63. Knock, Knock, chaos.

“What the hell happened?” Anderson exclaimed and swiftly scooped up his trousers from the bed.

Carl sighed and slapped a palm to his forehead, “This stupid friend of yours walked in on us smashing. What the hell do you think I was supposed to do?”

Anderson’s heart was racing and his nerves were jittery. He had never felt so much panic slamming against his heart. He could feel a slight ache at the back of his head and that cold feeling in his blood told of the fear that was rapidly spreading all over his body.

“Well,” he knelt down beside Jason's unconscious body and tried to touch his face, but he pulled back his hand at the last second, clutching it sharply. “What the hell are we supposed to do with the body now?”

Carl glared at him and picked up Jason's arms, “Don't say it like he's dead or something. Help me get him up to your bed.”

Anderson halted as he rose to lift Jason's legs, “My bed? But you're the one that knocked him out…so, why my bed?”

“Because he's your stupid friend, isn't he? We wouldn't be in this mess if you had friends who had the decency to call before visiting anyone.” Carl snapped at him.

“Well, I do not have the privilege of choosing my friends here, okay?” He clapped back, “Besides, Jason is very cool and fun to hang out with.”

Carl’s eyes lit up to Anderson’s surprise, “Really? That's great! You should have him on your bed then since he's such a livewire, no?”

Anderson glared at him, aware that he had lost this squabble. He scoffed and picked up Jason's heavy legs. “Unbelievable.” He scoffed, “never knew you could be this petty.”

“What?”

“Nothing!” He snapped and they dumped Jason's body on the bed. Anderson sighed exasperatedly and wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead. “Jeez! Maybe Jason is fat after all!”

He stared at him and noticed the rolls of flesh around his neck. Anderson sighed when he saw no way around this; he couldn't sleep on his bed. Jason had taken up almost all the space.

Carl went over to his bed, still naked, still erect and he just dropped flat on his back. Anderson felt like going to him when he set eyes on his big, perfect cock, but the situation at hand prevented his unwholesome thoughts from lingering.

“What do we do when he wakes up, Carl? What if he already saw us? He'll definitely remember whatever he saw when he wakes up!” Anderson’s nerves became jumpy again and the panic in his voice was evident. “Carl.”

Carl raised his head and frowned at him, “What?”

“I'm scared.”

Carl rolled his eyes, “Don't be. I don't think he saw too much of anything.” He replied, but that wasn't enough to put Anderson’s mind at rest.

“Oh fuck, fuck!” He exclaimed, pacing around the room. “This is too risky, Carl. we almost got caught by your girlfriend a few weeks ago and now look at Jason! We're not even sure if he saw us or not! This is crazy, we have to stop!”

Carl sat up suddenly, his eyes emotionless as he regarded Anderson. Anderson grew aware of his scrutiny and gradually, his nervous pacing turned into a standstill. Carl patted the space on his bed beside him and said,

“Come. Sit down.”

Anderson hesitated, but the bite in Carl’s voice warned him not to disobey. He dragged his lead-like limps to Carl’s bed and perched beside him. Carl’s arm went around his shoulder and pulled Anderson closer to him.

Swarmed by the heat from Carl’s body, Anderson’s worries seemed to drift into oblivion. His body melted and he leaned into Carl, snuggling under his warm arm

“You worry too much and it gets on my nerves at times, you know.” Carl said calmly, “only if you had locked the door, we wouldn't be in this mess.”

Anderson was about to agree with him and probably even apologise, when something suddenly dawned on him. He pulled away from Carl’s grip and shot a death stare at him.

“Are you trying to gaslight me, Carl? You're the one who came in last! The door being open is your fault, not mine!”

Carl pressed his beautiful lips together and then nodded to himself.

“Know what? I think you're right,” he said and Anderson nodded, feeling relieved that Carl didn't argue this time. He shrugged and rose to his feet, “Oh well, people make mistakes.” He remarked flatly.

Anderson gasped at him in disbelief, “No way, that's it? That's all you're going to say?”

Carl ignored him and walked into the bathroom. He returned to the room twenty minutes later and Anderson was still seething.

“What do we do if he wakes up, Carl? You're always the master mind, cook up something.” Anderson said and glanced over at Jason's body nervously.

Carl smirked, “While I was in the bathroom, I did cook, pretty boy.”

Anderson glared at him when he noticed the taunting look gleaming in Carl’s eyes, “Don't call me that.”

It made him feel awkward and weak, butterly most of all, it made his body react with want and a ravaging desire.

Carl shrugged, “This will work perfectly, you just have to execute it to perfection.”

Anderson nodded and listened attentively to every word Carl said.

***

Anderson was already awake, but he pretended to be asleep when he heard Jason's deep groans. He parted one of his eyes open and peaked at Jason, who was dragging his languid frame into a sitting position.

“Ah!” He exclaimed suddenly and pressed his palm to his forehead.

Anderson slowly turned in Carl’s bed and Jason's eyes widened when shock when he saw him.

“Andie? For sweet, jolly mother’s sake—ah!” He groaned again and Anderson sprang off the bed. “What the hell are you going in my room?”

Anderson took his hand and caressed it softly in his own palm. His eyes held genuine worry for his best friend and he shook his head ruefully.

“You don't even remember a thing.” He said softly, “you're in my room, Jason, not yours.”

“What?” Jason's eyes tore wide. “How, why? What happened?”

“I think you came in to look for me, but I wasn't in. And…and—” He sucked his teeth, “I don't know how to put this Jason, but you sort of walked in on Carl fucking Keisha and in that anger, Carl punched you.”

“Ahah!!” Jason exclaimed and snapped his fingers, “That's it! I can remember seeing the snarl on Carl’s face now…and his huge dick swinging as he was rushing at me.”

Anderson looked away, feeling the heat rising to his cheeks.

Jason suddenly frowned, “Are you sure it was Keisha?”

Anderson’s heart stopped for a second or two. “W—hat do you mean?” He stammered and scoffed, “Who else would it be if not her? Don't be ridiculous, Jason. That punch must have gotten to your brain. Carl hits hard.” He blurted out nervously.

Jason still had that strained look on his face and then he suddenly shrugged.

“I don't know, but it seemed to me that there were two naked guys in this room. I don't know, I might be wrong, or—”

“You're wrong!” Anderson exclaimed quickly…too quickly. “Carl left with Keisha earlier. You really should be more careful when you want to visit me.”

Jason managed to get to his feet after about five minutes and he staggered slightly. It took all of Anderson’s strength to prevent him from falling.

“Dammit, man!” Jason suddenly exclaimed.

“What? What is it?” Andedson asked hysterically, failing woefully to hide the tension that had gripped his chest.

“I always thought Keish was tye baddest hottie on campus,” Jason sighed. “but she has a body very similar to a man's.” He shuddered and shook his head, “That's a huge let off.”

“Dreadful.” Anderson mumbled loudly enough for him to hear, his heart still thumping.

“Oh well. I guess that's Carl's preference.”

“Yes, Jason. I guess it is.”