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Chapter 1

 

Kyle bit his lip, unable to look away from thecomputer screen. It made him feel like an old lecher, even though he was justnineteen. His cheeks were burning as he watched the video he bookmarked a fewdays ago. He had lube and tissues on hand by the computer, along with agenerous helping of shame. What he was about to watch went against everythinghe always fought for, yet it had his cock hard in no time. Deep down, he knewpeople couldn't choose their own turn-ons, but being the president of the LGBTclub at his university didn't go hand in hand with watching what he was aboutto see. It shouldn't even go dick in hand.

He swallowed hard when the actors went right intoaction, already feeling his heartbeat quicken. He liked to massage himself dryfirst, so he slid his hand down his chest, straight to his cock. Glued to thescreen, he was imagining himself in just the same situation. His toes werecurling. His ears and lips were pulsing. His...

“Yo, Kyle! I forgot my freaking car keys, can youbelieve it?” A moan from outside was followed by loud banging on the door. Itwould be enough to kill anyone's boner. Fucking Jeff! Why couldn’t he justfreaking leave for once and let him get on with it?

Kyle got up so abruptly, he spilled lube all overthe keyboard, and that wouldn’t be so bad, if it wasn’t for the movie that wasstill playing on screen. Kyle’s lungs emptied when he heard the rattle of thekey against the lock. Jeff was opening the door. Time was running out. Kyle’sheart went up his throat, and all he could think of was that turning off thecomputer had priority over pulling his pants up.

Jeff barged into the room as soon as Kyle pulledthe plug, falling on his ass in the process. He stopped mid-way to his bed,giving the whole scene a once over. Kyle was ready for a snarky comment, butall he got was a burst of laughter so loud, it must have been heard on thecorridor. He rolled his eyes and pulled up his jeans, all the way up from hisankles. That he could deal with. It could have been so much worse. Jeff couldhave actually seen the porn flick.

 

xxx

 

Dan hurried down the corridor, searching for room304 where the LGBT club meeting was supposed to be taking place according tothe leaflet he got during the club fair. It was already dark outside, and withmost of the students gone, Geary Hall looked so deserted, Dan half expected tosee a tumbleweed rolling across his path. The sound of his footsteps carriedover the endless, cream-colored walls as he passed the dining hall and turnedinto another corridor that happened to be a dead end. Instead of the staircasehe expected, there were only two corkboards with event pictures and the door tothe psychology department offices. All he could do was to go back to thebuilding plan he passed on his way here.

Any other time, he might have decided not tobother, but he had just transferred from his old university and needed to meetsome like minded men. A brief look at the floor plan revealed that room 304 wasin another wing of Geary Hall, which could only be accessed from the firstfloor. Frustrated, Dan ran two stories down and made his way in the rightdirection. When he finally found the room, the meeting was already takingplace, so he opened the door as quietly as possible and slipped inside.

It certainly wasn’t the biggest club on campus,with around thirty people present. They had chairs arranged in a messyhalf-circle and a table with coffee and donuts on the side, close to threestacks of folding tables. He did his best not to disrupt the meeting, but theroom went silent as soon as he closed the door. Dan raised his head, meetingthe eyes of the only person standing, who happened to be male, young, andhandsome. The guy turned his body towards Dan and gave him a wide, all-Americansmile that went well with his black sweater vest, slim tie and a tea-coloredshirt. He wasn’t all that preppy though, with snug, washed-out jeans andsneakers, even though his hair was perfectly trimmed with a side parting. Verycute. So was his voice, smooth and warm.

“Hi... uhm, can I help you? The dance classes aredown the hall.”

Dan frowned and looked over the faces that hadturned towards him like he was the last person they expected. “Oh? What kind ofdance class?”

“The...” The guy looked at his friends forsupport, but no one helped out. “This modern dance thingy.”

Dan couldn’t help but smile. Could they beactually thinking he was looking out of place at an LGBT meeting? Was his set ofa white t-shirt and jeans too plain? His hair was short, naturally tousled andhe wasn't styling it, so maybe that was where the confusion was coming from?“I’m looking for something more non-traditional than that.”

