Boy meets the breakup
Emory stepped out of his dorm room. Kade stepped out of his dorm room. Their eyes met and lingered for a moment. Kade quickly looked away.
“Kade, can we talk?”
“I really don’t want to be late on the first day of the new semester. I’ll catch you later.” He babbled as he rushed off.
Emory watched him disappear down the hall. He began walking through the dorm when he noticed people staring at him. Each step he took made him feel self-conscious. He wasn’t sure why people were staring at him. He cut his eyes at the strange faces as he passed them by.
“Don’t look now, but you’re the topic of conversation,” Eli told him as they walked up and wrapped their arm around Emory’s neck.
“Me? Why?”
“Well, now that all of the student body is back on campus, all anyone can talk about is the pics you and Sam were posting all during Christmas break. The world wants to know if that burning hunk of love is your boyfriend.”
“You’re seriously telling me that people care that much?”
“Hello? Have you seen Sam? Also, have you seen yourself?
A random male student passed them by. As the guy walked by, he couldn’t help but smile at Emory. The attention made Emory blush.
“Hey Emory,” the guy spoke. “I love it when two pretty people date, and you and Sam are so pretty, but together you guys are like hot.”
Emory chuckled. He was completely caught off guard by the comment. The guy turned off before he could deny the “allegations.”
“This is insane!” Emory shouted in disbelief.
“This is your life now, Emory Thorton.”
“They act as if Peter were ugly.”
“Peter was doable.”
“That’s so vain.” He laughed.
“We’re young and queer. Vain is our middle name. Also, it’s a bigger deal because Sam posted you. Now don’t ruin this for me.”
“For you?”
“Yes. As your best friend and fairy queermother, I’m gonna ride the coattails of your newfound popularity right to the top of the social pyramid. Don’t worry, I’ll be here to help guide you along the way and navigate the parasocial snakes out there.”
“Hi Emory,’ a group of girls spoke as they passed by.
Emory held his hand up and waved. He felt out of place with all the attention. The girls smirked and moved along quickly.
“God, I’m going to miss being lame.”
Eli slapped Emory across the back of the neck.
“Ouch. What the fuck?”
Eli shrugged.
“That word is forbidden. Now, since you’re popular and taken, I should probably tell you that I’ve been sleeping with Jacobi.”
Emory’s mouth dropped, and his eyes bulged. “You mother fucker! How am I just now knowing this?”
“I was scared you’d be mad. It happened right before winter break. I came looking for you, queen, and he was all needy and horny.”
Emory burst out laughing and said, “We shared the same dick. Oh my God, I had the dick first, and now you have it. This is amazing. Jacobi is good at what he does. He can really lay some dick.”
“And how would you know that?” Sam’s voice startled them.
Eli and Emory both jumped and turned to face him. Sam had a perplexed look on his face. The two friends glanced at one another.
Emory chuckled lightly, “Remember when I told you I had slept with a few guys. Jacobi, my roommate, was one of those guys.”
Silence!
Sam nodded, and his head slowly and finally broke the silence. “Switch rooms, NOW.”
“What?”
“Sam, you have nothing to worry about. I’m taking care of Jacobi plenty.” Eli informed him.
“Right, and you drain me like every other day,” Emory reminded him in a very flirtatious way.
Sam cleared his throat and said, “Guess I have to make it every day twice a day. “
“Babe, are you jealous?”
Sam’s cheeks instantly began to turn red. Emory found himself turned on by Sam’s jealousy. It was hot. A jealous Sam was proof that Emory finally had someone who wanted him just as much as he wanted them.
“What? No. Maybe. A little. A lot,” Sam answered. His voice was low and jagged.
Emory looked around, and then he began to stroke Sam’s arm. “It’s kind of hot seeing this jealous side of you. You don’t have to be. I only have eyes for you.”
Sam smirked. “You’re lucky that we aren’t public yet. I’d kiss you right here, right now.”
Emory dropped his arm. “Any idea when we will be public?”
“Heading to see Peter now.”
“Good luck, Samuel Horton.”
“Good luck to you as well, Emory Thorton.”
“Why do I need it?” Emory asked with a brow raised and a puzzled look.
“Finding a new roommate you haven’t slept with,” he answered as he turned and walked away.
“That’s not funny, Sam.”
“Wasn’t meant to be,” he shouted back as he kept walking.
“You two are even hotter in person together,’ Eli chirped.
