I got up and headed for the shower while there was still hot water, and went on with my usual Monday morning routine.

I had to really work hard to concentrate in my classes, as the profs were all cramming in stuff at the last minute before finals started next week. I kept drifting out of the lecture and back to the house, either my room or theirs, with one improbable scene after another. As it turned out, none of my plotting and planning mattered: when it happened, it was just as spontaneous and unexpected as my initial encounters with both of them had been.

All three of us – in fact, all of us in the house – were all in finals mode: grumpy, stressed, silent, and uncommunicative. Study space in the various nooks and crannies around the house, on all three floors, was at a premium, and the big TV in the common living room, which was usually blaring 24/7, was silent for a change. The campus library was open 24 hours a day, and all weekend, so all of us followed the same treadmill-like path: house to class to library to house again, like zombies, or like lab rats in a maze.

Finally, the end came: my last two finals were on Friday, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. They were both classes that I had a solid “A” in, and I felt good about both of them going in, and even better coming out. I did not walk back home after the last one was done, but ran, occasionally jumping up and yelling and fist pumping with sheer relief and exuberance – and I was not the only one on campus doing this kind of thing! Waves of relief and release could be felt rolling all over the campus, and I knew that the local bars, which had been nearly empty all week, would be having celebrations tonight that would be like Hump Night on crack and steroids!

I got back to the house and bounded up the three flights of stairs yelling, “I’m through! I’m through! I made it! I’m through!” or some such litany. Jon was standing in the doorway of his and Ron’s room, watching this whirling dervish blow past, and he smiled at me again – the combination of those dark eyes, and the fact that he was standing there shirtless and barefoot, wearing only cut-off jeans on his scrawny ass, was too much for me. I suddenly remembered that I hadn’t even rubbed one out since he had fucked me almost 10 days ago. I unlocked my door, slung my backpack into the room, and stripped off my t-shirt. Jon had come over to my doorway, and started to say something, but I grabbed him and pulled him inside my room and kicked the door shut and wrapped him up in a big bear hug, and kissed him long and hard and sloppy. I pulled away long enough to look into the twin dark pools of his glistening eyes and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”

Then I kissed him again, and he gave tongue, and all the while we were both writhing and