Chapter 3
**Breakfast in Bed**
The realization of our positions made me a bit nervous. I mean,
how would you react if you woke up to an international superstar's dick
stabbing you in the back? (Hey, get your minds out of the gutter!) I
smacked Howie's thigh, trying to wake him up. At this, he simply snored a
little and pulled me tighter to his chest.
'Damn! Well that worked like crap!' I thought to myself quickly
while trying to think of another way to get Howie up. Finally, I just
reached behind me and pinched his ass hard. Howie woke and rolled himself
onto his back with a stifled scream. This would have been really funny had
he not also catapulted me off the side of the bed when he rolled over so
abruptly.
"What in the hell was that for?" he groaned loudly from his side of
the bed while lightly rubbing the spot where I pinched him, "That really,
really hurt!"
Though it hadn't felt good to smash into the hardwood floor, I
couldn't help but laugh at his whining. I quieted myself just as the other
guys walked in and chaos erupted.
"Hey Doug! We just thought we'd make you breakfast in bed as a
tha...," Kevin stopped talking with a strangled gasp as he saw Howie lying
naked on the bed and rubbing his ass. "Howie, what are you doing? Hurry
up and get dressed before Doug gets back and sees you like this! My God,
what were you thinking? I mean, I know you think he's good looking and
all, but what if he doesn't swing that way! Damn, how could you be so
stupid?" he whispered forcefully.
At this, Howie turned beet red and his head snapped to where I had
fallen off the bed with a horrified expression. The others were confused
about what he was looking at. My bedroom door is opposite where I had
fallen and they couldn't see me. They did, however, realize my presence
when I sat up next to my bed and looked at them wide-eyed and with a very
shocked look on my face. When he saw me, Howie grabbed the sheets and
quickly ran out of the room.
'Damn, I've ruined everything now! Way to go Doug, you've managed
to fuck up royally yet again! Why can things never just go right for me?'
I asked myself silently, 'Well, I'd better get my ass moving and go see if
he's alright.'
The guys all looked surprised when I pushed past them and followed
Howie down the hall. I stopped in front of the bathroom when I heard a
soft rustling coming from inside. I tried the handle and found it to be
locked and when I asked him to let me in I got no response. Knowing my
place well, I understood how to get in. One of my roommates had
accidentally screwed up the door and now it was very easy to get the lock
to give. I lifted up on the handle and twisted it quickly. It came open
without even a noise of protest. The sight that greeted me was enough to
break my heart. Howie was huddled on the floor wrapped in the sheet
hyperventilating. I don't think that he even realized I was in the room
with him. When I touched his shoulder, his breathing became more frantic.
I couldn't stand to see him in so much pain and grabbed him in a fierce
hug. He put his head down on my shoulder as he got his breathing under control
and his heart calmed. I just rocked him back and forth and rubbed his back
in an attempt to comfort him. I looked up to a noise and saw the rest
standing in the doorway with sad expressions.
"It's alright you guys. I'll can handle it by myself," I told them
quietly as I picked Howie up and carried him down the hall to my room.
The entire way there, Howie was mumbling only one thing, 'It's all
my fault. Now he hates me.' He repeated it to himself over and over again
in an anguished voice. I set him down on my bed and knelt down in front of
him. Grabbing him at the temples, I forced him to look into my eyes as I
spoke.
"Howie, you did nothing wrong and I don't hate you. Everything
between us is going to be fine," he looked at me in disbelief and shock
when he heard this, obviously not seeing how everything was okay. "Would I
be here with you right now if I hated you? And what do you think you have
done to warrant that hatred?" I asked him softly.
"You know that I'm gay and that I like you. How can you get along
with me knowing that? Oh God! I should have never slept in your bed last
night!" he wailed in a heart rending fashion. He broke down in front of
me with my hands still holding his head.
"Howie, listen to me, if I hated you for that reason, then I would
have to hate myself. It's kind of difficult to hate gays when you are
one," I gently whispered to him as I pulled him to my chest. He seized me
like a life-line after those words and proceeded to drench my T-shirt with
his tears. Soon, I pulled him from me so that I could see his face. I
lightly ran my thumbs across his cheeks to clean away the tears and stared
into his beautiful eyes. I slowly brought my face to his and kissed his
lips gently.
"I could never hate someone as wonderful as you..."
Chapter 4
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