whoa, where was this coming from? so much for not talking about it.
the wrestler coughed a little at the question, his body temperature spiking slightly as he reached a hand up to scratch at the skin on the back of his neck. why did that feel like a loaded question? of course, โ
what does he mean? jace is pretty comfortable as is.
the jock leaned back on the bed, resting on his elbow as he watched dylan scoot away a little, frowning as he heard the reasoning behind the others sexual reset. huh. thatโs actually a lot more somber than he was +
it had nothing to do with the jock but . . . a part of him did wish it had happened in more genuine way. did he regret it at all? no way in hell.
"what? no. it has nothing to do with you. i was talking with the president of the christianity club and he gave me the idea. i mean โ
jesus, why was he sitting so close? like there wasn't enough space on the bed for the both of them to sit comfortably.
"shut up. it's not even mine. one of the cheerleaders gave it to me to burrow for the day." he fired back, clearing his throat as their legs brushed against โ
his shortness only added to how hot jace found him. it was cuteโ.
โuh huh. well, remind me to hangout with you more often on laundry day.โ he teased, taking a seat beside dylan on his bed, closer than any straight guy should probably sit, leg brushing against the others. +
each other. the small physical contact even to make him scoot away just slightly โ it was way to tempting to be that close.
"um, yeah. i want to start over, you know? have my first time with someone i love instead of some random guy in the backseat of his car in an empty โ
into the dorm room, he playfully rolled his eyes at the comment and took his seat on the bed, the height of firm mattress causing his feet to dangling a few inches over the floor. god, he was so short.
"i'm not teasing anyone. it's laundry day."
this was the first time he had ever been invited to jace's dorm room, the other opting for sneaking into his dorm room via window. it was a welcome change for sure. the room was quiet, his roommate clearing out celebrating the huge win with the rest of the campus.
stepping โ
lucky for jace, both his roommate and the majority of his neighbors were out celebrating a win for the football team, out of town, something jace found himself doing a lot less ever since his injury.
opening the door with a smile, the jock wore a plain tank top and pyjama +
sneakers shuffling against the tacky lavender carper, he took a deep breath before placing a firm knock on @FRATSURVIVOR's dorm room door before tugging on the brim of his crop top, stretching out the school mascot that was embossed on the front of the fabric.