Emory turned toward his friend. “Bitch, did you call me a queen earlier?”
Eli rolled their eyes and placed their hand on their forehead. “There’s still so much queer lingo I have to teach you.”
“I just want to know about the queen.”
“Well, come, I’ll tell you all about it on the walk to class, my sweet little one.” Eli held their hand out for Emory to take.
They both laughed. Emory took hold of Eli’s hand, and they began to skip like two playful souls.
***
Peter opened the door. His heart raced upon seeing Sam standing there. He couldn’t deny it; Sam looked good no matter what. His beauty was effortless. Staring at him made the blood rush to his cock. He could feel it stir in his pants.
“Hey,” Sam spoke. His voice was calm and low.
“Hey. Come on in.” Peter stepped aside and let Sam into the room.
Sam stepped into the room. Peter poked his head into the hallway and looked around. He quickly moved back into the room and closed the door and locked it. Sam stood in the middle of the room with both his hands in his pockets.
Peter turned to face him. His eyes traced the curve of Sam’s perfect lips. He admired the way his hair dropped to the side of his face. Love existed between them. Peter quickly closed the distance between them. He grabbed hold of Sam and kissed him.
The kiss shocked Sam. He froze for a moment. It was old and familiar. Peter was his first kiss, boyfriend, sex, love, and heartbreak. It was easy to forget about everything for a moment or two. For a moment, Sam kissed him back. Then he remembered what his heart already knew. There was someone else he wanted more. Sam pulled away and pushed Peter back.
“What the hell, Peter?” He shouted as he wiped his lips clean.
“Isn’t that why you’re here? So we can get back together? You punished me. I learned my lesson, Sam. You broke up with me and left me alone the entire winter break, and you hung out with HIM.” Peter’s voice almost cracked.
“With him?” Sam asked as he brushed his hair back behind his ears.
“Yes! Him,” Peter shouted.
“The guy you cheated on me with? Twice!”
Peter’s eyes grew, and his nose flared. “He told you? Why would he tell you?”
“The question is, why didn’t you? You were my boyfriend. I get the first time you did it. We were in a bad place. Truthfully, even that wasn’t an excuse, but I went with it. Thanksgiving, though, that was a new low.”
“How the fuck was that a low? We weren’t together. You’d broken things off with me. My heart was broken. I went to someone who I knew wanted me. That doesn’t make me a bad person.”
“It makes you an emotional manipulator, Peter. How do you not see this?” Sam asked partially in confusion and the other in shock.
“I love you. You know about all the shit I’ve been through. I’m trying to be a better person. I want to be the one for you. I’m sorry. I really am. I waited all winter break for you. You kept posting him on your socials. You guys spent Christmas and New Year’s in New York together.”
“If you had stayed in my room that night when I ended things and heard me out, you wouldn’t have wasted the winter break waiting for me. You would have known I was and still am done for good, Peter.”
Peter scoffed, “I left because I knew you just needed time. Just look at what you did at Thanksgiving.”
“You keep mentioning Thanksgiving, but let's not forget the real reason why I did it. Some twink was sending you nudes on Snapchat. Imagine your boyfriend telling you to check his phone, and you see a guy bent over with his pale ass cheeks spread, showing you what you’re supposedly missing. To make matters worse, it was a busted hole. At least with Emory, it’s tight, beautiful, and sweet like honey. You don’t downgrade when you fuck around on someone.”
Peter took a step back. The realization began to creep in. The words strung together, and anger began to flare in his heart. His blood burned as if it had been touched by the flare of the sun.
“You fucked him,” Peter said out loud. “You fucking fucked him. You fucked Emory! Did he actually take all of it? Every inch of your cock?”
Sam stared him in the eyes and answered all his questions. “I did. I did. He did. Yes.”
Peter began to clap his hands. “Congratulations! You finally got your dick wet. We’re fucking even, Sam. This is over with. No more cheating. You and me, baby, against the world.”
“No,” Sam rebutted.
“No?”
Sam shook his head. “No. I felt like I owed you a conversation face-to-face. I deserve better than you could ever give me. I used to think I was just a pretty face and an athlete, and that I deserved your version of love. I know now that’s not true. I deserve so much more. There’s so much more to me. I’m happy. I found happiness in the most unexpected place, and that’s how I know it’s where I belong, for however long it lasts. I’m with Emory now.”
