DJ wakes up hungry. He’s just realizing he didn’t eat anything yesterday. That was something that happened regular enough.
DJ was a fairly passionate person. When he found something he was truly passionate about something like food didn’t really grab his attention.
He barely ate any of the popcorn Payne bought. Plus the daiquiri from last night made his mouth rather dry, which probably made him more dehydrated than he is normally.
All day yesterday, DJ was dealing with Student Government issues or preparing for his date, which was really about him trying to hide it from his friends. He timed when he would shower and picked out his clothes the day before so no one would think the wiser. He showered in the shower room that few people used at that time of day; in general, the upstairs bathroom right by his room was that shower room.
It was the same thing he did when he would sneak out to go clubbing with the few gay friends he made at Dawn. DJ reasoned he had to do these things because so many people knew who he was.
Guys would randomly stop him to ask about things and was always amazed certain people even knew who he was. The biggest question he would get was tickets to a concert or getting a pass to some event so a friend could attend.
DJ’s stomach started growling and loud too. He didn’t want to wake Payne up. He really wanted to slip out of his place without him knowing. He’s still asleep and DJ’s never been in Payne’s place before so he would not dare venture out of the room except to use the restroom. If he could just get some water.
He had to use the restroom so he thought “maybe I can just drink water from the faucet as I wash off. I can smell the sex on both of us. That’s funny…last night all I could smell was….What’s his name? Damn! You just had sex with this man and you don’t even remember his name. What kinda shit is this? Don’t overreact. Just handle one thing at a time.”
Above: DJ in bed
DJ slowly moved off the bed, which was a problem he knew how to handle. During the night’s activities he could hear the bed making noise so DJ slowly moved each part of his body off of the bed and was also trying not to have the bed move with the shifting of weight. Once he successfully handled that, somehow the door to the bedroom was closed.
As he opened the door, he half expected someone to be in the living room and find video equipment along with a group of Payne’s frat brothers going over the video from last night’s session but found the room to be the same as it was except for a burnt candle. Again, he didn’t remember Payne placing a candle in the living room but DJ was more concerned about this monster piss he knew was coming. After he finished with that he stood in front of the mirror and noticed a hickie on his neck just under the collar of the tee shirt he had on - the rest of him was bare of clothes.
“Fuck!” said DJ and loud enough for anyone to hear. To himself he thought, “How the hell am I going to explain this? Maybe I can wear my jacket for a few days. I told that fool I get marks, I’m lighter than he thinks I am. Next time I’ll just make certain he doesn’t come close enough to my neck.”
On a deeper level, DJ wasn’t certain there should be a next time. Sure, he had fun but today he’s paying for it. He feels like Payne split him deep inside and that’s not a sensation he is used to. But he certainly liked how Payne knew what to do with his body and that it wasn’t soft and gentle. Payne was rather rough and that was the first time DJ experienced that. This was the first time he had been with a man who could match him physically in bed.
DJ had always been with others who either demanded that he be gentle on them or they were gentle with him. He just thought that was the norm with men. DJ had had sex with enough women to know that sex with them was varied but it almost seemed like it only mattered how she felt in that moment. Until Payne, DJ thought all men were soft and gentle with other men. Payne offered some excitement and he liked that kind of excitement.
Still, DJ was also feeling a sense of shame for having sex with this man. He felt no shame for the sex itself. Instead, he felt shame that he had sex on the first date.
He didn’t want to think of the implications. DJ hadn’t always practiced safe sex, at least not until after his first relationship. His first relationship was also with the first man he was with and everything happened so fast and in the most unexpected way that he simply tried to move on from that experience.
So, being with Payne was not something that made him question anything especially when he pulled out a condom. He was relieved when that happened. While he was in his relationship, his boyfriend insisted they both get tested. Hey were both negative. DJ knew he would be okay because the women he had been with had all conceived by someone else so he assumed everything was good there.
As DJ finished cleaning himself, gargling water and brushing his teeth with his finger he decided to sit down and think about a few things. The most pressing thing at this moment was remembering the name of the man with whom he had just slept the night with. DJ’s memory was near excellent. While serving as vice president, students at Dawn demanded their leaders learn their names. Learning names, however, was not something he excelled at. However, he learned how to make associations with names.
As DJ spent time thinking about Payne’s name he actually started snooping through Payne’s things. Payne has a small bathroom; as soon as you walk inside there is the sink with a mirror above it. Next to the sink is the toilet and maybe a foot away directly in from the toilet is a cabinet Payne used to hold his towels, grease, brush, comb and other toiletries. Next to the toilet is the tub. He didn’t think looking through the cabinet would hurt anything.
