Jamie discovers there are consequences when you get sprung.
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Simon Says.
Chapter One.
God, what a dead loss. Jamie looked at the mess and automatically tossed the discarded clothes into the laundry hamper. Dumped on his work-out mat too. Well, if this kept on he'd make Simon pay somehow. How come he was stuck with such a nerd? And anyway, weren't nerds meant to be sensible about stuff like neatness? Simon would have to be the world's worst grot, a total aggravation to live with, and totally up himself with his condescending way of speaking about anyone who was into sport. Jamie dumped his own gear in the hamper, a ten km run left him no option there, and headed for the little bathroom. What was that? He lifted the note from his work bench and read it quickly.
"Visiting relatives for the weekend. Don't study too hard."
Sarcastic so-and-so! In fact Jamie did put a fair amount of effort into his study. He had no choice, or he wouldn't be able to keep his athletic scholarship, even if it was only half the time Simon spent sitting at his damn computer. Well, this was great news. The next two days would be free of him. With a pleased grin at the thought of some time for himself, Jamie rushed his shower, dried himself and hung the towel neatly on the rail. Checking that the door was locked he started his laptop, used his key to open his locker and select one of his favourite magazines, then used his password to get into his hidden directory and start the play-list of video clips. His dick was already rising in anticipation. Hell, apart from speedy jobs in the shower, it had been three weeks since his last good wank session. That was another drawback with Simon. The jerk never seemed to go out anywhere. Jamie spread a dry towel on his workout mat, set the laptop on the edge of the bed where he could see it easily, opened the magazine at his favourite page, put a couple of pillows at the head of the mat and relaxed on his back. His fingers teased their way lightly up and down, lingering to squeeze the places that felt so good. The blood rushed and he groaned softly before moving his hand away. Not yet thank you. This was too rare an opportunity to waste on a five-minute quickie. He glanced at the clock. Half past five, well, that would give him half an hour if he wanted to eat at the dining room. No way. If he bought his own food at the caf he could make this last even longer. He laughed at himself. Would he be able to keep control for that long? Not likely, but he'd sure have fun trying. He turned the page and started on his dick again. God, this pic always got to him and he closed his eyes and gave a few more moans.
"Holy hell! What a dick!"
Jamie nearly fainted. His eyes flew open and there was Simon, just inside the doorway. In a frantic movement he pulled the towel from the mat to cover himself and reached to grab his magazine. Too much haste sent it flying across the floor. Oh no, Jamie's heart pounded as Simon leaned forward, picked it up, and looked at the pictures.
"Gods! You're a poof!"
Jamie didn't answer. He couldn't answer. He was too shocked. There was a short period while nothing happened except for Simon's eyes shifting from the magazine to Jamie and back again. Then the glance shifted to the bed and Jamie made his second attempt at hiding incriminating evidence. He made it this time and clicked the laptop shut. There had been no time to turn it off but it least it was out of sight.
"So, the mice will play? Is this what you do when I'm not here?"
Jamie still didn't answer. His quick move had dislodged the towel and he was busy covering himself again. Someone walked past the open door and Jamie's panic must have registered because Simon moved quickly, pushed it shut and turned back again.
"You're a poof aren't you?"
"Um ...Not really!"
Simon gave a funny look, opened the magazine in his hand to a random page and held it towards Jamie.
"What, is this a research project then?"
Jamie went red and couldn't answer again.
"Go on. Tell me. I don't mind if you are."
That was an unexpected and rather disconcerting statement.
"What? ..You ...Don't?"
"Of course not. Why should I? There's an estimate that five to ten percent of guys are poofs.
So ...Are you?"
Almost despite himself Jamie gave a reluctant nod. Simon might be a pain but he did say what he thought. That was the trouble half the time.
"Ho - ly! I never would have believed it. What's on the laptop?"
"Nothing. It's private."
"Private? It wasn't very private when I walked in."
Jamie stood up, held the towel round his middle then saw a funny look on Simon's face.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting some shorts."
"No!"
Jamie froze on the spot at the forceful way Simon spoke. A chill ran through him as he watched a finger point at the mat. What to do? The chill was followed by a twinge of anger at being told what to do, but he quickly held it under. This was no time for aggro. Things were bad enough without having Simon annoyed. Wondering why he was doing this Jamie sat back on the mat.
"Aha! Discretion is the better part Jamie. Now, show me the laptop."
