A week had pasted. Something things had changed…some had stayed the same.

Ethan shut the dorm room door as Officer Flick sat down on his bed.

“No Matt?”

“No,” Ethan confirmed, “he went over to visit Nick.”

“Great.”

“So,” Ethan said, walking over to Flick, “any new developments?”

“Yes, actually,” Flick responded, as he pulled Ethan down on top of him. “The autopsy showed a double knife penetration. He was stabbed twice.”

“So?” Ethan questioned, as he kissed down Flick’s neck. “The report concluded they happened at different times, hours apart from one another.”

Ethan stopped, his eyes met Flick’s. “That’s weird.”

“Yeah,” Flick continued, “he also had a drug in his system. He probably couldn’t have even defended himself.”

“They found the knife, right?”

“Yeah,” Flick confirmed, “no prints.” Ethan’s hand reached down into Flick’s pants, as Flick gently moaned. “Oh, and his hands were bound, with yellow duct tape.”

“Yellow?” Ethan asked, as his fingers wrapped around Flick’s sausage.

“Yeah,” Flick added, “that feels good. I checked around, but everywhere sells that stuff these days.”

Ethan pulled down Flick’s pants and took in the sight of his long, hardening baton. Ethan’s mouth quickly slid down Flick’s shaft, moistening his soft skin.

“Oh fuck,” Flick moaned, loving the warmest of Ethan’s mouth. Ethan rode his lips back and forth over Flick’s solid manhood, enjoying the taste of his flesh.

“Condum?” Flick begged. Ethan dived down to beneath his bed and pulled out his brown box. Ethan opened it and froze.

“I’m out.” Flick glanced up, clearly not pleased. “Wait,” Ethan redeemed, “I think I remember seeing some in Matt’s bottom drawer.” Ethan jumped up and moved to Matt’s desk. “I was looking for tape for a sprain.” Ethan opened the bottom drawer and ran through the contents in his mind. Pens, notebooks, playing cards, breath mints…there was the athletic tape, and under them, a pack of condoms. Ethan smiled as he held the condoms up for Flick to see.

“Excellent,” Flick responded. Then suddenly, Ethan gasped. An item had popped into his head, something which he remembered seeing in Matt’s drawer, something which was now missing. “What?” Flick questioned.

“The yellow duct tape,” Ethan mumbled. Ethan’s mind turned, the pieces locked together. The picture came into clear view. The next words out of his mouth came with confidence and conviction, “I know who killed Jimmy.”

Flick sat up, “What are you talking about?”

“I need to talk to Ben,” Ethan declared, “now.”

Flick paused, as he decided whether to go along with Ethan, “Okay…lets go.”

***

“I just miss him,” Nick was saying. “I know I can’t mope around forever. No one close to me has ever died before.”

“I understand,” Matt supported, “it can’t be easy.”

“Let alone get murdered,” Nick continued.

A pause overtook the room. “How about I get us some drinks?” Matt offered.

“Okay,” Nick responded, “there’s apple juice in the fridge.”

Matt walked into the kitchen and pulled two glasses out of the cabinet. Next, he took the apple juice out of the fridge and poured two tall glasses. Matt turned around, glancing in the living room. He couldn’t see the sofa or Nick. Matt carefully turned back around, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sealed baggie.

Matt ripped a small hole in the baggie and dumped its contents, a crushed, blue pill, into one of the glasses. Matt stirred the drink with his finger until any trace of the pill had vanished.

Matt walked into the living room, as Nick looked up from the sofa. “Thanks,” Nick said, as he took a drink from Matt. Nick was clearly thirsty, as he gulped down half of the glass.

***

“Why did you leave Matt’s?” Ethan questioned.

Ben shrugged.

“I need an answer,” Ethan said sternly.

“We were…” Ben looked down at the plain table, “you know…he called out someone else’s name.”

“So Matt caused you to leave?” Ethan confirmed.

“I guess.”

Flick crossed his arms. “What was Ethan trying to accomplish?” he wondered to himself, as he watched from the corner of the small room.

“Why didn’t you go home?”

“I already explained this to the police,” Ben complained. “I couldn’t, he thought we were at a movie. My dad’s not big on last minute changes in plans.”

“Why was your license found at the crime scene?”

“How am I supposed to know,” Ben defended, “I had it earlier that day. I didn’t realize it was even missing until the police asked me about it.”

Ethan turned to Flick, “We going to need a bunch of officers.”

***

The door of the strip club opened and quickly closed. The female briskly walked to her car in the back of the parking lot. 

