Late Afternoon

Wendell, woke up with sunlight coming in through his dorm room window; pale sunlight, coming from the left side of his window. Seeing as his dorm window faced north, this meant it was afternoon light. He had overslept. He looked at the clock, and couldn't see a thing. He fumbled with his nightstand, and eventually found his glasses.

4:02 I missed all my classes. Damn. Well, at least I'm probably not the only one after last night. Wait...last night.

Wendell looked behind him: Francis wasn't there. Then he looked across to the desk drawer that held the raygun. It was totally empty, save a couple of pencils.

Man...just a dream? Not a bad one I guess. Kinda surreal, but man...it really felt real. What a letdown. But wait, what did I do last night then?

He slid the drawer closed, and the urge to use the bathroom hit him. He made his way to the bathroom, and after flicking on the light, a wonderful discovery made him smile. There was a note, written on the mirror:

"You were out of it this morning. Borrowed the toy for something exciting. Be back soon. XOXO - Francis"

It had happened. Wendell set about to using the bathroom. His mind went from excitement to questions. Had anyone seen Francis leave his dorm? Did that even matter at this point? They had, after all slept together literally and figuratively. Did it count in other people's bodies? Did he really have a reputation to lose anyway? Finishing up, he wiped away the note from the mirror. He left the bathroom and flopped back onto his bed. Now face down, he noted faint smudges of makeup on his pillow. Francis' makeup had come off a bit and a flake of mascara plus a tiny smear of white were on the corner where Francis had lay next to Wendell. He rolled over and studied his ceiling. The cheap white paint had only a faint texture from the roller and left little to see.

Something exciting...Not happy he just took the ray without asking or telling me, but hmm...he'll probably be back. Otherwise he wouldn't have even left a note. The bed even smells like him a bit. He seems ok, but I don't really know him actually. What if he's a total psycho. Have I gotten involved in something I shouldn't have?

With that a couple of loud knocks came from Wendell's door, and Francis entered unannounced, holding a large unmarked shopping bag. Wendell sat up quickly, looking at Francis' face. He had clearly washed up and without his vampire makeup he looked a bit different. His cheeks were not actually gaunt as the makeup implied, but round: his eyelashes actually were quite long naturally, and he had a small beauty mark just off and below the left corner of his mouth. His hair, no longer slicked back was a black, neck-length frame around his face. He wore a dark long-sleeve shirt, tight jeans, and small black boots. Letting the door slam shut, he dropped the bag and stood over Wendell.

"You're up. You slept all day. You grumbled a bit when I got out of bed, but you didn't even open your eyes." He reached out and slid a couple fingers along Wendell's cheek. Wendell pulled away from this. "Ugh. You guys..." He pushed Wendell back a bit, and threw himself on top of him, straddling him, and looking down at him. "Pre-sex you're all over me, but once it's done you all get a big case of the 'not-gays'."

"Sorry...I...I'm not used to this, ok? And I like you, but I don't really know you that well, yeah?"

Francis held a bit on Wendell's face, and then began to trace a line down Wendell's shirt with an index finger. "Ok," he said. He leaned in close to Wendell's face, and started, "If you're up for it, I tested out your little raygun," then he got much quieter, a whisper and finished, "and brought you a surprise."

Wendell turned to look at the bag on the floor and could feel his erection begin to press through his pajamas, and against Francis' ass.