Somehow, against all remaining sanity I thought I had, I started to explain the homework to him. He really had no idea about Philosophy and was clearly headed for a "D". He tried typing but couldn't keep up with me.
When I realized that he had badly fucked up what I had been explaining, while speaking in college paper lingo, I gave up, grabbed his tablet, and started to write the paper for him.
It was about fifteen minutes later, having completed nearly the three-page minimum the professor wanted, that I started to try and drop in a few citations for him. That's when I finally noticed that he had left the table and I heard him in the shower.
Fucking asshole, I thought. I finished the citations for him, vowing to get the hell out and away from Emiliano once and for all. He emerged from the shower brushing his longish black hair, wearing a pair of grey Topman boxer briefs and a smile.
He looked at the paper briefly, and said "Hey, only three pages?"
"Asshole" I said. "You're lucky I did anything at all for you."
"Chill, little dude, chill!" He took a beer from the little refrigerator and opened it. "Sorry, there's only two left and I think I need them both after all the stress from that fucking homework!"
"Listen, stop calling me 'little' dude. You're not that much taller than me."
"But dude, you ain't got this chest!" and he beamed as he flexed for me again, this time in just his underwear. "Anyway, listen, let's go out and get something to eat. You got any money?'
"Why would I buy you dinner?"
"Because we're buds. And I'm broke."
"So am I. You took the last of my money from my wallet last night."
"So use that credit card I saw in there!"
"Where would we go?" I asked.
"Red Lobster! I got a pair of jeans and a shirt in the dryer. Go get them for me while I shave."
And like a fool, I did. But why? I took out a pair of distressed slim fit jeans and a sleeveless black tee for the death metal band Avenged Sevenfold. "Old Navy jeans?!" I asked derisively.
He grabbed the jeans and pulled them on, stuffing himself into the open zipper of the crotch. "What's the matter with that?"
"Nothing. I just thought you were like, Mr. Cool Guy."
He pushed me out of the way and grabbed the tee shirt from my hand. Why had I folded it for him?
Clearly I had over stepped a boundary. His mood was suddenly dark. He took the last beer room the fridge and pulled on a pair of black Guess Jarlen hi-tops. I felt guilty for embarrassing him.
"Look, I'm sorry. That was mean. Let's go and eat."
"Get down on your knees."
"What?!"
"Get down on your knees. Now!" It was an order.
Could someone please tell me why I did just that? But I did.
He looked down at me. Angry. "Now, say you're sorry. Emiliano."
"I'm sorry Emiliano." I said from my knees, looking up at his dark eyes, his black hair falling below his eye lashes.
Suddenly he smiled. "Dude you're fuckin' dense!"
Hello everyone. Sorry this is so short. Some of you have asked for not just a speedier release of what is already written, but also longer chapters. I am taking all suggestions seriously. When I went to release this for posting I saw it was unusually short. But I guess each episode, or day in the lives of our two characters is all a long, slow journey into the ultimate gift that Emiliano can offer, himself as a domineering, controlling, mind fuck.
Justin