And just like that, he saw a name “Payne Chapman” written on a bottle of medicine, but even that didn’t look right. By now, he was certain Payne was the name of the man he had just had sex with but Chapman didn’t sound right. This man has more than a little bit of mystery and it isn’t appealing. But by this point, DJ was feeling the unmistakable desire to get his shit and leave.
And that’s when he heard Payne get out of the bed and walk toward the door. DJ quickly placed the medicine back in its place. Payne knocked on the door and heard a deep melodic voice ask, “Are you okay.”
DJ opened the door and said, “Sorry. Yeah I’m good. I was just washing off a little.”
“Oh. Would you like to take a shower with me?” DJ wasn’t expecting that from him in this moment. He just knew that Payne was about to throw him out of his house. Instead, Payne invited him to stay longer. Of course DJ wanted desperately to leave to really wash this filth off of him. But the invitation was the intriguing thing. What were Payne’s true intentions for him? Was this more than just sex? Did he really want something real? He decided to test Payne.
“I can shower with you, but I hope you know I can’t have sex again.” DJ knew Payne’s face would tell it all.
“That’s not a problem. That’s not why I’m asking anyway. I have to admit, I’ve never known anyone to be quite like you. You are so damn cute, sexy, a leader, and smart…those things are rare to find in one person.” DJ squirmed when he saw the cheshire cat-like grin of Payne’s.
DJ knew Payne was lying about something but determined most of that statement was true. He assumed Payne meant all the lustful statements but the part about him being smart, he really hadn’t shown himself to be smart yet so how the hell could he know that.
DJ decided to shower with him and promised himself not to speak unless spoken to. If Payne were truly interested he would ask questions in an effort to get to know him. That had been the litmus test upon which DJ used most of his life to determine whether someone really wanted to get to know him. A person who talks about himself might be an entertaining conversation but it never allowed for growth, inquiry and knowledge, which happened to be the things DJ valued when making someone a friend.
Payne ran the water. He liked the water really hot. DJ liked the water lukewarm but decided not to say anything. He wanted to determine whether Payne would pick that up. Payne was already naked and hard but at this age being hard is rarely something to think of as odd. DJ hopped in the shower behind him. He allowed the water to fall over Payne’s perfectly sculpted upper body. He noticed that Payne’s dark ass, thighs and legs were smaller than his chiseled torso and arms.
Just then, the steam from the water started to fill the tub. DJ could barely see and breathing was becoming a little difficult. Payne dipped his head to allow the water to run over his head and that’s when he noticed how slick Payne’s hair was. DJ let out a little laugh thinking Payne must have put something in his hair to get it that way. The laugh caught Payne’s attention.
“What’s wrong? You laughing at my body? I know. I wish I had a body more like yours.”
That’s when DJ realized this man really paid attention to his body at least. He felt shame about his stomach. It was flat but he wasn’t blessed with a six pack. DJ had formed his lips to ask a question but thought better of it. He was waiting patiently for the soap in Payne’s hands to wash his body.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I’m so used to showering by myself. Here you go. I’m done with the soap for now. Do you want me to wash your back?”
“Yes.” The suggestion hardened DJ, which put that silly ass grin back on Payne’s face. DJ had to suppress his eyes from rolling. After hearing DJ agree to him washing him, Payne kept the soap.
“What else do you want me to wash?”
“Whatever you want to wash.”
Payne lathered his hand towel again and made DJ turn around so he faced opposite the running water. With his right hand he placed the towel on DJ’s right shoulder. With his left hand he held DJ’s waist then gently kissed the left side of his neck. DJ was caught in the moment but really started to panic because he didn’t want another hickie. Remembering his pledge to himself, he did not speak, he could only hear the noise of water bounce off of Payne’s body onto the tub as it ran into the drain. But he could feel Payne poking him rather suggestively. The water was so forceful and Payne moved side to side and up and down while washing DJ for enough of the water to bounce onto DJ’s slim frame.
DJ circled his neck around but not as forcefully as he would have liked. Instead, it came across like he was allowing Payne to continue to kiss him and that’s just what he did with his juicy lips. He could feel Payne exhale onto his body. It carried a sweet scent that was distinct from the soap. His hands continued to wash DJ’s body ever so gently. It was so gentle that it was odd considering how forceful their sex had been. DJ could see the trails of lather all over the side and front of his body move slowly with each new droplet added. Payne was even more gentle as his hands held and washed DJ’s penis and balls; it was a sensual moment that caught DJ off guard. He didn’t cum last night and he could have bust at any moment now that Payne was touching it and stroking it. DJ made a quick prayer to himself, “Dear Lord, whatever this is please let it reveal itself to me sooner rather than later.” Payne was certainly not what he expected. It’s clear Payne is romantic but that doesn’t mean he wants DJ.
