Chay was stirring from sleep when Sheridan opened the door. “Go back to bed,” Sheridan whispered, and then he said,
“You’re not even out of your clothes.”
“I was waiting for you,” Chay told him. “Well, I’m back now.”
“I better get up,” Chay shook his legs and stomped on the floor, awakening his limbs. “I got an exam. I’ll put some coffee on.”
“No,” Sheridan said. “I’ll get the coffee.”
Chay nodded. “Alright.”
“And why don’t you get in the shower?”
“Why? Do I smell that bad?”
Sheridan grinned at him and touched him on the cheek.
“You don’t smell bad at all. Go heat up the water, though. I’ll join you.”
“You’re nuts,” Chay said tenderly.
“Have I told you I’m in love with you?” said Sheridan, kissing his neck and then his shoulders. “Every time I come back into this place, every time I see you again, I realize I am in love with you.”
Chay turned around and he let Sheridan kiss him.
“Can you forgive me for being a real hard core dumbass?” Sheridan asked. “Can you forgive me for taking so long, so often, to understand how much I love you?”
Chay touched his face to Sheridan’s chest and said, “Yes. I think I can.”
Sometimes Sheridan snored so deeply that he woke himself with a scratching snort. He lay in bed, thinking maybe it was Chay. But no, it had been himself, and he had to pee. And he had to not let his life be so complicated. This moment was so tender right now. Right now he was so happy, and only a few hours ago he had been with Logan. He had been happy then too, but it didn’t do to think about that. Not right here. What was he doing? And weren’t things with Logan just wrong? Weren’t they poisonous?
Well, poisonous was probably too strong a word.
He went to the computer and turned it on. He checked e-mail. One from Meredith: he would check it in the morning. How big could it be? He typed ‘Logan Banford’ into the browser, to see what came up. Logan’s name came up a few times, and he would have to pay for most of them. He wondered if he went to Dogfile, would he find Logan? He searched. There he was.
He had the option to watch or option to download. Watching was best, he turned the volume down.
It was Florida, maybe California. No trees, too much sun, low buildings, wide streets. Sheridan didn’t understand why people liked those parts of the country so much. An interviewer whose tattooed arm was the only thing he could see was talking to some guy Sheridan had seen in pornos before, who was telling his plans for the future.
“Well that sounds hot,” said the douche bag with the microphone, and this shit went on for a long time while Sheridan wondered if he’d typed the wrong thing, if this really had anything to do with Logan at all.
But now a guy came walking across the street. He had on a tank top and a happy go lucky look, and it was Logan trying to act.
“Yeah, I live down the street. Under my grandma. She lives in the top apartment.”
“So where’s a good place to get some groceries?”
And Logan told them, and then they asked if they could follow him.
“Sure thing.”
“We’ll just get some groceries and eat. You really don’t mind us following you around?”
“Not at all,” Logan assured them.
In the fruit aisle, while Logan held a basket full of bananas, strawberries and other good things, the director of the video asked the first guy, Burt, what else he wanted.
“I want Logan to suck my cock,” he said.
“What?”
To his credit, Sheridan had to admit, Logan did a good impression of shock and disgust.
“Fuck no. That’s just… No!” Logan protested.
“Com’ on man,” the director said in a sleazy voice, “I thought we were friends.”
“I’m not doing that. I’m not…” And then Logan said: “But I might let Burt do it to me.”
“Good, drop trow my man.”
“Oh, my God,” Logan looked around, his blue eyes shining with glee, his cheeks red with embarrassment. “In the grocery store?”
“Yeah.”
“No. We’ll get caught.”
“But wouldn’t it be the wildest thing to say you got blown in the grocery store?”
So the next moment they were in an abandoned aisle with people walking in the distance, and Burt was undoing Logan’s jeans and unfolding his penis. He was blowing Logan and then, after Logan looked around nervously, Logan lifted up his own shirt, stroking his flat stomach and excellent chest in pleasure, and shoving himself into Burt’s mouth. A few moments later, Logan’s hands were on Burt’s back and Burt’s bubble ass was perched out while Logan fucked with the same piston precision, the same intense look of serious pleasure Sheridan remembered when Logan was fucking him.
“Oh, my God, someone’s coming!” the director whispered hurriedly, and Logan and Burt dressed again, looking nervous. They went into a stock room, and Burt mounted Logan’s cock and for the next ten minutes all Sheridan saw was Burt riding a cock and a chest, Burt turning around to ride the cock and then Burt jacking Logan off. You heard Logan moan and shudder and saw the semen spurt out of him, and then the camera went all over his stomach and his chest following the progress of jizz to Logan’s red, half bemused face.
“Sheridan.”
Sheridan was startled by Chay coming into the living room. He was confused by his confusion, by a sort of betrayal he felt, and by the firmness between his legs.
“You should have some coffee with me,” Chay said as Sheridan paused the video at Logan, semen all up and down him, the stupid look on his face.
“You’re right,” Sheridan said, closing the browser. “There isn’t anything for me on here.”
END OF CHAPTER THREE
FRIDAYS