“Excuse me,” a strong voice from behind her said. The woman turned to see a badge.

The two officers looked over the brown-skinned woman, her broken, red finger nails couldn’t help but stand out. “What’s your name,” the first officer asked.

“Sierra,” the stripper replied.

“And your real name,” the second officer injected, “would it be Patricia Timmons?”

“Yeah.” With that the first officer moved in, grabbing Sierra, and whipping her arm behind her back. The second officer continued, “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say…”

***

Nick shifted uncomfortably; Matt could tell the pill was taking effect. 

“I can’t believe I was sleeping with a murderer,” Matt continued, “but I will say, the sex was pretty good. His abs were amazing.”

“Uh huh,” Nick said, as he adjusted his crotch. 

“He fucked me like it was going out of style. I think it must have been because of all the sexual frustration of spending all his time with his parents,” Matt explained, “but whatever it was, he was an animal in the sack. Nice cock too, not as big as yours, but nice. Real smooth and real hard.”

“Yeah, that’s enough,” Nick said, his voice unsteady. Matt looked over and took note of the beads of sweat forming on Nick’s forehead. 

“You okay,” Matt asked.

“Yeah,” Nick answered, “Just really horny all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, no sex catches up with all of us,” Matt continued, “just thinking about Ben pounding my tight ass, gets me all worked up, like I can feel…”

Matt was cut off, as Nick lounged towards him, pushing him down against the sofa. “Enough about Ben,” Nick forced, “your going to be riding my cock in a second.”

Nick pressed his lips against Matt’s, as their bodies pressed together. Nick’s thick body pushed hard against Matt’s. Matt could feel Nick’s massive hard-on pushing to escape its tight confines. Nick’s hands ran around Matt’s back and dripped into his jeans, gliding down to his ass. Nick broke the kiss, just long enough to take a breath, before locking lips once again. Nick slowly began humping his crotch against Matt, as his hands slid a little lower.

“Police, open the door!”

Nick and Matt froze, equally shocked. Neither one moved. Matt’s mind raced, “Did they lock the door?” The question was immediately answered, as the door to Nick’s apartment flew open. Four police officers swarmed into the small room, with their guns drawn. Nick and Matt quickly sat up breaking all physical contact. Matt recognized one of the officers, Officer Flick. To his surprise, another person stepped into the apartment, Ethan. 

***

“You’re sick,” Ethan declared, starring at Matt. “You’ve been obsessed with Nick, obsessed with him since the first day you saw him in class. When you were with him you were happy, you were finally accepted by a jock. Finally, one of the cool kids. But Jimmy ruined all that didn’t he? He came between you the and thing you wouldn’t live without. Since the minute you met Jimmy you knew you wanted him dead. And you knew Sierra was the one you wanted to kill him. You and Ben went to that frat party and that’s when you realized that Ben and Jimmy hated each other. Not only did you have a plan, now you had someone to pin it on. 

First, you invited Ben over, knowing that he would make up an excuse to get away from his dad for the whole night. You stole his driver’s license out of his wallet, and then did something you knew would make him storm out. You knew he wouldn’t go straight home because his father would have questioned it. Then you checked in with your RA, to make sure you had an alibi. You had Sierra, the other person you were obsessed with kill him.”

“That’s insane,” Matt defended, standing up. Officer Flick moved in his direction, a clear sign that Matt needed to watch his move. Nick sat frozen on the sofa, beyond stunned. “I had a stripper kill him? Why would she do that? And how?”

“Let me finish,” Ethan continued, in a strong and clear voice, “as you got to know Sierra, you found out her addiction too, didn’t you? The police records show she’s been arrested three times just this year on cocaine related charges. The coincidence is her suspected dealer, who also has a long record, happens to be a member of a frat your frequent at. The only thing I’m not sure about is how you know Stan Hunter.”

Matt didn’t budge, the look on his face was quickly turning to anger. A few seconds ticked by and finally, Nick uttered something barely audible, “Stan…Matt went up to his room…to talk to him…to thank him…we were at the frat…with Jimmy.”

“I see,” Ethan continued, “According to some of the frat brothers Stan was one that had always been curious about getting dirty with a guy. So you made a deal with him. You’d let him do anything sexual he wanted to you as long as Stan held the cocaine from Sierra, until she did want you wanted. So Jimmy was lured to the strip club that night and after Sierra’s shift she told him to take him somewhere they could have sex. Jimmy couldn’t take her back to his dorm because his roommate was there. So Sierra suggested somewhere that would be empty that time of night. Somewhere that was always unlocked. The locker room of the in-door track.”