Right after DJ finished his prayer, Payne moved the towel between DJ’s ass cheeks and that surprised him so much they both almost fell. Once they caught their balance, Payne laughed but DJ was angry. Payne thought the anger was about almost falling but DJ was mad because the forceful act preceded by the soft and romantic touches and kisses told him Payne only wanted to have sex.
DJ gestured for the soap and started washing himself. Payne was puzzled. He didn’t realize that almost falling would have caused DJ to react in this way. He was starting to realize that DJ was a bit moody.
After the shower, Payne quickly dried himself with an oversized pluff white towel then handed DJ a thin colored towel with a hole in it. DJ didn’t say anything and simply opted to get out of there as fast as he could. As he dried his body Payne left the bathroom to change into clothes. DJ began his ritual of drying his chest first then placed the towel over his head and smelled what reminded him of football locker rooms in his high school after a football game. “This fool don’t know how to wash towels. He’s a nasty bitch!”
To be sure, DJ was once again turned off by what he was dealing with. But DJ learned long ago never to make enemies with someone because someday that same person will become who you will need something from.
After he air dried, he headed to the bedroom and found his clothes neatly placed on the bed. As he began putting on his clothes, he realized he couldn’t find his socks. He felt like Payne was intentionally hiding them so he could stay longer. As he looked for the socks, he heard Payne make plans for the service project his chapter had that morning. He heard him trying to explain something to his advisor about something he couldn’t make out. Then another call where Payne was obviously discussing their service project with a member of their chapter. DJ could tell Payne was late and the chapter seemed to want him present. That’s when DJ remembered when and how his socks came off. He found his socks, put them on and started lacing his shoes. He went into the bathroom and placed water onto his head to wet his hair a little so it didn’t look like bed head; he took his fingers and used them as a comb.
DJ made his way to the living room and decided to wait for him to end his conversation before he left. As if on cue, Payne ended the conversation and unceremoniously asked to see DJ again. Caught off guard, DJ asked, “Why?”
“I really wanted to get to know you last night. As good as last night was I really wanted to get to know you.”
There had been too many mixed signals for DJ but not wanting to burn any bridges, he simply thought he should come up with a neutral response.
“You have my number.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Cool.”
As they left the apartment and walked back to their cars, Payne immediately called his friend Foster. “Wake yo old bitch ass up. Guess what just happened to me!”
“Bitch, I don’t know. I’m just waking up. Tell me. I’m too old for this bullshit so early in the morning,” replied Foster.
“I just fucked the shit out of the student body vice president of Dawn!”
“Stop lying! His short ass just came to the motel last night and fucked the shit out of some lil dark-skinned girl. How the hell he in two places at once? I wanted to join them so I could lick on his chest. You think he got a big dick? I bet he got a big dick. Ask your lil boy from last night if it’s big. I bet he had it.”
“Wait. What?”
“I’m gay but I know my voice not weak. You heard me, bitch.”
“We were at my place all night last night. Hold up. You said he was short, right?”
“Yeah. He’s short. His name is Ivory.”
“Oh! Not him. The Vice President. His vice president. And let me tell you what he does with his legs…”
“DJ, guess what I’m doing right now.”
“I don’t know. What are you doing, Toni?”
“I’m passing out copies of the Campus Spectrum.”
“Why? I thought you were supposed to be passing out copies of those receipts?”
“And that’s exactly what I’m doing. You know how when some lame passes out fliers no one ever reads what they give you.”
“Yeah.”
“Well, we thought it would work better if we handed out the paper and then told them to read the receipts. When I tell you no one threw their copy on the ground! We were out where off campus students park.”
“Why did you do it there? Most of the students who really pay attention live on campus.”
“Well, we thought about that but that would put us too close to the Union and we wanted to ambush him. If he found out too quick then he might have campus police try to stop up and my boyfriend can get a little crazy so that’s why we were out that way.”
“Damn. That was actually smart.”
“Fucking right, I use this brain sometimes.”
“Hold on. Chris is calling me. Let me click over and find out what he wants.”
DJ clicks over. He thought about adding Toni to the call but she might not understand what he was doing. “Hello.”
“DJ, wassup bruh. You know how the constitution says the President can call a meeting of the student body?”
“Yeah. I’ve never known anyone to use that though. Why?”
“Ivory wants to meet with the student body today.”
“Today? Why today?”
“Have you not heard about the clothes?”
“Clothes? No. What are you talking about?”
“Well, I can’t talk to you about that right now. But Ivory pushed up a request to meet with students today. The meeting is going to start in twenty minutes. He wants everyone from the Executive branch to attend. He says you will have a large platform to speak today.”
“Me? Why me? What do I have to do with anything he does?”
