College Job

I sat on the exam table, waiting for Dr. Skutner come in. it had been three day since the club party and Psymon had made appointments for everyone at the club to get tested. It seemed that mostly everyone didn’t use protection, except me. I wasn’t the only one waiting for the good doctor to come in; Bradley, Troy and Psymon were also waiting with me.

“How do you feel, Sky?” Troy asked me. “Sill a little sore?”

“Just a little.” I replied, Psymon and I had also celebrated the New Year with a little party of our own. Fucking me till well in the afternoon. I couldn’t sit down for two days.

“Ha, ha.” Bradley laughed, “Maybe next time Psymon, you can fuck him so he can’t walk.” he joked.

“Maybe I will.” Psymon smirked and he jumped onto the table with me, pulling me into him and sharing a waltz. I heard somebody moan, but I didn’t know who it was so I deepen the kiss and pushed Psymon down. We were about to take it a step further but Dr. Skutner walked in.

“Why is it every time I see you Sky,” he said, sitting down on his stool, “That you are swapping spit with some other guy?”

“Because I’m loved.” I smiled and glanced over at Psymon who joined Troy and Bradley again.

Dr. Skutner laughed and got down examine in me. I was already to go and he started with drawing some of my blood. Once I was finished, I hopped down off the table and it was Troy’s turn. Everyone stood near the once they were finished and waited for everyone else. Psymon went last, flirting with the doc and giving him licks and blowing kisses at him.

“Are you love sick?” I asked Psymon. Laughing at his actions.

“Yeah, I am. I haven’t really met Dr. Skutner before.” he smiled.

“Nor have I me Mr. Kent.” the doctor replied.

“But…you always got a check up and tested for STD’s right?”

Psymon scuffed, “Well…Ace, never had me tested. Said it was a waste of his money.”

“WHAT! And he never allowed you to go with the club for the six month check up?”

“Nope.” I started to get scared; my own partner has never gotten a STD test before. “Sky…Skylar, are you okay?”

I guess I was in a trance because Psymon had to smack me out of it-literally. “No, I’m not alright!” I yelled. “I’ve been I’ve been having unprotected sex with you for the past seven months and you never got a STD test?”

“I’m sorry,” Psymon apologize. “I really wanted to get tested so many times, but Ace.”

“I know,” I finished his sentence. “He didn’t have you tested. I understand.”

“Thank you.” he smiled, and he leaned down to give me a kiss. Before we touched lips, I pushed him away.

“That doesn’t mean that I am going to let you kiss me. And you’re not going to get any from me till I get my test results back.”

“What, Sky!”

“If you need me, I’ll be by the bike.” I then turned on my heels and walked out of the doctor’s office. I was so pissed at Psymon, but kind of felt sorry for him in a way too. Living with that son of a bitch, Psymon never really had a life. Always fucking one person after another and never really getting any real love. Though since he fucked all those men without protection, he never got an STD-which he knows of. I sighed when I got to the bike and waited for Psymon to come out for forty-five minutes. Troy and Bradley had already had gone, but I was stuck at the doctor’s office by Psymon’s motorcycle, waiting for him to finish fucking the doctor. “Did, you have a good time?” I spat as I saw him exiting the building.

“Please don’t be that way.” Psymon sighed, “I tell you, I don’t have a STD of any kind.”

“Yeah right, I’ll believe it when I get your test results back. We both pulled our helmets over our heads and climbed onto the bike. I didn’t really feel like holding on to him, but I had to and we sped off down the street.

“You’re finally back!” Troy called from the living room. It was five forty-five when we got back; it was our turn to get food tonight so we had to stop by Panda Express to pick up everyone’s dinner.

“Yeah. Sorry it took so long, Psymon spent so much time with Dr. Skutner that I thought we never get out of there.”

“Like I said before…I’m sorry!” Psymon said, apologizing for the tenth time.

“I heard you.” I told him, placing the food on the table and taking out my Orange Chicken and chop sticks.

