It's a weekend day like any other here at the dorms. Sleeping in, a hearty breakfast, idly watching TV, talking about studying while doing none of it, the works. A lot of people are out doing stuff, preparing for parties, going to watch the big game or whatever, but Fabian and I aren't really the people for that sort of thing. We have our routine, and we're happy with that. But today seems different somehow... there's something strange about Fabian's behavior. He's being really weird and fidgety, which is unusual for him, because normally he just sits there quietly. It's like he's planning something, but what? "Is something wrong? You seem kinda nervous," I ask him, unsure whether I'm just curious or outright worried.
But Fabian just shakes his head. "N-No... it's nothing..." he mutters. "I'll... I'll be right back," he then adds before heading back to the bedroom. I guess he's just having an off day or something, maybe he caught some flu going around on campus? Well, hopefully it's nothing to worry about. But while nothing seems too different when he returns after a few minutes, things seem to deteriorate. Now he's visibly flustered and can't seem to concentrate on the TV; he constantly looks at me in an odd way, but whenever I look back, he breaks eye contact. What the hell is going on with him? Is there something on my face? I just don't get it, this is so unlike him. Normally, Fabian is so calm and collected, far more than I usually am, so this is such a difference that I genuinely don't know how to react.
"Seriously, Fabian, is something wrong? You can tell me. I don't know what it is, but whatever it is, I won't get mad, OK?" I tell him, hoping to get him to answer, but no, again he just shakes his head and the conversation ends there. We just sit there for the next half hour or so, and I can tell that whatever's going on with him, it's getting worse. Now he's downright flushed, his face getting a red tinge and every breath he takes being heavy and labored—now I'm actually getting scared, but he just won't talk to me.
However, eventually it seems like the situation is getting bad enough that he can't keep quiet anymore, and he looks at me with a pitiful expression on his face. "Sami... I messed up. I... I messed up bad..." he mutters, every word coming out heavy.
"What is it? C'mon, just tell me. Whatever it is, I'll try to help you, OK?" I say, and I mean it. I like Fabian, I really do, and whatever's got him this messed up, I want to help him out. He just points to the bedroom, and I quickly make my way there, only to find an unusual little bottle with a dropper standing next to an empty glass of water. Picking the bottle up, I see that the label reads "Love Potion No. 9"—and if I weren't so messed up right now I'd probably cringe at this boomer-ass reference—the title and general graphical makeup implying very heavily that this is an aphrodisiac of some kind. So this seems to be what's behind his distress, but why? And where's this from? I head back to the living room, where Fabian is still sitting there, still exhibiting those signs that I can now interpret as very heavy arousal. "Where did you get this from?" I ask, confused.
It takes a moment for him to answer. "Um... Emmet g-got it for me..." he tells me.
"You got it off Emmet? Shit..." I mutter. I've been told that every chemistry major class has the one dude that's way too much into drugs and such, who's probably going to drop out because he got way too high, and Emmet is the one in ours. He's got connections that can get you all sorts of compounds, drugs and more, all of them of dubious legal status. So Fabian just took an unknown dose of some possibly illicit aphrodisiac he got from a questionable source, so it's not like we can just get him to a doctor or something to figure out what to do. I make a mental note to get rid of this stuff somewhere later, but right now, the important thing is helping him get through this next bit. Nothing's going to change that he's hot and horny as all hell and is going to be so for an unknown amount of time. Shit. But before I get to figuring out what we're going to do about that, one question is burning inside of me. "Why the hell did you take an aphrodisiac?"
He looks at me with this pained expression on his face. "I... I t-thought that if I took it and... and got really horny, I'd be a-able to tell you..." he responds, sounding like he's about to cry at any moment.
"Tell me what?" I ask in return, still baffled at this whole situation.
Again, silence. For a few moments, the only sound in the room is his heavy, clearly turned on beyond belief breathing. "...that I... l-love you... ever since the f-first day we met... I n-never could summon up... the c-courage..." he pants.
This makes everything even more complicated. So now I'm stuck with this drug-induced horndog of a nerd that is in love with me, another guy. I can't tell anybody about this, so I need to help him through this all on my own. Well, shit. "Alright, c'mon, let's go to the bedroom..."