Shawn wasn’t sure he could be quiet. Not when he already had to swallow back moans just from having Rutledge’s hands on his stomach.
“But—”
“I’ll come tonight,” Rutledge said firmly. “And we’ll fuck.”
He started leaning in to kiss Shawn again, but stopped, looked away, and stalked out of the room.
Shawn banged his head against the wall and had to wait for a while until his arousal faded and he could think—and move—again.
“How very nice of you to deign us with your presence, Mr. Wyatt,” Professor Travis said when he entered the classroom. “Only twenty minutes late.”
“I’m sorry, Professor,” Shawn said, trying not to squirm under her sharp gaze. Professor Travis had never particularly liked him, but her class was actually one of his best, so she usually had no reason to criticize him. Until now.
“Do you have any explanation, Wyatt?”
Shawn rubbed the back of his neck. “Actually, yes. Professor Rutledge had an urgent task for me. He told me to apologize to you on his behalf. He’s the reason I’m late.”
The woman’s eyebrows flew up. “Professor Rutledge?”
“Yep,” Shawn said, trying hard not to laugh. He couldn’t imagine Rutledge apologizing for anything, much less to this woman. “I’m really sorry for my tardiness, but if you have a problem with it, you’ll have to take it up with Professor Rutledge.”
Like hell she would.
Professor Travis still looked puzzled but nodded. “Very well. Sit down, Wyatt.”
Shawn headed to his usual seat next to Christian.
“An urgent task, huh?” Christian murmured as soon as Shawn took his seat. “Like sucking his dick?”
Shawn felt himself blush. “Come on—”
“Look,” Christian said quietly, his brown eyes looking at him intently. “I’m not judging. But you shouldn’t have lied. It’s over, my ass.”
Shawn winced. “I really thought it was over, I swear. And it is. But…”
“But?”
Sighing, Shawn murmured, “I’m kind of really bad at thinking with my head when he puts his tongue in my mouth.”
Christian stared at him for a short while before shaking his head slowly. “This is so weird, man. I mean, this isn’t even some random guy we’re talking about. It’s Rutledge. Rutledge!”
“I know. I know it’s weird, and stupid, and totally crazy and pointless. He’s everything I don’t want, but at the same time… Shit, it’s fucking with my mind.”
“But you still want him.”
“Yeah,” Shawn said.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
“He thinks if we fuck a few more times, it’s bound to get boring.” Shawn leaned back in his chair, running a hand over his face. “He’d better be right.”
He’d better be.
Chapter 16
The girls fell asleep at nine in the evening, just after Shawn returned from work.
After that, Shawn spent an hour trying to make the shabby apartment look semi-presentable. At last, he gave up on it as a lost cause and took a quick shower. Putting on a pair of old blue shorts, Shawn was drying himself off when there was a quiet knock on the door.