“What’s got up Sky, ass?” Bradley asked Psymon.

“He’s still mad that I have been doing him and still haven’t gotten tested till now.” Psymon replied.

“Dude, you should have gotten tested once you were free of that bastard Ace.” Bradley said, pouring some steam rice onto his plate. “I mean, it’s been seven months since you guys got together.”

“I didn’t have the money then,” Psymon said, getting a beer from the fridge. “And I was still talking to Skutner about trying to keep his agreement that he had with Ace. I had to up grade him with free service from the guys and bottomless drinks from the bar.”

“Well, at least we still have free check ups and tests.” Bradley smiled and they joined me in the living room for dinner and we popped in Happy Gilmore for our movie tonight.

We watched another movie after the first, I didn’t make it thought that movie though and neither did the rest of my friends. We turned the movie off right in the middle and said goodnight to each other before we headed off to our beds. I lead the way to our bedroom, but when I got into the arch way I turned around and blocked Psymon’s way of getting in.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked him.

“To bed, I’m tired.” Psymon replied, pointing to our bed.

“I know that. But why are you fallowing me?”

“Because we always sleep together.”

“Well…not tonight. You’re be sleeping on the pull out couch. Goodnight Psymon, hope you have fun sleeping alone tonight.” I smiled and I closed the door on him, locking it so he wouldn’t get in.

I sighed when I got into bed and said my prayers. I turn over on my side and stared over at Psymon’s empty side. It was kind of lonely, not having Psymon in bed with me. I had been so used to having him sleep by my side and spoon with me as we drifted off to sleep, but now I had no one to comfort me and kiss me goodnight. But I started to think too that it was his fault, he dug his own hole and now he has to lie in it-not having a STD test- god he makes me so angry sometimes. I tossed and I turned as I tired to fall asleep. It was no good for me, I couldn’t get to sleep. I thought about walking out into the living room where Psymon was and crawl into bed with him. But then I thought that he would wake the next morning and find me sleeping there, and that I had finally forgave him. I wasn’t going to give up that easily. Pulling my pillow above my head, I closed my eyes for a second time and was able to fall asleep as I tried to think of something-other then Psymon.
It was a full week till we were able to get our test results back. They arrived my mail. It was Troy who picked up the mail that day and he we all sat in the living room as he distributed them out, calling out the names as he passed them out. I grabbed mine from his hands and quickly opened it, my wait was over and I tore up the envelope apart just to find out my results.

“Well…?” Psymon asked, staring over my shoulder to see my results.

“Negative.” I smiled. “Now you.”

“I already know my results. I’m negative also.”

“What?” I yelled and I looked down to see that he didn’t even open his letter. “Give me that!” I spat and I pulled his letter out from under his hand and tore it open to see if he was right. My mouth dropped open when I saw that he was right. “But…how did you know without opening the letter?” I asked. “Did you hold it up to the light or…?”


“Nope.” Psymon smiled, taking his letter back from me. “Dr. Skutner had told me after he tested me.”

“WHAT!”

“Yeah, he took my blood sample and ran it thought the testing process right there and then. Why did you think we took so long?”

“I thought you guys fucked.” I told him and he laughed.

“Nope, I just sucked him off. I don’t fuck guys anymore-except you.” he smiled and he leaned into me, placing his lips over mine and I gasped out in the sudden surprise kiss.

“You bastard.” I groaned into the kiss. “You why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was having too much fun.” he replied and he pulled out from the kiss.

“Bastard.” I hissed again.

Psymon just laughed and pulled me up from the floor. “Alright you two,” looking over at Troy and Bradley, “It’s your turn.” he smiled and he pulled me into his lap.

