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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Dozing with a body that felt loose, Liam dozed in his post-orgasmic bliss. He was wrapped up in the duvet whilst Charlie was reluctantly wrapped up in his arms, tolerating it only because he was coming down from his own high. They'd both taken turns cleaning up and Liam had managed to snag Charlie for a spooning session.
ㅤ"I didn't expect you to be such a cuddle whore," Charlie muttered, sounding less annoyed than expected.
ㅤ"Who doesn't love a cuddle though?" Liam hummed as he tightened his arms, pulling Charlie's back against his chest.
ㅤLiam wasn't stupid enough to believe he wasn't being dangerously brazen—and had been for a while now. He was flamboyantly dancing on the fine line of what Charlie would tolerate and the other man wouldn't respond kindly to demeaning treatment. Liam forcing him to spoon with him was certainly pushing it.
ㅤBut he was too tired to demonstrate better self-restraint.
ㅤ"Are you staying over?" Charlie asked after a long silence, his voice a tired husky murmur. "It's late."
ㅤ"If that's alright with you, I'll take you up on that. I don't think my body will move anyway."
ㅤ"It's fine. You should tell your foster mum person or whatever, right?"
ㅤ"Mmm, I should."
ㅤLiam had to unhand his prisoner to fumble behind himself for his phone. Charlie obviously must've been too tired to take the opportunity to escape.
ㅤThe blue glare was blinding even on the lowest setting. He squinted from the divine burning light like a vampire as he texted Ella he was staying at a friend's house et cetera, et cetera, and not to wait up for him. Although they didn't mind him coming and going as he pleased, he needed to tell them where he was at least.
ㅤAs soon as it was sent, his phone thudded on Charlie's cheap floor as it was uncaringly dropped. He was about to recapture his cuddle partner before it dinged.
ㅤ"Is she saying you can't do it?" Charlie mumbled. "I hope you don't expect me to walk you home—this gentlemanly façade only goes so far."
ㅤ"...No. It's one of my old schoolmates. He always texts me this late. Fucking annoying."
ㅤ"Friend friend or friend-who-I-slept-with?"
ㅤ"The former," Liam responded. "I am genuinely offended you think I sleep with every person I know."
ㅤ"I used protection for a reason."
ㅤLiam weakly hit him and Charlie sleepily chuckled in response. "You arsehole," he accused but he was smiling behind Charlie's back.
ㅤThey lapped into a comfortable silence as Liam texted his friend, receiving updates on the drama erupting at his old school. Learning from his last overnight visit, Liam had smugly brought his own phone charger this time. He'd let it dangle from his hand like a lasso, ready to wrangle the bull, as he waited for Charlie's sexy and grumpy scowl to take root, anticipating the argument. Except, other than a slight furrow of his brows, Charlie had allowed him to plug it in without complaint.
