Rainbow: A GLBTQ Soap Opera

Meetings

Diego's shirt fell open; Rob, conveniently, was not wearing a shirt to begin with. Diego's shirt fell off his shoulders but his arms were intertwined with Rob's and the sheet, which was tangled annoyingly around their legs, but they were kissing like they hadn't seen each other in days, too passionately to notice.

It had been almost half an hour since Diego had gone to find something for dinner.

"You had strawberry yogurt?" Rob asked, as Diego nipped at his ear and sucked at his neck, working his way down to nip at Rob's collar bone. "It tastes like..."

Rob got distracted as Diego licked one of his nipples.

Instinctively, Rob's hand groped downwards. "Why are you still wearing pants?" he griped.

"Because you haven't taken them off yet," Diego supplied.

"Oh. Well, then." Rob rolled over, flipping them both and further wrapping the sheet around their legs, but pushed up onto his knees so he could undo Diego's fly; moments later, the pants and the underwear beneath them were just more fabric lost in the sheets.

Rob glanced up the length of Diego's chest, to see Diego had propped himself up on his elbows and was waiting expectantly, smirking. Rob raised an eyebrow, threw him an air kiss, then bent down to lick quickly at Diego's cock, swirling his tongue around the head. Diego hissed in a deep breath and Rob took the whole head into his mouth and began to suck.

He and Diego had been together long enough to know what they were both comfortable with in bed, so Rob wasn't surprised or unprepared when Diego thrust upwards, forcing him to take more of the shaft in. But still, he reached up to pinch one of Diego's nipples, just a reminder not to take too much for granted. But Diego let out a soft moan and threw his head back, and so Rob pinched again, harder, as he ran his tongue down the underside of the shaft.

"You wanna fuck me?" Diego asked; it wasn't even dirty talk, it was more curiosity what Rob was planning.

Rob pulled himself free. "Yes, please."

"Good." Diego sat up and kicked his legs free of the sheet, remarkably only kicking Rob once in the process, as Rob groped off the side of the bed for a condom and lube. Neither one of them was ever too far out of reach in their room. And while Rob prepared, Diego stroked himself and waited impatiently.

But Rob was grinning as he turned back towards his lover, and then ran his hands down Diego's thighs, around to the back, and guided them upwards towards his stomach. "Hold, please."

"Yessir."

"Oh, I love it when you pretend to be submissive, Eggo."

"Shut up, I'm not a waffle."

"You're killing the mood."

"You did first!"

"I bet I can fix it."

And then Diego felt the cool liquid lube against his skin and expert fingers applying it. One finger and then two slipped inside of him and he moaned again, feeling a slight pain as the muscles adjusted, but far more pleasure than hurt. Rob's hands slid back to his legs suddenly, holding them in place; pressed up and out so he had room to position himself. But because of the lube and the finger play, he slid inside Diego almost easily and couldn't help but gasp a little, overwhelmed by his senses. He felt one of his hands spasm and he leaned down to kiss Diego, pushing himself further inside.

Diego's hand ran down his back, but he began to writhe just slightly, wanting more movement. So Rob obliged happily, and began to thrust; at the same time, he straightened up enough to take Diego's erection in one hand, to match the rhythm of his thrusts with his hand.

Diego had his eyes closed, but his lips were moving with some silent sentence. Rob smirked slightly and thrust harder and Diego's eyes flew open, and a slight, high pitched noise passed through his lips. "Play... play nice, now," he panted.

"I'll be very nice," Rob answered.

"I need to be able to sit in class tomorrow..." Diego whimpered when Rob didn't fall back into his more gentle rhythm.

"Classes are overrated."

"Rob..."

"You never want to experiment, Eggo."

"Less talking, more stroking, please."

Rob scowled slightly, but Diego reached up to trace a hand across his shoulders, and ran a finger over his lips.

"I'll make up for it tonight, promise. No pouting."