Both our roommates laughed and Troy tore open his letter revealing his test results. He tore it open gently and took out the letter, smiling as he flipped the letter over for us to see. “Negative.” I smiled and he handed Psymon his letter to file it with everyone else’s letter they were going to give to him when he comes in. “Now you, Bradley.” Troy smiled, nudging his lover to open his letter.
“I wonder what I would get.” he said, joking as he tore open the envelope. We laughed as he made a drum roll with his tongue and pulled out the letter. “And the Grammy goes to…” he unfolded the latter, but was he unfolded it his smiled fell and he fell silent.

“Brad? Bradley, what’s wrong?” Troy asked, leaning over to him and tried to place a kiss over his cheek. Bradley snapped out of his gaze before Tory could reach his skin and pulled away from him.

“Please don’t.” Bradley said, and we could see tears start to form.

“Bradley, what’s wrong?” both me and Troy asked him. I stood up and tried to touch him, but he flinched away and back away from us. “Bradley, what’s wrong!” I said louder.

“Nothing, I just…need some time alone.” he said and he ran into the bathroom, dropping his letter as he ran into the room.

“Bradley…!” Troy yelled, trying to see what was wrong with his lover. But it was too late, he already closed and locked the door behind him and I and Troy ran to the door to try to coax him to open the door.

“Dear, Bradford Louis.” we hear Psymon start to say and we both stopped and listen as Psymon began to read Bradley’s letter from Dr. Skutner. “We would want to inform you that the tests that we run for your HIV/AIDS tests and STD test are in. we regret to inform you that the tests for your HIV/AIDS tests have been proven positive.” both me and Troy both gasped at why Bradley was acting strange. Psymon continued on with the letter as Tory sank down to the floor, his eyes swelled with tears and I bent down to comfort him. “We have retested your blood three times to prove it wrong. Sadly though, each one was proven positive. We would like for you to make an appointment with Dr. William Skutner’s office for information on how to protect others from getting the illness and to get a proscription filled. We would like you to make an appointment as soon as possible and within the first week from the arrival of this letter. Have a wonderful day and see you then. Sincerely, Dr. William Skutner’s Office.”

“HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY?” Troy sobbed, bring his head up and both me and Psymon saw his face was smudged and wet from all of his tears. “How can you have a wonderful day when you have just been told that you are HIV positive?” he sobbed. “Bradley, open the fucking door!” he sobbed again, but Bradley wouldn’t open the door. We stayed silent for a while, hoping that Bradley wouldn’t open the door. As the minutes passed we stared to grow worried, thinking that he had killed himself. Finally, after thirty minutes of hearing nothing from Bradley, Psymon grabbed one of my bobby pins from our room and picked the lock open. “Bradley!” Troy gasped, running into the bathroom and seeing Bradley sprawled on the bathroom floor. Psymon was the second to rush over to see what’s wrong with him; I just hovered in the doorway and watched.

“He’s okay,” Psymon said, smiling at Troy, “He’s just asleep.” he then picked Bradley up and carried him to his bedroom, gently placing him on his bed and Troy laid down with him. I watched as he gave Bradley a kiss on the cheek and curled up next to him.

I felt so sorry for the two, especially Bradley as he had proven positive for AIDS. Tears started to stream down my cheek and I crawled into bed with the two, lying on the other side of Bradley and also giving him a kiss on the cheek. I sighed and I felt Psymon get into be with us, crawling into be with us. I smiled as I knew that when Bradley wakes up, he would be surrounded my people who love him.

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Bradley had quit his job at Club Ace, and had cut all ties with Troy. He still talked to him and stuff like that, but he had moved into the empty room that was once my room. He didn’t even kiss Troy anymore; hanging him dry and having him cry every night. It was sad to see not only Bradley dying, but also Troy. He was taking a toll for the worse, more then Bradley was having. If Bradley wasn’t going to comment suicide, Troy will. I was scared and I tired to talk to him about it, but he didn’t listen and he would lock himself up in his room for hours-just like Bradley. Both were in danger and everyday my fear grew and grew.