"No. I told you. It's private."
"Okay, you don't have to."
Jamie's moment of relief changed to puzzlement as Simon walked towards the door and then a kind of horror when he opened it, stepped through, turned and waved the magazine.
"Want to keep it between the two of us?"
With a horrid sensation Jamie nodded his head. The door clicked into place, safely locked again, and Simon walked back, sat at the end of Jamie's bed and waited. Jamie reached to the laptop and flipped it open. The screensaver had cut in but Simon's nod told him to go ahead. One touch of the pad and everything was revealed. Simon watched, and watched silently, for almost five minutes before saying anything.
"This is totally gay. There hasn't been one female. Are there any anywhere?"
Jamie shook his head.
"Does this stuff really get you going?"
"Um ...Yes."
"Which do you like best? The video clips or the magazines?"
"It ...Um ...It changes."
Simon gave an almost friendly grin.
"Yeah, me too. Have you got any more magazines?"
"A few more."
"Let's have a look then."
"Now?"
"Of course."
Feeling stupid, Jamie collected the rest of the magazines from his locker and handed them over. He went to sit on the mat again but Simon patted the bed next to him. Next to him? Right next to him? Jamie moved into place wishing he had something else on. He felt vulnerable with only the soft towel round his waist. Simon started turning the pages.
"Tell me which are the best pics."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"It's embarrassing."
"Okay, you don't have to."
Jamie knew what that meant and quickly put a finger on the current page.
"That one?"
Feeling silly Jamie shook his head.
"No, it isn't really. I thought you were going to leave again."
"Once bitten? Well, find the five best ones and spread them on the bed. That'll be quicker than going through them all."
Simon passed the magazines over and when Jamie found the first pic he stood up to make room on the bed. His stupid towel caught on something and came loose. He grabbed at it, awkwardly because of the magazines, and managed to avoid losing it completely, but when he went to straighten up he saw Simon's foot pressing on the piece trailing on the floor. Oh no! He couldn't mean it could he?
"Can I have my towel?"
"Sure, if you really want it."
Jamie stared at him. He really did mean it.
"You want me to drop it?"
"Too right. I want to have a look at your dick."
What the hell did that mean? Jamie straightened and the end held on the floor meant the towel stayed behind. Very conscious that Simon really was having a close look he fiddled with the magazines and as quickly as possible set out his five choices. Simon checked them out with full concentration.
"They're all about our age, they've all got big dicks, and they're all smoothies. So that's how you like them is it?"
Jamie didn't answer except for a kind of half nod. This was getting to be too much.
"Was that a yes?"
"Um, I guess so."
"What do you mean? Don't you know?"
"Simon, I've never really thought about it like that."
"You haven't? I see, well I suppose that figures. Okay, let's have a look at your laptop."
"It won't reach any closer to you. It's plugged into AC."
Simon moved, picked the computer up and sat at Jamie's study desk on the other side of the bed. His fingers played across the keyboard and a video clip was quickly replaced with a directory tree.
"Jamie's slide show, what's that?"
"Just pictures."
"Smooth guys with big cocks I bet. How do you start it? Slideshow.exe I suppose?"
For a minute the pictures automatically changed, a new one each few seconds till Simon pressed the stop button.
"You do like big dicks don't you? Is this program so you can have both hands free?"
He didn't wait for an answer, just grinned and went back to the directory.
"XXXstories, this looks interesting."
The subdirectories opened. Showing a list of about twenty stories.
"Do you really have to look through my private stuff?"
"What? You don't want me to? That does make me interested. All right get a blank DVD from the case on my desk and I'll look at them later."
"DVD?"
"Yeah, I'll get a copy."
"You can't."
"Why not?"
"I don't want you to. You're getting too personal."
"I'm just curious Jamie. How else will I find out what you like?"
"It's blackmail."
"Sheesh! That's a bit rough. Let's just call it an agreement."
"It's still blackmail and we haven't made an agreement."
"Yes we have, an implicit one. You've already agreed to do what I tell you in exchange for keeping your magazines here. Do you want to make it a formal agreement?"
Jamie didn't know what he wanted, except to be free of this, and he knew there was no way out.
"Tell me what you want then."
Simon nodded and sat still, thinking for a while. Jamie had an uneasy feeling that he'd missed something.
"Very good. Now you're talking. All right, do what I tell you till the end of semester and I promise your secret stays right here in this room."
