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totally perving on his straight roommate’s chest. What was wrong with him?
    Kevin froze and took stock. He was on his side. Fortunately, his hips were not up against Chuck, only his upper body. And Kevin’s hands were folded in front of him hiding his groin. Thank God.
    He felt Chuck breathing. It seemed too fast for him to be asleep and he was tense. Was Chuck freaking out? Kevin had to move.
    There was the lightest tracing of a thumb against Kevin’s back. Unfortunately, Kevin felt that touch at the same second that he moved to raise himself up with an exaggerated yawn.
    “Guess I fell asleep. Sorry about, um, leaning on you. Is it over?” The words fell out of Kevin’s mouth all weird, rough and lumpy like badly mixed dough. Because even as Kevin was saying it, he was kicking himself for having moved. Chuck had touched him . If he’d lain there a bit longer, kept pretending to be asleep, what would Chuck have done? Would the thumb have become a palm? The tracing, a caress?
    Oh God, what crappy timing. He’d give anything to be able to roll back time a minute or so and to not move .
    But it was too late. Chuck pulled his arm out from behind Kevin and stretched both arms over his head in a casual move. His cheeks were flushed and he wouldn’t meet Kevin’s eyes.
    “No problem. Yeah, it’s over.”
    “Good thing I’ve already seen it.” Kevin turned his head to look at the blank screen, hiding his face.
    “I fell asleep also,” Chuck said.
    Liar. Chuck hadn’t been asleep. But Kevin didn’t point this out because Chuck sounded about as awkward as Kevin felt.
    “Well, guess I should get to bed,” Kevin said.
    “Yeah, I’m beat. That was fun though.” Chuck rolled onto his side to face the wall.
    “Night, Kev.”
    “Night.”
    Kevin wasn’t sure which way was up, or if he’d done something to put Chuck off. But there was nothing more to be done now except pretend it hadn’t happened and go to bed.
     
     
    K EVIN LOWERED his trumpet. The last clear notes of “O Holy Night” still vibrated in the room. He looked at the wall. He hadn’t been embarrassed while playing it, but now he felt dorky.
    “Wow. That was…. I didn’t know trumpet could sound so rich.” Chuck sounded awed.
    Kevin looked at him, wondering if he was being punked, but Chuck looked sincere.
    “It’s a good song for trumpet,” Kevin said modestly. “So, is your leg feeling better now?”
    Chuck rubbed at his cast with a sheepish look. “Um, yeah. The pain’s better. Or it was. Would you mind playing it again?”
    Kevin narrowed his eyes. “Seriously? We’re gonna get complaints.”
    “It’s four in the afternoon! People can deal.” Chuck raised his eyebrows. “Please?”
    Kevin played it again.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    H E HADN ’ T been to the coffee shop in a week. When Kevin wasn’t in classes or at band practice, he was picking up stuff for Chuck or hanging out with him in their room. Chris and Randy hadn’t been by much at all. It was the best .
    Until tonight. Maybe Randy and Chris felt guilty for leaving Chuck alone so much, because they were going to watch some ballgame in their room and bring fried chicken. Kevin would rather have stitches without anesthetic than hang around for that, and he was pretty sure Randy and Chris felt the same.
    At least Kevin could use the coupons for free coffee that had been spamming his inbox for the past week. They were like a plague.
    He stood in line, coupon in hand, but he was only minimally present. The scary thing was he was starting to fall for Chuck. Fall for him in a can’t-get-this-smile-off-my-face, spend-hours-daydreaming-about-our-first-kiss, I’m-in-so-much-trouble kind of way. Kevin was confused though. He wasn’t exactly experienced at romance and sex. He’d shared hand jobs and blowjobs a few times with exactly one guy in his small hometown. But he could swear he was getting signals from Chuck. Yes, the guy looked and acted totally straight, and he never