Rob looked skeptical, but then opened his lips and sucked on Diego's finger, as he adjusted to a more comfortable pace and depth. Diego very nearly purred in appreciation and Rob couldn't help but smile at the smile he was getting.

He pushed up further on Diego's thighs and changed his angle slightly, and saw Diego's eyes open wide again, but this time he was mumbling, "Oh my... Oh my god," and the next thing Rob knew, Diego was coming in his hand, pressed between their bodies.

"Can I...?" Rob asked.

Diego nodded, made a noise of ascent but couldn't quite manage actual words.

Rob shifted angles again, leaning forward to kiss Diego again, and Diego ran a hand through his hair, down his back; wrapped his legs around Rob's waist, pressing them closer together, and didn't even complain when Rob moved in for some rougher grinding.

He slid his tongue into Diego's mouth and arched his back as he came, and Diego got him too caught up in just kissing to bother to move.

"Babe, I love you," Rob murmured, when he finally pulled away and pulled out to clean himself off. The trashcan and tissues were also never very far out of arm's reach in their room.

"I love you too." Diego smiled and Rob kissed him again, and never wanted to stop kissing him.

"You're the best."

"No, you're the best."

"Impossible! I'm only what I am because of you, so you must be better."

"You're a history major, not a logic major, Rob." But Diego smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of Rob's eyes. "So stop arguing with me."

"I like it when you outsmart me." Rob fell into bed next to Diego, and pulled him close. "So you like getting fucked more than the blowjob, hmm?"

"Well, I wouldn't say no to both at once."

"I'm not that flexible," Rob answered, and pouted just enough to make Diego kiss him again.

"Well, I'm sure we can work something else out." Diego gave him another quick kiss, but pulled away. "I have my recitation tonight, I have to get dressed."

"Blow it off."

"Rob—"

"Please?"

"It's the first one."

"So nothing will really happen."

"Like you'd know, history-boy." Diego shot him a grin that was too smug to be a smile but too loving to be a smirk, and sat up to try and move, but Rob caught him around the waist.

"C'mon, Eggo. Stay with me, please?"

Diego hesitated. "I dunno..."

"We'll have awesome sex, Eggs."

"We just did have awesome sex."

"We'll have more." Rob ran a hand down his back and it came away sweaty. "See, we both need to shower after that round of sex. And we can have sex in the shower and wouldn't that be great, Eggo?"

"I'll stay if you promise to stop calling me Eggo."

"Well..." Rob cocked his head to the side, thinking. "For tonight, anyway."

"Deal."

And Diego let Rob pull him back down onto the bed, where once again it was all lips and limbs and tangled sheets.

*

David scanned the line, searching out the face he remembered from the meeting, not believing he was doing this. But even as he recognized the hair and the do-rag style bandana, Jack turned around, spotted him, and waved.

Not sure what else to do, David joined him in line. "Uh... hi," he managed.

"Hey." Jack gave him a warm smile. "Nice to meet you, David. "

"You too, I guess. I mean..." He shrugged, embarrassed. "I don't really know what I'm doing here."

"Having coffee and maybe a pastry. Speaking of..." They were now at the front of the line. "A mocha and a chocolate chip muffin, please. David?"

"Uh... I guess... I'll have an Americano with three shots of espresso."

"Wow," Jack noted. "Anything else?"

"Uh... bagel and cream cheese?"

Jack nodded and the cafe worker put in their order; Jack pulled David over to one of the tables while they waited.

"You seem a little... jumpy," Jack noted. "You sure you need three shots of espresso?"

"Yeah," David nodded. "Just wait until finals week. 'I'd just like a cup of non-distilled caffeine, please.'"

Jack laughed. "You are nervous, though, huh?"

"Well... yeah." David sighed. "Look, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I'm here as a favor to Sarah. I'm not gay, so I've never... been on a blind date with a guy before."