Peter began to laugh hysterically. “This is insane. That dude lost his cherry to me and changed his entire life to be with me. You finally pop into some pussy, and you change your life to be with him. Karma is a bitch!”
“It’s more than that. I liked him the moment I met him on the first day of school. I felt a spark with him when I tried to teach him how to catch that volleyball. I told him things I never told you. The last time we had sex and you told me how amazing it was…I was thinking about him. I didn’t finally have sex with Emory until the day after we broke up, and even then, it didn’t feel like sex. I felt like something magical.”
Peter seethed with anger. “GET. OUT.”
“I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want you to know it’s real.”
“Real? Yeah…it’s a real tragedy. You two won’t last. You’ll hurt him more than I ever did. I may have fucked him twice, but I never gave him a relationship. You’re giving him something that you and I both know won’t last.”
“If it does or if it doesn’t…it won’t be of any concern of yours.”
Sam brushed past Peter as he exited the room. Peter turned around and locked the door. He took a seat on the bed, picked up his pillow, and pulled it close to his chest. He wrapped his arms around it, and soft tears slowly began to fall from his eyes.
***
Emory could feel the eyes of everyone on him as he moved across the cafeteria with Eli. Eli loved every moment of the entire experience. They were smiling and waving at people. “Ordinary” by Alex Warren was playing gently and creating a perfect scene of conflicting and contradictory thoughts.
Emory whispered, “I swear I don’t remember people being this focused on Sam and Peter.”
“They weren’t, but Sam was always the focus. You were just so focused on your own life that you never noticed. Now he’s part of your life, and also everyone knows you fucked Peter.”
“Oh shit! They’re judging me,” Emory blurted out.
He stopped moving. He looked around at everyone. His heart began to race. Doubts! Many doubts began to flow through his mind. Sam entered from the far end. Their eyes met. The corners of their mouth lifted and turned into small, quick smiles.
Emory’s feet began to move. Sam moved past the staring eyes and whispering voices. He walked right toward Emory. The anger he felt with Peter faded with each step. He felt lighter and happier. He felt seen under Emory’s gaze. They met in the middle, and their eyes spoke.
“Yeah?” Emory asked.
“Yeah,” Sam confirmed.
Emory smiled brightly. He placed his hand on Sam’s left cheek. His thumb brushed under his eye softly. Sam inhaled and allowed the warmth of Emory’s touch to fill him up. He wrapped his arms around Emroy’s lower back and pulled him closer. Sam, being taller, leaned down and planted his incredible lips against Emory’s fat lips.
They kissed in front of the crowd of people. Everyone gasped. People pulled out their phones and recorded the moment. Eli stood back and smiled as their best friend finally got what he wanted.
“I’m right where I belong,” Sam whispered.
“Good. Don’t you ever forget it.”
They held hands and walked across the cafeteria together. Out of something so ordinary as a boy meeting a boy for the first time came an unexpected obstacle, but what was born out of it all is something quite extraordinary…the love story of Sam & Emory.
SOMEWHERE IN TEXAS:
Light laughter filled the massive space. Tables made for fine dining adorned the room. People moved about with purpose, prestige, and power. In the back, at a table near the open French Doors, were five women of a certain age, each one with a set of pearls around her neck and dressed fashionably conservative.
“So, I told Caroline she should just speak with Bobby. We’re not going to continue outsourcing jobs when we have people in our own backyards who could use the employment. I mean, we can offset the higher wages for hiring locally with the tax credits and do a few write-offs.”
The ladies were engaged in a meaningful conversation. One of their phones chimed. The lady picked up her phone and went to her messages. Her mouth dropped.
“My Lord,” that same lady said as she held her phone up.
“What is it, Diane?” Another woman asked as the group of ladies stared at one another in suspense.
The lady with the phone turned to one woman in particular. Her eyes watered. She looked around the table at everyone briefly.
“Oh, Mary Beth, I’m so sorry. Emily sent this to me. It’s about Emory.”
“Emory? My son? What is it?” Mary Beth’s voice was tight and high.
“You’d better take a look,” she informed her as she slid the phone to her.
Mary Beth slowly picked the phone up. She hit play on the video, and there was her darling son wrapped not only in the arms of some boy, but they were kissing as if they were the only two people who mattered in the world. She gasped…her baby boy had outed himself to not just the world but to his own mother as well.
TO BE CONTINUED
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