Shawn glanced around. “Let go. You’re attracting attention.”
Rutledge removed his hand and bit out, “Follow me.”
“I have a class in a few minutes.”
“I’ll write you a note,” Rutledge threw over his shoulder before walking away.
“That’s abuse of power,” Shawn grumbled but did follow him.
Rutledge led him into a classroom at the end of the hall. It was empty.
Shawn closed the door. “Look, this is—”
Rutledge slammed him against the wall and crushed their lips together.
Goddammit, not this again. But he was already kissing back and gasping into Rutledge’s mouth.
The kiss was messy and needy, Rutledge pressing against him as though he was trying to embed him in the wall.
Shawn whined when the kiss ended as suddenly as it began.
Rutledge buried his face against the side of Shawn’s throat, breathing deeply, his body tense as hell. “I want to fuck you.” Rutledge sucked hard on the side of his neck, his hands kneading Shawn’s ass and pushing their crotches together. “Need to fuck you again.”
Shawn closed his eyes, trying to think, trying to remember how to breathe because it didn’t seem like he was getting any oxygen to his brain and all his blood seemed to have drained into his cock and his head was blissfully empty. He couldn’t for the life of him remember why it was such a bad idea—
“Why would Shawn be here—Oh.”
Shawn froze. Rutledge went very still, his lips still on Shawn’s neck.
Then they both turned their heads.
Christian stood in the half-open doorway, his mouth agape.
“He’s not here,” he said loudly, stepped back, and shut the door.
His face hot, Shawn sighed. “I should go.”
But he didn’t move.
Rutledge leaned his forehead against the wall next to Shawn’s head. His hands were still gripping Shawn’s hips, his thumbs on the bare skin of Shawn’s lower stomach. “This is all your fault,” he said, his voice terse.
Shawn huffed, buried his hand in Rutledge’s hair and tugged. “How is this my fault?”
“You shouldn’t have decided to leave early,” Rutledge said irritably, placing greedy, open-mouthed kisses on Shawn’s neck. “If you hadn’t done that, I would have fucked you a few more times until it got boring enough.”
“Charming,” Shawn said dryly—or rather, tried to, but his voice came out a little breathy.
Rutledge lifted his head from his neck. His pupils were completely blown as his gaze alternated between Shawn’s eyes and mouth. “I’ll come to your place tonight and we will fuck.” That wasn’t a question.
Shawn wet his lips. “Already forgot about the twins?”
Wrong answer.He should have refused outright.
Rutledge stared at his lips, his thumbs stroking Shawn’s bare stomach. “Aren’t kids supposed to go to sleep early?”
“I— I can’t leave them alone. What if they wake up?”
“We’ll be quiet.”
