Just because he wanted to hear him say it.Malik slumped back onto the couch when he got home, the apartment quiet, Carl still out at some late class. Gay sex “Jake needs his protein. “Gimme your Snap, dealer, it’s easier than texting like some old-ass grandpa,” he said.Malik hesitated. He went to his desk and pulled out weed, a grinder, coke, a mirror, all from a single drawer, then went to his closet, opened a shoe box and pulled out some Jack Daniels.For a little while, they simply drank and talked, Malik getting to know Marlon a bit, while Jake did bump after bump on the mirror, looking at the two men sitting on his bed as he sat at his desk. “How’s our little fag holding up? Jake waved him over from a corner booth, already halfway through a pitcher. He’d been at it since noon, dropping bags to twitchy freshmen, sliding quarters to a prof who always met him behind the library like it was some spy shit, dodging campus security’s lazy patrols. He swaggered off, shorts riding up his ass as he headed for the locker rooms.Malik stood there, sneakers rooted to the pavement.