"Anything? You can't be serious?"
That made Simon laugh.
"What do you think I am? Some sort of sadist? No. Nothing nasty, nothing painful, nothing illegal. I don't want to hurt you."
"What if I don't agree?"
"Have you thought it out properly? D'you think you'd be able to keep your scholarship? You know what they're like here. And d'you reckon the athletics team will be nice and understanding?"
Jamie's heart sank. He'd only thought about the team so far and Simon was definitely right about his scholarship.
"You said you don't want to hurt me, but I'd have to leave if you told them."
"That would be your decision, not mine. I've already made my promise."
It sounded back the front to Jamie.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"What? Don't you reckon you can?"
Simon had a questioning look and Jamie nodded. Yes, he did think Simon meant what he said. He was used to that.
"All right, since you promised I'll agree."
Simon grinned.
"Good, shake on it!"
Their hands clasped and Jamie watched Simon warily.
"What happens now?"
"Well, you give me ten bucks for a start."
Jamie couldn't believe him.
"Money? Simon that definitely is blackmail."
"Yeah, it would be. I don't really want any money. I'm just pointing out that you should be more careful about what you agree to, instead of saying you'll do anything."
That made Jamie feel stupid.
"What do you want then?"
"I'm curious, I've never had anything to do with a poof before."
"Do you have to say that? It's not very friendly."
"Friendly? Since when have we been friendly?"
For once, Jamie had the right comeback.
"I suppose not, but we've never been unfriendly either."
"Touche`. All right, no more pejoratives. What do I say instead?"
"Um ...Gay."
"Right. So you're gay?"
"Yes."
"Say it for me."
"I'm gay."
"And you'd like dicks?"
"Yes."
"Say it, I mean."
"I like dicks."
Simon laughed and swivelled the chair round to face Jamie directly.
"I know you do. Now tell me about yours."
Jamie gaped.
"Um. What do you want me to say?"
"Does it take long to get hard?"
"Not usually."
"Show me."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, this is what I'm interested in."
"I don't think I can."
"Why not?"
"I'm too nervous. All this is freaking me."
"Fair enough. You went soft in a flash. Well, have a try anyhow. Come on, I reckon you'll keep your promise."
Hesitantly, Jamie took hold of himself. With Simon looking on so closely this surely did feel freaky.
"Good boy. Now start doing something with it."
Jamie's eyes lifted. Boy? That was a strange expression but the only thing that stood out was Simon's intense concentration. Totally embarrassed, Jamie started a gentle stretching and squeezing under the steady gaze.
"Anything happening?"
"No. Do you expect it to when you're staring?"
"You'll get used to that. Just keep going and I'll bet you get there. Has anyone ever held it for you?"
"No."
"Have you ever held anyone else's?"
"No."
"Hell! You're a virgin then?"
"...Yes."
"How come? You're strong, and good looking, and you seem to be quite social. You go out a lot."
"I don't know anyone who's gay Simon, and even if I did it would be big trouble round here if anyone found out."
Simon nodded his agreement.
"Yeah, I suppose so. It's hard enough meeting anyone you like. When did you figure out you were gay?"
"When I was about sixteen, I think."
"You weren't sure?"
"Not really. I kind of wondered if it might have been a phase or something."
"So how did you make up your mind?"
"Um ...Once I got onto the internet properly I was only interested in the guys."
"Do you ever look at my dick? I've never seen you."
"Um ...Yes."
"Does it look all right? It's not very big."
"Do I have to answer everything?"
"Of course you do."
"Yes."
"Do you ever think about touching it?"
"Sometimes, but mostly you aggravate me too much."
Simon actually looked pleased at this answer.
"What's so aggravating about me?"
"You're too untidy. I always have to clean up after you."
"Hang on, that's not fair. You're the neatness freak and I'm normal. You've seen what other guy's rooms are like, so what is it that really aggravates you?"
Sigh! It was hopeless trying to argue with someone who had better answers, so Jamie tried his usual not answering tactic.
"Come on Jamie. You must have a better reason than that."
"You're always putting me down. Acting like sport is useless and anyone who does it is wasting their time."
"It is useless."
"No, it's not. It might be to you but every one can't be clever, and athletics is what I'm good at."
"You're not that dumb."
"You act as if I am. You were sarcastic about my studying this afternoon when you left that note."
"Is that why you don't like me?"
