Expulsion gave Liam Barrett a dangerous choice. Needing to transfer for his final year, he'd known immediately where to go. It was a distantly familiar place that'd taken everything from him; had once ruined him so absolutely and twisted his persona...
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Liam flopped onto Charlie's mattress on their return, digging his face into the covers. Smelling the same fresh detergent he got from Charlie's neck earlier was heady, the entire bed echoing the scent of the other man. It was weirdly arousing; getting a semi from something like that was a first.
ㅤ"You eaten yet?" Charlie asked, rooting through his mini fridge. After a quiet click of the tongue, he shut it. It was empty, presumably.
ㅤ"Nope," Liam replied, rolling onto his side to admire that nice arse and handsome face.
ㅤA tuft of brown hair stuck out on the back of Charlie's head which he wanted to tug. Freckles were speckled on his nape and Liam would've been happy to lick them all to see if they'd rub off. He'd certainly try his hardest.
ㅤ"Well," Charlie said, mildly, looking into his cupboard. "There's cereal or baked beans on toast. Take your pick."
ㅤA slight pink burnt Charlie's neck, flushing out the new-found freckles and moles there. Embarrassment, perhaps—but he hadn't noticed Liam's stare—was it because he couldn't offer an elaborate meal like Liam had when he'd come round that one evening? But Liam had never expected to receive anything like that—the lasagna itself had been a special occasion regardless, not a social standard. Charlie didn't seem to know that.
ㅤAnd whilst Liam was hungry for something, it wasn't food.
ㅤ"It's fine, I don't want your mouldy bread."
ㅤ"Aren't you hungry though?"
ㅤ"Oh yea," he breathed.
ㅤA stilling of caught attention and a cocked head, Charlie turned around with furrowed brows. He opened his mouth to speak but stopped, and stared.
ㅤ"...Are you hard right now?"
ㅤLiam grinned, throwing his arms above his head and stretching. "Yep."
ㅤThe unimpressed surprise persisted but Charlie was distracted by the view, his condescending stare fraying around the edges. His gaze raked Liam up and down, dragged by potent interest. It admired the way Liam's shirt stretched over his chest and paused at the tent in his trousers.
ㅤ"You might wanna do something about that then."
ㅤ"Yea, I should," Liam agreed. "Hey, it's quite hot in here. Maybe you should take your shirt off."
ㅤCharlie rolled his eyes. "You're still in the mood even after that?" But he was pulling it over his head anyway, his chest and arm muscles flexing with the movement. "And do you even know subtlety?"
ㅤ"My libido is unshakable," Liam responded. "Trousers too."
ㅤ"I'm not giving you a strip show, Abbie. You haven't paid for that."
ㅤLiam clicked his tongue. "Next time. Still a nice view nevertheless."
ㅤIt was as if Liam's lust-fueled dreams had reflected into reality. Charlie's lean body was armoured with compact muscle. It flexed and tightened under the skin when he moved, almost no fat letting the rivets of his abs carve into him, defined. After his shirt was shed, he kicked off his trousers with his equally strong legs.