Jack shrugged. "This isn't really a date. I mean, we're on campus still. I'm getting our coffee on my meal plan."

"Yeah, but..."

"I gotcha." Jack smiled. "I promise not to try and seduce you over to the dark side or anything."

David felt a slight blush creep up his face. "I didn't mean it like—"

"Don't worry, I know." Jack laughed a little. "I figure, you've got to be a pretty good guy, if you'll go on a semi-date with another guy, just to make your sister feel better."

"Thanks, I think." David reflected. "What do you mean, 'feel better'? I just thought she was annoying."

"Well, yeah, but you're her little brother. Of course you find her annoying."

"Is she okay? I mean, we're not really close, but if there's something wrong..."

"Not wrong, exactly, but... Well, she really wanted you to go out with me, right?" David nodded, so he continued. "And so I figure she probably knows you're not gay, but if you're willing to at least do this, then..."

"Yeah?"

"Then she knows it really doesn't bother you that she's gay."

"She already knows that."

"Well, yeah, but... I get the feeling your folks aren't exactly thrilled with her."

"Not really. Well... I mean, it's not like they disowned her or anything, but..."

Jack nodded sagely.

"But she still knows her family isn't entirely comfortable with her, which as to hurt just a little. But if you're willing to give this whole gay thing a chance, when you both know full well you're straight, then it means you really don't have a problem."

"I hadn't thought of it like that."

"I doubt she thought of it in quite those terms, either, but still..."

"Wow."

"Yeah. Hey, our order's ready. Back in a flash." Jack grinned and stood up to go collect their snack.

David kind of smiled as Jack headed off.

*

Ryan couldn't help it; it had been three hours, it felt like ten, and he was frustrated. He hurled his pencil down at the desk at the library workstation, and buried his head in his hands, then switched positions so he could massage his temples instead.

Three. Goddamn. Hours.

"Hey... You okay, there?"

He looked up abruptly and saw a familiar face looking back at him, kind of concerned. He recognized the Italian guy he'd talked to after the Rainbow meeting, but three hours of attempting to do his calculus homework combined with a week and a half of trying to memorize several hundred names clouded his mind.

"Uh..." he said finally. "Fine. Just frustrated."

Tony glanced down at Ryan's notebook and winced. "Calc?"

"Yeah."

"Yetch."

"Well, I did take it in high school, so I figured it wouldn't be so bad, but... I was wrong."

"Which section are you in?"

"Uh... The first. At nine."

"Oh dear lord. Tell me you don't have Addison."

"Uh..."

"Wow, that sucks. He's bad even at reasonable hours of the day." He paused. "Your name is Ryan, right?"

"Yeah." He coughed. "Uh... Sorry, I just—"

"Tony. Racetrack."

"Thanks. I suck at remembering names."

"I suck at..." He coughed. "I don't know you that well yet. But, uh... I'm actually a math major, if you... like, want any help or anything."

"Math major? Wow. Hardcore."

"Eh. I'm good with numbers." He paused. "So... um... I was actually about to go get dinner."

"Oh."

"Um. Well, see you, I guess."

"Yeah..."

Ryan watched as Tony kind of shrugged and started to walk away, then made a snap decision. "Hey, Tony?"

"Yeah?" Tony asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"Would you mind too much if I invited myself along? I, uh, think that if I stare at this problem any longer, my brain is going to explode or something."

"Absolutely." Tony smiled a little. "If you want, I'll help you out with the math afterwards."

"That would be really great of you."

*

When the knock on the door came, Diego and Rob weren't having sex. They weren't too far from it; Rob was naked, which was normal, and Diego was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, but given the way Rob's fingers kept tugging at the elastic of the waist, it was pretty clear he'd be losing those soon. They were tangled together on Rob's oversized desk chair, and the knock on the door barely registered, until it became a veritable bang.

"Uh... Come in!" Rob called.

"Rob!" Diego hissed. "We're not dressed!"

"So?"

