All Chapters of SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE

CALEB The streets start to suck the life out of the air as we turn into my old neighborhood. The houses shrink, the yards get tight-fisted. We pull up to my family’s house, and the whir of Vanya’s rental car is the only sound in the dead air. This is Shiloh Creek. A place I haven't been since Thanksgiving. The air is thick and sticky, a wet blanket compared to the crisp chill of our university town. For me, it’s just heavy. A physical weight pressing down on my chest. “Sweet,” Vanya says, her tone too light, taking in the house. It's a white bungalow with paint so gleaming it’s a throw-off. “Don’t get your hopes up,” I mutter, opening the trunk. The two small bags we packed for the weekend feels crazily inadequate for the emotional baggage I’m hauling. As we walk up the concrete path, the front door creaks open, and my dad is there. A stoic man with tired eyes that never seem to actually connect with me. His greeting is a curt nod. “Caleb. You made it.” “Hey, Dad,” I

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CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

CALEB I used to think the reason I always felt suffocated in church was the sin of my sexuality. Turns out it’s just the thick scent of old, musty wood and cloying sweetness of lilies. My eyes are fixed on the back of Tim’s head as he stands at the altar, his shoulders impossibly straight, a perfect, unyielding pillar. His sprawly hair catching the ecclesiastical light pouring in through the high, stained-glass window. He looks like he’s under a golden spotlight. A divine judgement. He’s luminous. A sickeningly perfect groom. My hands are clenched tightly into a ball, I can feel the seams of my suit pants digging into my palms. Next to me, Vanya’s knee keeps knocking against mine, it’s not a bother, if anything it’s reassuring. I’m not looking at her, but I can feel the weight of her concern. Then the music swells. A grand, theatrical wave of sound from the organ, the beginning of a story. Every head in the church turns towards the doors as they open. And there she is. El

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CHAPTER SIXTY THREE

CALEB“Caleb you’re wearing your shirt the wrong way.” Vanya says.I stop short at opening the car door, the metal is cold against my skin. I look down. Yes, i am. I release a long sigh and take it off right there in the middle of the driveway, the morning air pricking my skin like a thousand tiny needles. I slide into the passenger seat without a word and slam the door. I regret it immediately as a wave of pain lances through my skull. Everything has a sickly brown-green tint, through my sunglasses. Like I’m looking at the world through a bottle of beer. Every pothole feels like a personal attack. My brain sloshes with every bump. I have a death grip on the support handle above the window, a desperate attempt to keep my stomach from lurching into my throat. Vanya is as still as stone, as though any movement she makes will cause me pain.My mouth tastes horrible. The weight in my chest heavier than the hangover. I try to close my eyes, and a snapshot from yesterday mauls me: the p

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CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR

CALEBI haven’t slept in three days. After I ran away from my family, since I vomited on my sister and laid a curse on her husband. In those three it’s been silence from my family, from Ellie. In those three days I’ve sat in this soulless dorm room—I think I’m growing roots. How do I force myself to feel something other than the cold, hollow ache in my chest?My academics are a joke. I can barely bring myself to attend class, let alone focus on my work. The shame from the wedding haunts my days and nights. It sits on my chest, a constant reminder of how I failed Ellie. I’d been fooling around with Tim all while I knew they were engaged, and then what we almost did on Thanksgiving night, how I almost let myself go. I’m so ashamed. Ellie’s right not to speak to me.What about Levi, the cold dread of that night? I always find a way to ruin everything. I know I shouldn't be here. My hand hovers over the Grindr app icon on my phone, a familiar, sick feeling twisting in my gut. After Levi,

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CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

