Matt couldn't get the night out in the field out of his head. His mind kept wandering back to the feeling of the hand on his cock. When he jerked himself in the shower, he imagined it was that knowing hand. He heard the words in his head.
He was thinking of it when he entered his door room on a Thursday, after philosophy, a day when he got done early, and John had classes later; a day Matt usually had their dorm room to himself. The day Matt typically spent watching porn and jerking his cock in private.
However, when he approached the door, he heard music coming from within. He furrowed his brow as he pushed the door open. John. John was at his desk nodding along to a beat.
"Hey," Matt called trying to hide his disappointment.
John spun in his chair with a wide smile. "Hey!" He lowered the music.
It was familiar. Where had Matt heard that song before?
Matt tossed his bag of books onto his bed before plopping in his chair. He flipped open his laptop.
"Dr. Whittle canceled class." John turned the volume up slightly and got out of his chair. "So I am celebrating, having my own personal rave," John announced as he pressed a bowl to his lips and took a large hit off it. He extended it to Matt.
Matt took it. "Lucky bastard." Matt figured that he might as well get a little buzz since his afternoon of jerking it was now ruined. The song pulsed around them. It was so familiar.
John turned a bit and moved urging Matt to take more, a deeper hit, a bigger one. He encouraged Matt to hold it. All things Matt had learned from John. John was getting him nice and baked. All the while, the song, it was like an earwig, itching at his brain.
Matt got toasted in no time. He could barely move. He had a goofy grin on his face. The song was on a loop. It was the same song, wasn't it? All that trance club music sounded the same to Matt.
John continued to dance as he took smaller hits off the bowl. Or was he? Matt felt like the bowl just kept being in his hand. Did John take any? It was like never ending bowl.
Headphones. Large ones. They muffled out the sound of John talking. John was talking. He had a smile on his face. He was nodding. Matt nodded too. That song. It was loud in Matt's ears. Oh! The headphones! John had put the headphones on Matt so he could hear the song better. This was better.
Was it the pot? Was it the trance-like music? Was it how relaxed the pot made him? Matt wasn't sure, but he soon felt tired. Maybe tired wasn't the right word. His eyelids drooped. He couldn't keep them open.
He fluttered them a bit, John. John was in front of him. He had something. Something was in his hand. Matt blinked. A pill. It was a pill. John wanted Matt to take this pill. Matt opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. The music, it was Matt's pulse. His eyes closed again.
The music was softer, did John take off the headphones. "Matt?"
"Hmm?" It was all Matt could bring himself to say.
"Can you hear me?"
"Hmmm." Matt nodded.
"Is it working?"
Working? Was what working? What was John talking about? Matt was silent.
"Do you feel warm?"
Warm. Did Matt feel warm? "Hmmm." Matt nodded.
"Do you feel hot?"
He did. He was practically sweating. Did the temperature go up in the room? "Hmmm." Matt nodded again. It seemed all he could do.
"You're sweating. You're so hot. Those clothes, they are making you hot Matt." John urged.
Matt nodded and pulled his shirt over his head. It was too hot for that shirt. It was too heavy. Instantly Matt felt cooler. The air on his bare chest was refreshing.
"Good boy." John praised.
"Hmmm."
"You like that don't you Matt?"
Matt was silent. That? What did he mean by that?