Whoever was knocking called clearly, "Is Rob wearing any clothing?"

"No!" Diego called back, managing to pull himself away from Rob, to both of their disappointment.

"Well... Could he please?"

The voice belonged to their RA, who knew enough about them to know that it was important to ask about what Rob was wearing before opening the door.

"Hang on," Rob grumbled, and managed to find a pair of boxers and the pajama pants he'd gotten out but only worn for a few minutes before peeling off the previous night. After all, he had Diego to keep him warm.

Finally, after Diego had pulled his jeans back on, he opened the door. Sure enough, their RA stood outside, a nervous looking boy with her. "Thanks, guys." She rolled her eyes.

"You'd better appreciate it," Rob sulked. "We were about to have sex."

"Oh, shocking. Can it for a few minutes, Polaski. I'm trying to introduce you to your new roommate, stop scaring him."

The boy with them looked kind of terrified and eyed his surroundings. They lived in a triple, which was two attached rooms. One held two beds—which Rob and Diego had pushed together and fitted with queen sized sheets—and a single desk; the other had two desks and one bed. (Rob's desk was in their bedroom; Diego's was not. It was the only way either of them could get any work done.)

"Uh..."

"Hey, Richard. The blond one is Rob, the brunette is Diego." She sighed. "It's not ideal, putting you into a triple with them, but it'll beat your old situation."

"It would almost have to," Richard noted. "Uh... Hi?"

"Hey."

"H'lo."

"Um..." The RA sighed. "Okay, I'm warning you now. Those two are dating."

"Okay. That's... fine."

"And they're freaking nymphomaniacs."

"Oh."

"I'm not," Diego objected. "He is."

"You indulge him. You encourage him."

"Well, wouldn't you?" Diego answered, as Rob casually put an arm around him.

"Oh, for the love of..." She groaned. "Try not to traumatize him. I'm going to go get his keys, and then we're going to start moving his stuff in. If you two could tear yourselves away from each other for long enough to help, it would be appreciated."

Diego and Rob exchanged looks. "But then I'd have to put on a shirt," Rob sulked.

"Doing it once a week won't kill you," the RA answered. "And anyway, I'm sure Diego can make it alllllllll better later."

Rob glanced at Diego again, who raised his eyebrows, then gave Rob a quick kiss. "Fine," he said hesitantly. "But I swear to god, I'm not getting dressed for the next hall meeting."

*

Ryan's calc textbook and notes lay open on Tony's desk, but he couldn't see them. His shirt was in the way.

Ryan and Tony were lying side by side on Tony's bed, shirtless and sweating, alternately kissing and talking. Ryan confessed that he'd only just lost his virginity and it was to Nick; Tony confessed his bad habit of getting crushes on his good friends—Nick and Jack both sprang to mind. Ryan told him about coming out, and of being afraid he'd only be accepted at a "gay" college. Tony mentioned his ex-boyfriend in passing.

And between conversations, they kissed and groped and grinded until they were both sweaty and satisfied. Ryan didn't think he'd have been comfortable going all the way again, but Tony didn't seem to want him to; Tony seemed satisfied to let him do what he was comfortable with.

It was late when Ryan finally sighed. "I have a class in... Eight hours."

"So?"

"So I should probably get going." He groaned. "I don't want to."

"You could stay."

Ryan laughed a little. "I'd like to... but then you'd have to see what my bedhead looks like in the morning and deal with my morning breath, and I'd wake you up before nine, and no one wants that. You wouldn't like me anymore." He paused. "You know... if you like me now."

"Would I have offered to let you spend the night if I didn't?"

Ryan grinned. "Do you want to actually go out sometime?"

"I thought you'd never ask." Tony kissed him. "Instant message me when you get home, okay?"

"I will." Ryan kissed him back. "I'll see you... Soon, okay?"

"Yeah."

Ryan managed to pull himself away, and it was yet another reason to hate his nine AM calculus class.

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