Max opened the door. Standing there was a six foot thing of beauty. Evan work a right tank top, athletic shorts, and flip flops. Massive pecs, lines of abs, and a sizable bulge entered the room. Evan looked around and had a similar experience to Max.
“Only one bed?” he asked. “My stuff isn’t here either.”
Max shrugged. Evan reaches out to shake his hand, and Max obliged. The moment they touched each other’s skin, Max felt the most euphoric feeling he’d ever felt in his life. He recoiled a bit quickly, and so did Evan.
Max felt odd. When he was in high school, he had had a brief stint in drugs. He’d been off them, but had never forgotten the feeling of withdrawal. Max felt like he was in withdrawal from lack of touching Evan. It seemed like Evan was similarly quaking. Max hurriedly entered the bathroom. He heard a knocking on the door.
“Hey Max?” Evan said. He sounded exasperated. In pain. “Can I come in there?”
Max was feeling worse and worse. He opened the door, and an arm practically ripped him into the dorm. Max felt all of his pain dissipate, as normality set in.
“My name’s Evan,” Evan said as he stares longingly into Max’s eyes. Max did the same, and the two started feeling each other over.
“Can we sit down?” Max asked.
“Sure,” Evan replied. When had he taken off his tank-top?
Max’s bare feet walked along the tile floor as he and Evan made their way to the bed. Evan caressed Max’s bare chest, and Max slid his hand across Evan’s naked legs.
First the two simple touches with their arms and legs. Then the slept closer and closer to each other, until morning of the next day.