It had been six months since Bradley found out he was positive and already we were fighting with him to take his meds. He had to take an elixir of medicines everyday just to stay alive. On his good days he would take them, but if he had one of his bad days we would have to force the pills down his throat. It pains everyone to see him like this and some days, I wished he never got the virus. We were able to get Troy back to normal, or to at lease some degree of what he used to be. We tried to cheer up Bradley more but, taking him out to clubs o a movie. He went at first, enjoying his life to the fullest but he soon stopped going and he sank deeper into the dark abyss. We were planning a big party for Bradley for his birthday, but when he tried to coax him out of his room he didn’t want to go. We tried for an hour to get him to go, but he stopped talking to us after forty-five minutes. All three of us decided to just go out to a local club then to where we were going to take Bradley.

I smiled up at Troy as we stepped out of my car, laughing at Yes, Man which we saw tonight. We also had a few drinks after the movie, so we were all tipsy. Troy was the first one up the stairs. I and Psymon stayed behind for a while. I smiled as he pushed me up against the car and forcefully pushed his lips over mine. I groaned as I deepened the kiss, running my hands though his messy hair. He then hosted my up onto the hood and started moving his kisses down over my throat and attacking my Adam’s apple. I smiled brightly as I stared up into Psymon’s beautiful eyes. I licked my lips as Psymon attacked my neck again, moaning out as lifted my shirt up. He was about to unzip my pants when we heard a blood curtailing scream from the top of the stairs. We both looked at each other before we scrambled off the hood of the car, running up the stairs to see what happen.

“OH, DEAR GOD!” I screamed out, seeing the front door open and seeing Bradley’s lifeless body lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the entry way, both wrists slit downward and a bloody kitchen towel lying beside him. I couldn’t help but to fall to the floor were Troy was and started to sob. I shook my head as I hung my head, thinking how Bradley could have done this. I looked over at Troy who looked like he couldn’t breathe from crying so hard and I moved over to comfort him.

I stared up again at Bradley’s corpse and sobbed out even louder, out stretching my hand and Psymon knelt down and comfort both of us in his big arms. “Why?” I heard Troy sobbed, “Why…why…why…? Why did you do this, Bradley?””


I started to hear sirens around us and Psymon started to pull us away from scene. Troy started yelling and screaming as he was being pulled away. He even started kicking Psymon to let him go. After the kicks didn’t work, he bit down on Psymon’s wrist and he let him go. Once Troy was free, he ran back to Bradley’s body and grabbed a hold of his lover and sobbed. We didn’t know what to do with him, so we just left him with his dead boyfriend and met the ambulance down at the bottom. I couldn’t stop sobbing as we waited.

“I knew something was going to happen.” I sobbed, hugging close to Psymon. Troy was now with us, still sobbing as they were now haling Bradley away in a black body bag. “I knew we shouldn’t have gone out.” neither Psymon nor Troy said anything, they just stood beside me and we all watched as Bradley was taken to the morgue.

“Alright.” a police officer said, coming up to us. “Could somebody tell me what happen?” he then got out his pad and pen.

Psymon stared from me to Troy and stepped out of our huddle to talk to the officer. I sniffled as I wrapped my arms around Troy, kissing him on the head before I rested my head on his. Psymon gave the officer a full report, telling him that we found him dead when we arrived. When the interview was over, the officer thanked Psymon for his statement and we just stood outside the apartment. We didn’t know what to do, neither of us didn’t want to go in. it was too painful to go up and see the place where Bradley had hung himself. We watched as the police and ambulance drove away, looking at each other as what we were going to do. Fifteen minutes after everyone had left, we all piled into my car and we just drove. I let Psymon drive my car as I sat in the back with Troy; he had stopped sobbing and was now silent. I tried to comfort him the best I could as I stocked his hair and hum softly to him. I could see he was in shock from seeing his boyfriend’s body and I was trying to snap him out of it.

