The Sun Seekers

Chapter 1-3

Danny was mystified, but happy. Mr. Jay was a fox, for an old guy, and Danny was suddenly aware that he didn’t just like the man, he loved the man. He was hot, he was artistic, and it seemed safe enough to let his feelings soar. They’d not been thrown out of class, they’d been excused from class. He stalked down to the boys’ room like James Dean. He even adjusted himself inside his Dockers. He’d have to get some jeans like Whit had. He was on top of the world—until he got to the closed bathroom door. He took a deep breath—and knocked.

“Go away!” came an oddly deep voice.

“It’s just me, Danny,” he called, opening the door about an inch. Did girls who were boys throw things—and if so, underhand or overhand? Which was about all he knew of baseball vs softball. Another deep breath; “I’m coming in,” he growled.

But the room was empty—no, wait, the last stall door was closed. He couldn’t see any feet below the door, but he knocked anyhow. “Are you in there? It’s okay, it’s just me. Mr. Jay says you have to come out now.” Then Danny laughed. “This is so funny, isn’t it? But you really don’t want to be in here when the bell rings. Boys are disgusting. This room will stink!”

“It’s not locked. Open it.”

Danny pushed the door of the stall and it creaked open.

“I’m stuck.”

Danny looked at a pair of feet on the toilet seat, then up the jeans to the hips, and what the hell? What was she doing? “Are you—what the hell are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I was trying to climb out through the ceiling like in the movies. And I’m stuck. Get me out of here.”

“Are you going to cry again?” Danny was terrified, not so much of her crying, but that he was about to laugh hysterically. Whit had a ceiling tile resting on her head. The frame was stuck sideways around one arm, and she was barely on her toes on the toilet seat, in imminent danger of falling in.

“What’ll you give me?” Danny asked automatically, as he climbed up on the seat and reached up to loosen her. Though still shorter than she was, he was somehow able to apply just enough pressure here, and enough there, to get her loose. Standing with legs entwined on the toilet seat, praying for balance, he couldn’t help but feel her body pressed against his in the nicest way. He took advantage by kissing her lightly on what turned out to be her jaw. He hoped she didn’t notice but at the same time he felt like Superman. He managed to hold onto her as he got down, and take her with him, without grunting, laughing, or falling on his ass, which would have included her ass as well. While he held her, he copped a feel. “Nice ass,” he said into her ear.

“I’m going to kill you,” Whit hissed sincerely, glancing at herself in the mirror. Her face was red with anger and shame.

“Want to skip and go to the mall first? I have money…And the mall cop is my uncle…And Starbucks has those delicious snow globe cookies again.”

“All right, I guess I can kill you later. Cookies first.”

Finally, she giggled just a bit. Danny felt better, he felt heroic. He felt—horny. No, wait, wouldn’t that mean he wasn’t gay? “Let’s get out of here,” he said. And they did.