"I phoned security with your phone, and told them to come," Kyle said. He pulled Elroy's phone out of his pocket and tossed it onto his bed.
Elroy stared into his eyes for a moment without saying a word. Though he'd never been more embarrassed in his life, everyone knew this had all been a prank and they would eventually get over it. Besides, it was one of the best pranks Elroy had ever witnessed. He'd figure a way out of it with the guy from the freshman dean's office. He'd never met anyone he couldn't handle with the right amount of money-or sex.
Instead of getting mad at Kyle, he smiled and asked, "Are we even now?"
Kyle sat up and leaned forward. He stared him down and said, "That all depends."
"What does it depend on?"
"It depends on you," Kyle said.
"You're very smart," Elroy said. "But don't think you can outsmart me. There isn't anything you can think of that I haven't already done twice." Intimidation usually worked well with Kyle's type: the passive-aggressive that slithers around to get even. And despite Kyle's protests, he still had a feeling Kyle was a wildcat in bed-most likely a submissive bottom who really wanted his toenails painted pink.
"You're very arrogant and you think you can get whatever you want because you have money," Kyle said in an even tone. "And in case you missed what happened tonight, I think I just did do something you've never done before twice."
"Then I guess we're even," Elroy said. Though he was still mad, he did respect the guy for getting even with him. He had him pegged all wrong. Most guys like him would have retreated and they wouldn't have fought back, and not in such an aggressive way. Yet there was nothing overly aggressive about Kyle's manner or approach. But more than that, he wanted to get into his pants even more now.
"Like I said, that's up to you."
Elroy stood up and crossed to Kyle's bed. He reached down to shake his hand. "Then we're even."
Kyle shook his hand and smiled. "And I don't have to suck your dick or anything?"
Elroy turned and walked back to his bed. He smiled at Kyle and said, "You don't have to suck my dick, but you might have to suck off a guy from the freshman dean's office. He knows about the jock strap prank I played on you the first day, and he found out about this little prank and he wants to see us both bright and early on Monday morning in his office."
"Oh fuck. My scholarship."
"Don't worry, asshole," Elroy said. "I'll take care of it. I know how to handle his type. I've run into them before and I'm sure I'll run into them again." He glanced down at his feet and frowned. His toes were smudged with hot pink nail polish and so were the tips of his fingers. "The only thing I don't know how to deal with is this fucking hot pink polish. So get the fuck over here and get it off me before I change my mind and toss you out the window."
Kyle tilted his head to the side and smiled. He hesitated for a second or two, and then he stood up and went to Elroy's bed. He reached for the nail polish remover and a bag of cotton balls and went down on his knees. When he lifted Elroy's foot and held it in his palm, Elroy looked into his eyes and was amazed at the wonderful feeling that rushed through his body.
Chapter Six
While Kyle removed the pink polish from Elroy's toenails, he glanced at a small tattoo on Elroy's right ankle and asked, "What's that?" He leaned closer and ran his fingers across it.
Elroy was enjoying the way Kyle touched his foot so gently he had to think for a moment before he answered him. He had such a light touch it sent feelings of warmth through Elroy's entire body. He hadn't been sleeping well since he'd arrived at Harvard and it was the first time his entire body felt relaxed enough to sleep.
Then Kyle asked about four more identical tattoos to the one on his ankle. They went up the side of his right leg in no set pattern. He slowly ran his fingertips up and down Elroy's leg and said, "There are more. What are they?"
Elroy knew Kyle wasn't doing this in a sexually explicit way. But Kyle's fingertips ignited every nerve ending in Elroy's body. For the first time in his new adult life he was torn between closing his eyes and taking in all this pleasure in silence, or shoving his dick down Elroy's throat. He opted for the former and said, "They're a few tats I got about a year ago in South Beach. They're bees. I wanted something different. Someone once told me that bees are not naturally designed to fly; they have to learn how to fly. I'm not even sure if that's true. But I liked it anyway and got the tattoos for that reason. They turn a lot of guys on."
Kyle's reaction was not at all what Elroy had expected. People usually complimented his bee tattoos and marveled at his unusual story about how bees can't fly. Kyle just frowned and said, "I'm allergic to bees myself. One sting could kill me."