“Yeah, I kinda... Don’t know if I can help withthat. You’d have to check the board for other dance classes.” The guy smiled,but Dan noticed the way he discreetly rolled his eyes to one of his friends.

Dan cleared his throat. “Do I have to wear arainbow t-shirt to be invited to take a seat?”

“Oh.” The guy's brows shot up and he gave anervous laugh, making his way towards Dan with so much haste that he almosttripped over a stray chair. “So sorry! I kinda... I’m Kyle, the president ofthe LGBT club.” He held out his hand, which Dan readily accepted, amused by hownervous the guy got as soon as he understood his mistake. Was he just ashamed,or was that a glint of interest Dan saw in his eyes? He couldn’t figure it outyet, but gave the hand a gentle squeeze and brushed his thumb over the sensitiveflesh between Kyle’s thumb and forefinger.

“I’m Dan, nice to meet you.”

“Cool, I’ll get you a seat and you can meeteveryone.” Kyle's Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked away, smiling towards thegroup. He eventually slipped his hand out of Dan's, but gave him one moreglance, before going off to get an extra chair from the side.

Dan looked around the room, trying to make eyecontact with the members. “Sorry I’m late, but I just transferred and got loston the third floor.” Inevitably though, his attention was drawn to Kyle, whobent over, reaching past a whole stack of plastic chairs to get something thatwas stashed at the back. As Dan’s gaze slid lower, he let it brush over Mr.Club President’s narrow ass. Was he chosen for this position on looks alone?The president of Dan’s former LGBT club certainly wasn’t.

Kyle finally pulled out a metal chair with apadded seat. He brought it over and put it at the end of the half circle, closeto where he was standing when Dan entered.

“We’re discussing our engagement in this year’scity Pride parade,” said a girl seated next to Dan. He gave her a nod and aftera short exchange of words, he got to know a few more details about the event.He was lucky to have an easy way with people, so he hoped to adjust to the newplace fairly quickly. Kyle he wanted to adjust to even quicker. Preferablytonight, so he flashed him a friendly smile that made Kyle pause for a splitsecond mid-sentence.

“So what we want to do this year is make sure,that our club supports the University's upstanding image and isn’t overlysexualizing the LGBT community. I thought we could have matching t-shirts soit’s also gender neutral.”

“Could we get fitted ones too?” asked along-haired girl sitting across the room from Dan. “I don’t want to wear thatsack of potatoes of a t-shirt again.”

Kyle sighed. “We’ll think about it but our pointis to not sexualize the club’s image. There’s enough of that at the parade asit is.”

Dan raised an eyebrow, but the girl replied rightaway. “How is girls wearing girly t-shirts sexualizing our image?”

A few people rolled their eyes and slumped intheir chairs, as if it wasn't the first time they  heard this argument.

Kyle raised his hands in a defensive gesture. “Ididn’t say it’s a ‘no’. We’ll have to see what money allows.”

“Well, I’m sure those who want a more expensiveoption can chip in to cover the difference,” said a bearded guy from thecorner.

“As long as they’re not totally different, then Isuppose we can work something out. Anyone wants to volunteer to talk to theparade committee with me so we can arrange a good spot? We don’t want to end upin front of the BDSM float again.”

Dan looked up at him. “Is there some kind ofongoing conflict I should know about?”

Kyle tugged on his tie, pressing his lips togetherwith a thoughtful frown. “I wouldn’t call it a conflict per se. It’s just thatit’s not the image of the LGBT community that we want to project to thepublic.”

Dan’s eyebrow shot up. What the hell did thatmean?

“That’s something we keep discussing here. You’llget used to it,” said a boyish looking woman in a biker jacket.

Kyle opened his pretty mouth, but before he couldspeak, a pudgy guy sitting to Kyle’s side butted in, pinching his thigh with achuckle.

“Kyle is all about the sanitized-gay.”

Kyle flinched and took a step closer to Dan. “Thatis not what I mean! I only think that there is no reason to antagonize the moreconservative members of the public.”

“No one is asking you to walk around in leather,but what difference does it make whether the club is next to the BDSM group, ornext to gay parents?” Dan shrugged, crooking his head.