“Man, I’m just the messenger. It’s in the ballroom.”
“Well I’m actually at Brando Hall right now. I can be there in five minutes.”
“Cool. See you in a couple.”
DJ clicks over back to his conversation with Toni.
“Toni, guess what? That lil fucka is scared. He’s called a meeting of the student body. The meeting is going to start in like 20 minutes.”
“Fuck! I’m already off campus. You think I should turn around?”
“No. Don’t do that. If you come now then everyone will start to ask you questions and you might not have the answers and you will end up looking bad. It’s best that he do this by himself because no matter what happens he will be the only person looking bad.”
“Cool. Call me and tell me what happens.”
Just at that moment, DJ reaches the Student Union. He sees more people in the Union than normal. Today is Wednesday and this is the day that all Student Government members wear their SGA polos but out of defiance, DJ doesn’t wear his shirt. DJ realizes that none of the Senators are present. He sends out a group text just in case shit goes left and he’s left out to dry.
A friend of Aaron’s (his friend from his hometown) pulls him to the side and asks whether DJ plans on talking during the meeting. DJ doesn’t really understand her concern but tells her that he was asked to speak by Ivory so he was going to but he wasn’t planning on making a speech, per se.
“That’s not a good idea. The minute you speak you future in Student Government will be tied to what Ivory did.”
“How did you find out about that so fast? You live on campus.”
“Well, a lot of people knew it was coming. We were just asked not to say anything.”
DJ knew at that point that it was one of his friends that told. But that wasn’t his concern at the moment. The ballroom was filling fast but people didn’t seem to be too upset. Maybe this was just a precautionary meeting he wants to have with just his supporters so it will look like people don’t believe what happened. If so then that would be the smart play.
Chris taps DJ and asks, “Are you ready?”
“Ready for what exactly?”
“To speak.”
“I guess but you do realize I don’t have anything to report on. All I do is the Student Senate. All I can basically tell them is when the meetings are.”
“Well, if that’s all you have to say then you should say that.”
“Cool.” But something about that exchange didn’t seem right. Just then Ivory came up and pulled Chris away. DJ wanted to be respectful and allowed them to speak but he could tell they were talking about him. DJ really didn’t have anything to fear. His role in this was minimal and if anyone found out he would simply say the students had a right to know.
“We are about to start. DJ, Ivory wants you to go up first.”
“Me. Don’t nobody want to talk to me about this. I’m not going up first.”
“Yeah. I figured as much. Okay. I think we can get the Activities Director to go up. Everyone wants to hear about what he is pushing.” Just as he expected, things went well. Without asking DJ, Chris found the Senior Class president and he went up to talk about what his class was working on. DJ expected more members of Epsilon to be present. The Senior class president is Ivory’s line brother so it wasn’t clear whether he was present out of obligation to his post or to Ivory.
DJ felt like this would be an okay environment so he asked to go up. He could hear some people in the back get a little rowdy but his voice is normally calm and so he’s learned how to keep a crowd calm as well.
“There isn’t much I can say. As Vice President, I preside over the Student Senate. There isn’t much else that I do. I can tell you that the Senate meets twice a month and our next meeting is on next Tuesday. Thank you.” That was actually a lie. The Senate had just met yesterday but because of this he anticipated action and was ready to call a meeting for next Tuesday. As DJ was turning to walk off stage someone asked a question he couldn’t ignore because once it was asked everyone present wanted to know.
“Are you a class Vice President or the student body Vice President?”
DJ braced himself because he could then sense the frustration. But he answered his question in a calm manner. “I’m the student body Vice President.”
“So what are you going to do about Ivory spending all this money on some drawls? I mean I can buy him some from Walmart for $5.” DJ let a smile through despite his better judgment.
DJ could hear Ivory beg him not to answer that question but DJ had to respond. It wasn’t in DJ to hide the truth. Better yet, DJ also knew how to answer questions without answering the question being asked. This time, though, he decided to answer the question that wasn’t being asked.
“If you are asking me what I can do about these allegations, according to the constitution, there isn’t anything I can do. I’m a member of the Executive Branch.” Damn, that’s not how I wanted to say that. Oh well. I doubt anyone here will respond to that.
“But you are over the Student Senate. You just said that.” Fuck. They were listening.
“Correct. I preside over the Senate. If a senator brings up an issue then as the presiding officer I can deal with it but until then, it’s not an issue I can even speculate about.”
“Aint this some shit. Even if they do impeach him the Vice President is going to be just as bad as him.” In shock, DJ leaves the stage and watches as everyone stares at him as if he is the problem.
But how could this be? He was working behind the scenes to bring this knowledge to the light. Everyone was turning on him for something Ivory did.
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