Porter
Did you forget my class schedule already, stalker?
Porter
Classes on and off till 2. You?
My post-orgasm brain is really throwing me off my game this morning. At least his response is exactly what I should’ve expected from him, and I laugh.
Will
Wanna meet in the library on your break?
Porter
Sure
Will
Great. See ya then
“You guys ready?” I call out as I head down the stairs to Cam and Nathan.
Cam shouts “yeah” from the kitchen, and Nathan nods from behind his phone.
“Great, let’s go.”
“Whoa, what’s the rush, man?” Nathan asks.
“I’m going to meet Porter before class,” I tell both of them as they gather their shit.
Nathan turns to look at me, but Cam speaks, drawing my attention to him. “You’ve sure been spending a lot of time with him lately.”
“What’s the difference between me hanging out with him, and you hanging out with Decker?”
“Good point. It’ll be cool to all live together if you guys agree to move next year.”
“I already told you I would if we get a bigger spot. This place wouldn’t fit us all unless you want to share your room with him, but I’m not volunteering mine,” I dismiss.
“Yeah, yeah. We’ve been looking for a bigger place,” Cam adds.
“Well, send me links, but for now let’s go.” When we get to campus, I park at the athletic building, and we all say our goodbyes before I head to the library.
All Porter said when he responded was “sounds good,” so I’m not sure where exactly to meet him. I lean against the wall by what I’d call the lobby area, not that I know much about libraries, and wait.
“Will! Hey.” Porter smiles, eyes brighter and far more awake now than the photo he sent me earlier. And damn, does he seem happy to see me, which makes me smile.
“Hey, how was your class?” I ask, feeling a strange urge to greet him with a hug. But I shake that thought off because it’d be weird.
“Good. It’s fun to finally be participating rather than justbeing lectured at. I’ve gotten to do photography, TV and radio, podcasting, even some design. I love it.”
“That’s amazing. If you ever need a model, I have paid experience.” I waggle my eyebrows at him, making him laugh.
“Oh? Tell me more, I didn’t realize I was in the presence of apaidmodel,” Porter teases.
“I’ll have you know, I’ve posed multiple times for the art students to paint me in the nude.”
Porter stares at me for a moment before a slow smile creeps over his face. “That is the most Will-coded thing I’ve ever heard. Oh my god.” He laughs again, and I think he might even be blushing. “I appreciate the offer, but I think I’m in the wrong major for any of my professors to be excited for a nude portrait of you to come across their desk.”
