken in the fall. I had stopped calling for help when Al died; no one could help him now. I kept thinking how happy we were just moments before. Tears kept tumbling down my face. And Spence. Where was Spence? I wanted my Spence.

“Mister, are you OK, Mister?”

I looked up at a blurred figure. The figure examined Al.

“It’s too late,” I said.

“What’s his name?”

I saw an EMT badge through the blur. “Alvin Gorsuch. He’s my best friend. His boyfriend was on the ground over there.” I started to sob more loudly.

“What’s your name?” Another man dressed the same way came toward me.

“I’m Ryan Cooper. Todd’s dead, isn’t he?”

“The boy just beyond the steps? Yes, I’m sorry; he is. And this is your friend Alvin?”

“Yeah.”

“Ryan, my name is Steve. My friend Wayne here is going to take care of Alvin for you. I want you to come with me.”

“I don’t want to leave Al all alone,” I sputtered through my tears.

“We won’t leave him alone. Here, take this.” Steve handed me some tissues. “Wipe your nose. I want to take you to my van so I can make sure you’re OK.” Steve said something into his mic.

Wayne and Steve took Alvin from me, and Steve led me back up to the ground. Someone was taking pictures of Todd. I turned away.

“You said his name is Todd. What’s his last name?”

“Nicola.” I said. Then things began to spin, and the world got got dark.

“He’s going down.” I think it was Steve who said it.

I woke up in the back of an ambulance. Steve was smiling at me. “Hey, there. You’re OK. You passed out, but your blood pressure is OK now, and your other vitals are good.”

“I want to sit up.”

“Not yet. I need to treat your legs. You’re pretty badly abraded there.”

I looked down at my legs. Some of the scrapes looked ugly.

“You’re going to have some scars, I’m afraid, but I’ve got them cleaned up. Normally I would have transported you, but the hospital is only taking people at risk of dying. Besides, you don’t need any stitches, just clean bandages and some antibiotics to prevent infection. I used to do stuff like this when I was a physician’s assistant.”

“Thank you. You like this job, don’t you.”

Steve looked up from his work and smiled at me. “Yeah, I like helping people.” I saw his eyes mist. “I’m sorry about your friends.”

“I need to find Spencer, Spencer Greene. I need to know that he’s OK. I need to tell him that Al and Todd are dead.” I began to cry again.

Another man walked to the back of the ambulance. He was also in an EMT uniform. Steve called down to him. “Thornton, can you see if we’ve got any information on a Spencer Greene.”

“No one’s releasing anything, Garrett. Do you need assistance?”

“No, I’ve got this,” Steve called back.

Thornton walked away.

“Can you call his phone?”

“I’m not supposed to, but.” I saw him unlock his phone and hand it to me.

I dialed Spencer’s number. I heard it ring once and then there was Spencer’s voice. “Hello?” There was an air of uncertainty in his voice.

I began to jabber. “Are you OK? Where are you? Oh, Spencer, I love you so much.”

Steve put his hand on my arm. “Take a breath; slow down, let him talk.”

“I’m OK, but I can’t find anybody. Where are you, Ryan?” It sounded as if he had been crying.

“I’m in an ambulance. Your pussy-boy fainted.”

Steve appeared to stifle a laugh. I realized what I had said.

“Which one?”

I looked at Steve. “How can I tell him which ambulance I’m in?”

“Well, we’re done here. I just have some paperwork for you to sign. We can go outside.

I stepped down to the ground. The day had turned cloudy. “I’m near the math building.”

“I’m not far,” said Spencer.

I saw him come around the corner into the little plaza on the west side of the structure. There was police tape up. He waved at me. “There he is, Steve. He’s OK.” I gave Steve a big hug, and then I began to sob again. Spencer was talking to an officer and pointing. Steve waved, a signal I assumed.

“Hey,” said Steve. “You have every right to be happy that your boyfriend is OK, that you’re OK.”

Spencer ran up to me and hugged me. He was crying; I was crying.

“They killed Al and Todd.”

“No,” said Spencer. More tears filled his eyes and spilled onto his cheeks.

“I need to sit down,” I blubbered.

Steve and Spencer took me to a bench. It was the same bench I sat under after math class. That seemed so far long ago. Spencer sat next to me; he held me. My head hurt; my legs hurt, and most of all, my heart hurt.