CALEB“You need to know what? What does it have to do with me?” the words come out muffled and foreign.The initial terror I felt, now has strange confusion mixed in. Tyler's iron grip is gone, his hands squeezed into balls at his sides. His expression bears a look I’ve never seen on his scornful face before. Raw, vulnerable and desperate. He doesn’t answer my question. He just stares at me, with wide unfocused eyes. I don’t know what’s more irksome, the sight of him just standing there like a lost child or the stale cigarette smell of the motel room. He runs a hand through his hair, betray his deep uncertainty."I’ve been having thoughts.” He mumbles, "Crazy thoughts."My brain, still spinning from the events of the last few minutes, stalls. What thoughts, what do they have to do with me?I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the homophobic slurs that always follow. But nothing comes. Instead, he takes a shaky breath."They’re not jus—" he stops. He looks up at the ceiling,

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CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX

CALEB I’m sitting across from Vanya and Tony in the university dining hall. It’s a buzzing Friday afternoon in here. The clatter of trays, a hundred conversations, is an assault on my sense of hearing. Getting chewed out by Vanya about not choosing a tutor yet is an assault on my ego. I’m picking at a salad that looks dangerously close to wilted weeds. "Honestly, what the hell have you been doing?" She scolds. She’s such a mom sometimes. “Been busy.” I grump. “Busy doing nothing, I bet. Caleb you’re going to fail out of this course if you don’t get your act together. This isn’t high school.” “Vanya," Tony grumbles, pushing his tray away. "He hates asking for help. Right Caleb?…….." He trails off. While I think the cold motel room. The look on Tyler's face. The words I made Tyler say about himself, words that are an echo of my own self-loathing. The "sense of power" I felt is gone, replaced by an even bigger fracture. I am just as broken as I was before. "Caleb?" Van

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CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

CALEB The driver is humming along to the pop song playing softly on the radio station. The blur of streetlights, and passing cars tells me I’m way out of campus environment. My heart is hammering in my chest. What will Tyler be like tonight? The text Tyler sent reads: I need to see you. Tonight. Same place. Don’t tell anyone. Except, it isn't the same place. The Uber pulls up to a sleek, modern building with a neon sign that reads "THE GATEWAY." It’s not the old, grimy, forgotten motel from two nights ago. I get out of the car, the cool night air doing little to calm the curiosity induced fire in my veins. I am not here out of fear this time. I am here out of a cold, empty curiosity. I am here to see if the monster who tormented me is truly broken, or if he is just playing a new game. I send him a text telling him I’m here, the room number is texted to me a moment later. The door is unlocked. I walk in. Tyler is standing in front of the window, at the sound of the door open

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CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

CALEBWalking across campus feels like an impossibly long task. Miles and miles of paved pathways that stretch out like a Himalayan wasteland. The sun is out, the day is bright, and the air is fresh with the newness of spring, but to me, it might as well be winter. Everything feels dulled and gray, like I’m looking at the world through a thick and dirty pane of glass. The events of the previous night that I spent with Tyler are a constant, nagging presence in my mind, a toxic residue I can’t scrub away. I’m exhausted in a way that sleep cannot fix, my body still singing with a nervous energy that makes my skin feel stretched like a balloon. The thought of this tutoring session, an obligation forced on me by Vanya is a fresh layer of misery. The name on the email is generic, something like "Tutor A." It’s a formality, a pointless exercise I just have to get through.I find the classroom in a corner of the academic building. The door is ajar, a small, laminated sign next to it listing

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CHAPTER SIXTY NINE

CALEB I sit in the chair, a hollowness once again making home in my bones. I’ve accepted my fate. My feet are no longer directed toward the escape I so desperately wanted. Instead, I’ve returned to the seat I was offered just minutes ago, the second squeal of the chair against the floor concurring with my defeat. From the other side of the table, the piercing viridian stare sears my soul. His unreadable expression. The quiet and patient calm he exudes. The steady flicker of the lights above clicks like a countdown to the moment I’ll either burst into flames or break into tears. “Do you have a staring problem?” I grumble. He ignores me and slides a textbook across the table. It’s like the physical proof of my recklessness, laid out before me. He opens his laptop and pulls up a clean document, his fingers moving with an easy familiarity on the keyboard. He gestures to the textbook, then to the blank document. “Where do you want to start?” he asks, his voice, devoid of any jud

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CHAPTER SEVENTY

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