Felix stared at him, incredulous. “Dude, how many jobs do youhave?”
Jack shrugged. “So what do you say?”
Felix paused, considering. Depending on what he got charged for cleaning lessons, he could probably swing sixty. But if he was getting more cooking lessons, he’d have to buy more ingredients. Maybe he could stretch them, make multiple recipes out of the same things? Jack was thrifty, he definitely knew how to do that.
Before he could answer, his phone vibrated. He reached for it automatically, clamping the Tupperware container under his arm as he took his phone out to see the notification.
It was Jacob.hey want to come over tomorrow after stats class?
“Meme guy again?” Jack asked.
Felix looked up. He was smiling, he realized too late. Smiling like a schoolgirl who just got a text from her boyfriend.
“I’ll take you up on that, Mr. Two-A-Week,” Felix said. “Text me what to buy for next time. I’m gonna blow your tastebuds wide open!”
With that, he strode triumphantly out of the building and into the chilly air. Jack said something behind him, but Felix wasn’t paying attention: he had to see a guy about a list.
Butbeforethat, he had a guy to see about cleaning. And Jacob’s text about stats class had finally made him think of someone.
Felix peered around the corner, watching the classroom like a hawk.
Students piled into the hallway, looking as boring as most people who attended a stats class. Jacob was among the first, plain but deeply hot in his button-down and jeans that he only stopped ironing because his dorm didn’t provide an iron, even after his parents called the offices and complained. Felix used to despair over being so gone on a guy who kept his hair so neat and occasionally wore a pocket protector, but he was over it now. Jacob might look boring but looks were deceptive. And there was nothing boring about his tallness and his frown and his dark, deep eyes.
And hiscock. Felix could wax poetry about Jacob’s thick, gorgeous cock, which he’d gotten glimpses of in high school but had never seen in its full glory until this week. Even thinking about it made his mouth water.
He was so busy daydreaming about Jacob’s cock he almost missed the person he was waiting for. He only recognized the guy because he’d spent so much time glaring at him when Jacob pointed him out across the campus.
David Stanton didn’t have a backpack. He had asatchel, all polished leather that made Felix roll his eyes even as he ran up to him.
“Hey, David,” he said breezily as he stepped into stride with him. “What’s up?”
David, to his credit, didn’t flinch. He only looked over uncertainly, as if he wasn’t fully convinced Felix was speaking to him.
“Yeah, you,” Felix said.
“Do we know each other?” David asked. His voice was shockingly gravelly. It was almost attractive, if Felix wasn’t sworn to hate him for taking Jacob away from him.
“Not yet, my man. Not yet.” Felix slung an arm around his shoulder, finally getting the bewildered look he had been expecting. “David, I have an important question to ask you. Do you know how to clean?”
“Yes,” David said, staring at Felix’s hand on his arm.
Felix clicked his tongue. “Correct. Now for the clincher: how do you feel about earning a weekly forty bucks?”
CHAPTER 6
Jacob narrowed his eyes at Felix’s grubby nails as they headed for his dorm.
“Why do you have dirt under your nails?” Jacob asked. “Were you digging in the flowerbeds for buried treasure again? You said you wouldn’t do acid without a trip sitter.”
Felix groaned. “That was one time! And no, no flowerbeds.”
“Then what?” Jacob said. He peered at Felix’s nails in disgust. That wasintensedirt and grime, the kind you got from cleaning under a sink or scraping a grill. Not that Felix had ever done either. His parents weren’t the cleaning type. Even if they were, they were certainly not the teaching type. Felix only learned how to drive because he charmed his elderly neighbor into giving him lessons.
“I live a mysterious life,” Felix said, oddly fast. He tucked his hands in his pockets, and Jacob realized with a growing sense of unease that Felix wasn’t teasing, he genuinely didn’t want to tell Jacob what it was. Which never meant anything good.
Jacob fought down his first instinct, which was to hammer Felix with accusations until he folded. He went for sullen instead, hunching into his big shoulders and glaring. “You said you were going to drag me into your weird stuff,” he said.
“Noteverything,” Felix said. “We have different classes. You study all the time. We can’t spend every second of every day together.”