“The difference is, that it’s not something I wantto be associated with. We then get photos from the parade, and can’t put themup in most places, because there are always half naked guys in leathersomewhere in the background!” A flush was creeping up Kyle’s neck and hisnostrils flared.

“For once I do agree,” said the bearded guy. “Ican’t show almost any photos to my parents.”

Dan’s brows shot up even higher. He was startingto wonder how Kyle got to be the club president in the first place, since itwas clear many of his opinions weren’t shared by the members. “Uh, well,everyone in that parade has family. And what’s the shame in liking BDSM? They arenot naked during the parade itself.”

“No, but they are almost naked--” Kyle got cut offby the same pudgy guy who pinched him before.

“And as we all know, you don’t like that.”

Kyle threw his arms in the air. “That is so notvalid to this discussion!”

The girl sitting next to Dan leaned over towhisper into his ear. “If you want to know, he’s as sanitized as it gets.”

Dan blinked at her before turning his attention toKyle again. “So?”

Kyle shook his head and muttered, “Coffee break.”

Dan straightened his back and looked straight athim as the club members slowly gravitated towards the food.

“There’s donuts too...” Kyle shifted his weightfrom one foot to the other. “Sorry you had to witness this on your first daywith us. It’s usually a lot more fun.”

Dan got up from his chair and walked close enoughto Kyle, to have to look down on his brown hair. “Sounds kinda exclusionary.”

Kyle looked up at him, and Dan got electrified bythat unmistakable bolt of chemistry. “But it’s not. It’s about showing the LGBTcommunity as normal people, promoting equality and partnership.”

“Are you saying leathermen are less normal thananyone else?”

“To be honest, yes, I kinda am. Just think aboutit.”

Dan frowned at him, settling on letting hissilence speak for him. Kyle swallowed, nervously playing with his tie again.

“Uhm, are you a closet leatherman, or something?”

“What if I were?” Dan kept a watchful eye onKyle’s face, trying to read his mind. The guy was clearly uncomfortable. Hekept fidgeting, and his gaze roamed all over Dan’s face, but avoided his eyes.

“Well, I wouldn’t be happy if you turned up insome revealing outfit at the parade.”

“I wouldn’t, but that’s not the point.” Dan shookhis head and snapped his fingers in front of Kyle’s nose to get his attention. “Howcome a gay man, not exactly accepted by everyone out there, is so readilydiscriminating against a group that is proud of their sexuality?”

Kyle stared at him, all wide-eyed. “Did you justfreaking snap your fingers at me?” he asked, instead of answering the question.

“You were avoiding my eyes.”

“And I can do that if I want to.” Kyle frowned andinched away. “That is not on.”

Dan felt the muscles around his mouth twitch, andhe couldn’t suppress the wide smile that spread across his face. “I’m not intimidatingyou, am I?”

“I... are you trying to?” Kyle appeareddumbstruck. He looked over his shoulder, to his friends at the coffee table,but help was clearly not coming.

“No, but you’re trying to get away.” Dan sighed,then pinpointed Kyle with an even more intense gaze. “If things continue likethis, you’ll not have coffee with me.”

“Oh, you’re fast.” Kyle gave a nervous laugh. “I’mnot ‘getting away’. I was just establishing some personal space.”

“I don’t bite, unless it’s consensual.”

Kyle stretched and wrapped his fingers on his ownnape. “I kinda... yeah. Whoa.”

“Yeah?”

“I suppose we could grab coffee sometime. Yeah,that would be cool.” Kyle smiled and nudged Dan’s arm as if he were approachinga wild boar.

Score. Dan nodded and brushed imaginary dust offKyle’s arm, but let his hand linger, catching his gaze again. “Sounds good.Would you run if I came in leather pants?”

Kyle rolled his eyes, but a smile lingered on hislips. “I suppose I’d have to ask you to change, or take them off whatsoever.”

Dan drew in a sharp breath, unable to look awayfrom the pale, handsome face. Kyle had very dark eyes and the most perfect pairof wide eyebrows he’s seen in a long time.“I’d rather take ‘em off.”

“So that’s sorted. No leather pants for you, Dan.”Kyle discreetly pointed to the coffee table. “I have to go, yeah... you know...mingle and stuff.”

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