sure that Rogers would have acted the same as Blake. Perhaps he wouldn't have kissed him but he was certain that he would have helped him escape.
Gaylord was playing a new role. He was trying to learn Rogers's world. He knew Rogers could never succeed Blake. Yet beneath his gentle ways, Rogers was appealing, almost exciting. He would have loved to have Rogers hold him in his arms at that moment, to feel his lips and body against his … Yes, he was afraid Rogers could make himself an obsession, one that would take a long time to break. He was also afraid that he would not want to break it after it was once started. He was relieved when Rogers broke in on his thoughts.
"Gosh … I'm stuffed. Why did you let me order that second one?"
Without looking away, Gaylord said, frowning a little, "You wanted it." Instinctively Gaylord's hand went to the freshly pressed trousers. "Now you know two hamburgers didn't fill you up."
To Gaylord's amazement, Rogers's hand went down and covered his. "I guess you're right," he grinned.
Gaylord grinned back but said nothing. He only thought, I'd still like to see you naked, you full little devil.
The school campus was deserted and there was no sound on it but that of their own hurrying feet. They walked rapidly down the hall and it was as ominously empty as the sidewalk they had left.
"I hope we're not late, Gay."
"I don't think we are."
"It was worth it though," said Rogers. "Thanks for asking me." His right hand dug nervously in his pocket.
"Lose something?"
"I can't find my locker key," Rogers said nervously, his hand still digging. Then he sighed. "Oh, I've got it."
"Good," said Gaylord. He was appalled at himself for feeling so free. All the blind stirrings, wantings, hungering for friends, awakened and seemed to embody themselves in this boy.
"Say, Glenn," he went on, "meet me at the car after school and I'll take you home."