Psymon had drove around the city about three times before he pulled into a gas station, by that time Troy had fallen asleep. I smiled softly down at his sleeping form and I wiped a few loose tears. I stared up at Psymon as he opened the door and leaned against it, staring down at Troy and sighing. “What do you want to do now?” he asked, resting his head over his hands.

“Honestly…I do not know.” I replied, shaking my head.

“Do you want me to turn back, go back home?”

“I don’t want to go back to that place.” I told him, looking up at him though puppy dog eyes. “Besides, I think Troy would never want to go back home either.”

“Yeah…I understand.” he sighed. “Then what shall we do? I can’t keep driving all night.”

I thought about what we could do, stroking Troy’s hair as I thought. “We could get a room at a motel or something.”

“That’s a good idea.” Psymon replied. He then put the gas pump back and started the car, exiting the station and headed to the closes motel for the night.

I handed Troy over to Psymon and he carried him out into the night air as I went inside the office to get a room. Once I got the key, we headed up the stairs and I opened the door wide for Psymon. Turning on the light, I watched as Psymon gently place Troy in the king size bed and we both climbed in with him. We spent the rest of rest of the week at the motel, looking up new apartments to live in. We all deiced to not go back to where Bradley hung himself at, too many painful memories for not only for Troy but for me and Psymon. We finally found an apartment near the club. Three bedroom, two bathroom apartment, and well within our budget. After our apartment went though escrow, we all forced ourselves to go back to our old apartment to move. Troy thought he could handle going back to the apartment, but he broke down and started sobbing once he found an old picture of him and Bradley hanging on the wall. I took him out of the building and sat with him in the car for a few moments as Psymon moved.

“Thank you.” Troy sobbed, taking the tissue that I gave to him. “I would have joined Bradley shortly after his death if it wasn’t for you-or Psymon.”

“You’re welcome.” I smiled, wiping his tears away with my thumb and kissing his cheek. He smiled and rested his head on the lap. I stayed with him till he fell asleep. Once he was asleep, I eased myself out from beneath him and helped Psymon finish moving.

Bradley’s funeral was scheduled two weeks after his death. We all dressed up in our Sunday best, black and dull. I thought that Troy was the only person who was still sobbing over Bradley, but I was wrong. Bradley’s hope family had flown down for the funeral, even Kathryn and Katie came to the service. We greeted them with warm arms and Troy even held his little girl and greeted everyone at the service. Once everyone had arrived we all shuffled into the main part of the church to pay out last respects to Bradley. There wasn’t a dry eye in the church as a selected few people talked about Bradley. While greeting everyone who came, I met Bradley’s parents and told them who I was. They seemed so supportive of Bradley was alive, they won’t real supportive on his carrier choice, but they were supportive about him being gay. I then told them who I was and what we been though with him that they asked me at the last moment to talk about him.

When It was my turn to talk, I slowly walked up to the podium and took a deep breath in. “Hello…everybody.” I started to say. “Um…I’m Skylar Thompson. I was Bradley’s roommate and friend. Um…what can I say about him?” I asked. “I mean, he was a wonderful Guy.….a great friend…and one hell of a lover and partner-not that he was my partner.” I added at the end and I saw that Troy was sobbing already. “Oh boy, um…I am so going to miss Bradley. I remembered when we first met. I was…ha, in the school’s bar. He was working and was closing up for the night. He was worried about me and told me to go home, so I did. Though I had been searching for a work for a long time and he gave me an application from his second job. He then stayed with me after hours to help me with the form. And the rest…is history with us. He was like my first everything, whatever I did he was always there and always supportive of me. I am truly going to miss him.” I couldn’t say anymore, I didn’t know what to say. I had never been to a gay funeral before so I didn’t know what to say. Plus I didn’t know how is family would react to what I would say, so I kept it short.

Troy was up after me and he looked like he couldn’t even walk, let alone speak about his lover and partner. He was half way up to the podium when he collapsed and the Pastor I had to lead him out to calm down. I sat with him again as we listen to the Pastor say the final prayer. After the prayer, I saw though the stain glass windows Bradley’s father and he took out a letter from his inside pocket. I listen to what he was saying and the next thing I knew, he was reading the suicide note that Bradley wrote before he killed himself.

