He really ought to have known, but this was the first semester that he wasn’t a TA, and that had been a last-minute change. He’d forgotten that it was midterms week. Shaking his head and feeling even more annoyed with himself for looking up the information at home but failing to write it down, he made for his usual area in the stacks and hoped he could just find the books he needed by sheer luck. All of the computer terminals had been commandeered by undergrads researching their first midterm projects. The last thing he needed was to make a bad impression Professor Sullivan was one of the most demanding faculty in the Art History department. He was in a hurry, not quite late yet, but he hadn’t left himself enough time to get the materials he wanted and then rush across campus for his meeting.
RODRIGO bounced up the stairs to the fourth floor of the library, his long legs easily taking them two at a time. The leap on top of Kyle wasn’t graceful, but it worked.Their support and help. Kyle was naked and on all fours on the bed, ready for him - looking over his shoulder at Charlie. He removed his own shirt, shoes and socks in record time and followed.
What are you going to do about it, spank me? he joked, wiggling his arse at Charlie and heading into the bedroom. Kyle smirked as he pulled off his sweat-damp black T-shirt. Kyle had tried to placate him with a bit of a hand job in the cab on the way home, but when Charlie had stubbornly pouted, the other man had settled for teasing him to aching hardness instead. Queen of the Cowboys was Jessica’s contribution. Tonight’s subject of ridicule had been his new favourite shirt, a pale lilac button-down Western-style number with black piping. There was just no way Charlie could hold his own against those three when they ripped into him. Kyle’s wicked mind, combined with Jessica’s deviousness and Emma’s wit, made for an unfair competition. Perfect.Įxcept for the teasing when they got together with their mates for a drink after work. Exactly what they both wanted: no more, no less. Theirs was just a casual relationship, friends fucking. Kyle had dragged him back home before it got too shockingly late and their groping became too obvious for public viewing. Their night out at the pub had been typical: a bit of dancing, a bit of playing darts, more than a bit of drinking. You sided with the girls against me, you wanker, Charlie accused, giving Kyle a shove across the living room while trying not to laugh and ruin his scowl.
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