Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 8

eventually. I've been talking a lot to Jinx, too, since she's in the same predicament." Jinx was the lesbian that we were closest to of the pair that had been helping us. "I'm glad you know now, and I don't mind if you want to tell Hairy the details. It's not exactly a secret that I'm cut off; I've just been kind of upset and didn't know how to talk about it."
    "I know. That's why we've left it alone. You know we'll both help you any way we can, right?"
    "Of course, but I think I'll be okay. No, I know I will. Financially, at least. I've been working with the Financial Aid office, and because I have different circumstances than when I first applied, they're giving me more money next year. It's going to be a swimming scholarship. And there are a lot of scholarships and things for LGBT students. I've already contacted the Point Foundation, which gives money to LGBT kids who've been thrown out because they're gay."
    "That's fantastic! But a job at the restaurant, and swim team, and a full load of courses? And the LGBT Center on top of that? Shit, Kevin, you won't have time to breathe!" And I'll never be able to spend time with him, was my first thought. I know, selfish as all get out, but still. I really liked the guy, okay?
    "Don't worry. I'll make it work somehow. I probably can't be a major player in getting the LGBT Center, but I'll still do as much as I can."
    "No problem; I mean, of the three of us, you're the one who could balance everything the best, anyway, but just tell us if we're loading on too much, okay?" We talked about courses we were taking together and our majors, since we had to declare this past semester. Hairy was in electrical engineering, I was in computer science, and Kevin was an English major. He wanted to be a journalist, and I wanted to be the next Bill Gates. Not that I had any brilliant ideas yet, but I liked the concept of lots of money. Don't worry, I'm not really that shallow, but I wanted to travel, have nice clothes, and a fancy apartment in a city like San Francisco or L.A.. I'm willing to work for it, though.
    I had almost forgotten where my hand was still laying, it felt so natural. I was therefore totally startled when he put his hand on top of mine and squeezed it. "Thanks, Jer."
    "Sure, Kev," I somehow managed to say in a fairly normal voice. Kevin squeezed my hand again and left them clasped, resting on top of his leg. I gulped in amazement, afraid to move my hand but wanting desperately to turn it over and entwine our fingers. I also wanted to scoot over, pull out his cock, and suck his brains out, but that probably wasn't too good an idea while he was driving. Especially since Fluffernutter was lying on the floor over my feet where it was cooler. My heart was racing and my cock was growing, but I finally was able to relax, at least everywhere but my crotch. I boldly used my other hand to make myself more comfortable, and Kevin cleared his throat. Maybe us getting together wasn't such a long shot, I was starting to think. I raised my head to look at him. He was smiling this little shit-eating smile he gets, and this time I knew it was for me. My heart stuttered. He knew. He had known. How I felt about him. Oh God.
    And he was still holding my hand. Thank You God. Once I could think again and remember how to talk, I thought about how fond Mom and Dad were of both Kevin and Harry. "You know, Mom and Dad are going to totally adopt you when they see you in August. So you'll still have some parental units. If you want them," I blurted.
    Kevin laughed but he said, "Cool." And we stayed that way for a long time.
    Eventually, Kevin had to put his hand back on the wheel so that he could turn onto another highway. I pulled mine back into my lap, trying to move things around down there again without Kevin noticing. I think I pulled it off, since he was watching signs and switching lanes. I was hard as a rock just from holding hands. I figured I'd just blast apart as soon as Kevin kissed me. And shit, did I ever want that from him.
    It was a long, long trip. We kept pushing south on really boring highways that ran through a whole lot of nothing. We got sick of our favorite music. At least Fluffernutter didn't get sick; that would have been fucking awful. We took good care of her, stopping every few hours to let her out to do her business. In the car, Hairy and I made sure she got lots of love, and told her she was a good girl and a good excuse to get us out of the car to stretch our legs