“To my loving friends and family.” I heard Bradley’s dad began. “I am sorry, but I can no longer go on living in this world. I can not support myself no more; it has been six months since I discovered that I had been diagnosed with HIV/AIDS. I would like to thank my friends, Skylar Thompson, Psymon Kent and my lifetime partner Troy Wright for helping and supporting me though those six months. But sadly I can not live another day without knowing that I everyday I wake up and die a litte bit faster and to take a mixture of pills that only prolongs my existence on this god forsaking planet. I am sorry for all of this, and I wish that I could lie in my lover’s arms and knowing that I could kiss him without thinking that I will not passing any illness to him. Please do not grieve for me too long, life is too short to grieve for a long period of time. To my friends and family, I love you with all my heart. And Troy, you were my best friend, my lover and my partner. I know you will miss me the most, but I ask you to do one thing…move on. I am no longer with you and though you miss me, I want you to move on with your life. I love you all and I know that I will all see you someday. All my love, Bradley.”

If nobody was crying before that letter, then everyone was crying now. Even after the service I saw Psymon was still crying. I smiled weakly to myself as I knew that Bradley was right, Troy needed to move on with his life and I was happy that he said it. After the service, everyone headed over towards our home for light conversation and more reflecting over Bradley’s life. I sat on the couch for most of the time, talking to Bradley’s grandmother and Kathryn. I was able to keep my tears up in my sockets, but Troy was another story. He still sobbed for his love and he sat in the corner, away from the guest and. I watched him from my seat and I knew that he might soon join Bradley any day. I decided to sit with him for the rest of the reception.

“You know,” Troy finally spoke out after hours of not sobbing. “Kathryn has offered me to move in with her and Katie.”

“What?” I asked, thinking why she would do such a thing. “You’re not turning straight are you?” I tried to make Troy laugh, but he didn’t and shook his head.

“No, I am still gay, but she just wants to be with me. She knows what I am going though; I was there when her parents died so she is repaying the favor.”

“Are you going to take her offer?”

“Yeah. I mean, if I stay here you guys might leave me one night and come back to find my wrist cut-just like Bradley.” I smiled and nodded, giving him my blessings and he smiled at me, giving me a kiss on my hand and relaxing into my chest. I allowed him to rest his head over my knees and brushed his hair though my fingers. I smiled lightly as I gazed around the room, looking at the people who loved Bradley so much. I soon started to hear snoring coming from Troy. My smile got bigger as I leaned down and saw that he was asleep, I think he had cried himself to sleep again. I laughed to myself as I leaned back up and saw that the reception was drawing to a close. As the guest left, they all came and kissed Troy on the cheek or forehead. I said goodbye to them too and a few even kissed me on my cheek too.

“He’s asleep?” Psymon said, noticing Troy on my lap. I smiled to him and he picked Troy and carried him into his room. Once he had placed him on the bed, he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and I started undressing Troy.

He moaned as I pulled his cloths off him and tired to put his pajama’s on. It was kind of hard because Troy was like a dead weight. I was able to get his dress pants and underwear off him and put his bottoms, and I smiled at my progress. I was half way taking his shirt off when he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down. I tried not to gasp out when he held me close to his naked chest, but it was hard to do. I didn’t know what to do once I was in his grasp, I tired to ease my way out but it was harder then it looked.

“Bradley.” I heard Troy moaned out. He pulled me tighter to his chest and I knew that he was dreaming of his love. He started to stroke my hair and he moaned out again, nuzzling his face in it as well.

I decided after that to give up struggling to brake free, allowing Troy to dream and fantasize he was holding the one that he lost dear to his heart. He moaned out as he called out his lover’s name again and I smiled, stroking his naked back as I drifted off to sleep with him.