"It's not that I don't like you. I think you'd be all right if you didn't act snobby and make so many comments."
"Snobby? I'm not a snob."
"Yes you are. Well, you act like one."
"And that's why you always look annoyed? Why haven't you ever said something about it?"
"Simon, you'd just talk your way around it and leave me feeling more annoyed than ever."
"No I wouldn't. Hey, it was a good talk. It made you forget to be nervous."
Jamie's hand stopped its regular movement as he realised with almost a shock that his dick was growing.
"That's it. Now keep it going."
Jamie cast a pleading look at Simon, but there was no relenting there, and a minute later he was vertical.
"Hey! It stretches a lot doesn't it? Now keep it like that till I tell you to shoot."
"Shoot? I have to shoot in front of you?"
"Yes, that's what I'm interested in, but not yet. I want you to get used to me watching. Go on, play with it."
For ten minutes Jamie played with his dick, Simon watching closely, asking questions and finally directing him to try some different things.
"Excellent. I think you're going to keep your promise."
Jamie was more worried whether Simon was going to keep his.
"Okay, here's your big test for the night. It's time for you to show me how you do it and then we've finished. Do you usually do it down on the mat like you were when I came in?"
"Um. Some times."
"Well, do it however you like. Do you want to use the laptop? I don't need it now that I've got the DVD."
"I don't know if I can."
"Still nervous? Close your eyes and pretend I'm not here. Just keep wanking and I bet it won't take long."
Simon was right again. All the playing had made him so sexed up that once he started jacking in earnest his nerves meant nothing, and he finished in a couple of minutes. When he opened his eyes, it definitely had felt less confronting with them closed, Simon was still sitting on the edge of the bed right next to him.
"God, what a hose. Do you always moan like that?"
Jamie shook his head by way of response. All he wanted to do at the moment was nothing. Simon watched intently till Jamie stirred and sat up.
"Does it always get you like that? I can't do it standing up because my knees feel like they're going to collapse. Hey, could you do it again later to night?"
"Do I have to do?"
"You don't listen very well do you Jamie. Didn't you believe me when I said this would be the finish?"
"I wasn't sure. You might have meant the finish for now."
"I see. That's fair enough. No, we'll wait for tomorrow night. Are you going out?"
"Um ...not really, no."
"You nearly tried a little white lie then. I'm glad you didn't. What are you going to do now?"
"I haven't had any tea yet."
Simon glanced at his wrist.
"You've missed the dining room. It's half past six. I'll shout you at the caf."
Jamie couldn't believe his ears. Simon was offering to pay for a meal?
"You don't have to look like that. I'm showing you I'm not a snob. Come on let's go."
"Simon, I have to get dressed and put all this stuff away."
"Neatness freak! I didn't expect you to go with spunk all over you."
Jamie almost smiled. Simon hadn't made the neatness crack in a nasty way. Ten minutes later everything was tidied up, locked away, and the two of them were heading off.
"Hey, I know what. We'll go off campus and eat at the steak house. I bet you love big steaks."
"I do but they cost too much."
"Forget it. I said it was my shout. It's to celebrate our agreement."
Jamie wasn't going to argue. He wasn't game for one thing, and he did think steaks were a specialty. By half past eight they were back in their room. The steak had been enormous and delicious and what's more, Simon hadn't said one annoying thing.
"What are you doing now?"
"I have to work on Maths 101."
"101? What's that?"
"Business maths. It would be too easy for you."
"And you reckon I put you down? You just did it to yourself. Anyhow I've got some literature to study."
Fifteen minutes later Jamie gave up when Simon spoke from his study desk.
"What's this Nifty Archive? It seems to be in the heading of most of your stories."
Literature! Was that what he meant by literature?
"It's a place on the net with lots of gay stories."
"What's its address?"
"Just Google it. That's the quickest way."
Jamie stood up and went to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Do I have to tell you everything? Just for a walk for your information. I have to think about things."
Jamie's walk lasted well over an hour. He wished he could figure Simon out. It was confusing with the way he'd been almost friendly and at the same time making him jerk off like that. This agreement thing was stupid, but there didn't seem to be any way out of it. And what did Simon mean on the way home in the car when he said he was planning it all out. It was definitely all about sex. He'd made that clear.
The walk on top of his afternoon made him tired.
Simon was still working at his computer and neither of them said anything as Jamie climbed into bed.
The end of Chapter One.
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