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1.
Travis rooted around the foot of the bed in the dark, feeling in front of himself with his hands. No luck. His clothes weren’t anywhere he could feel. There were only protein bar wrappers and empty water bottles and Nolan’s shoes.
“What are you doing,” Nolan mumbled from the bed. His voice was muffled where his face was pressed into the pillow.
“Trying to find my clothes,” Travis huffed as he tripped over a stack of Nolan’s econ books.
“No, I mean, like,” Nolan said, the bed creaking as he turned over. “Like, are you leaving or whatever.”
“Yeah, I have practice in the morning,” Travis said. “I just need to find my pants.”
Nolan sighed and turned on the flashlight of his phone, shining it on a naked Travis standing next to his bed.
Travis shielded his eyes from the glare with one hand and covered his dick with the other. “Oh, thanks for the help, man. Couldn’t turn on a lamp or whatever,” he grumbled. He followed the beam of the flashlight to where Nolan had shined it on a floor lamp in the corner of the room. Travis’s boxers were hanging on the lampshade and his shorts and tshirt were in a pile at the base.
“All good?” Nolan said, shutting the flashlight off.
“Yeah,” Travis said. He dressed quickly and checked to make sure his dorm room key and cell phone were in the pockets of his shorts. “I’ll see you around, man.”
“Sure, yeah,” Nolan mumbled. Travis looked back at the bed as he opened the door. The light from the hallway fell on Nolan, who was wrapped in a pile of blankets, his hair a halo on the pillow. The noise from the party downstairs echoed down the hall as Travis quietly shut the door behind him.
2.
They collapsed back on the bed together, Nolan curled around Travis, his face tucked into the crook of Travis’s neck.
Travis hummed. "That was good."
"Yeah?" Nolan asked. And then, without waiting for an answer: "You know, next time you can come on my face."
"Uh," Travis sputtered. "Okay. Are you sure? Like, you don't think it's degrading or whatever?"
"You were just choking me with your dick," Nolan deadpanned.
"Yeah, okay," Travis sighed, scrubbing his hand over his face.
"I didn't think you'd be uptight about that," Nolan teased. He tickled his fingers across Travis’s stomach.
"I'm not uptight," Travis said. He tried to roll away from Nolan, who slid his arms around Travis and curled against his back.
"Okay, babe," Nolan kissed the back of Travis' neck.
"I just ate your ass," Travis insisted. "I am very sexually adventurous!"
"If you say so," Nolan laughed. He pressed himself against Travis' back and tucked his cock between Travis' ass cheeks, sliding slowly between them. "This okay?"
"Yeah," Travis said, a catch in his voice. "Although we should be careful because isn't your roommate going to be back soon?"
"He's working until midnight so we have," Nolan lifted his head to peer at the clock on his nightstand, "25 minutes until I have to kick you out." Nolan bit down gently on Travis' shoulder and pressed his hips closer.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were ashamed of me," Travis joked awkwardly.
“Everyone at the party saw us come up here,” Nolan murmured. He moved against Travis, shifting his hips forward and sliding against Travis.
“I know,” Travis babbled, “but-”
Nolan growled and turned Travis’s head to catch his lips in a crushing kiss. He broke the kiss after a minute, leaving Travis gasping as Nolan thrust against him, Travis’s hip held tight in Nolan’s grasp. “I’m close, I’m close.”
“Wanna come on my face?” Travis said loudly.
Nolan promptly came with a groan, his come splashing against Travis’s ass and dripping on the sheet. Nolan collapsed against Travis with a laugh. “Oh, fuck,” Nolan panted, “next time?”
“Yeah. You guys having a party next weekend too?” Travis rolled up to a sitting position and felt around on the floor for his underwear.
“Saturday, although you can swing by Friday or whenever,” Nolan said, trying to keep his tone casual.
“I’ll probably just see you Saturday, I’ve got a date on Friday,” Travis said. He pulled his shorts up and fastened them before leaning over to drop a kiss on Nolan’s cheek. “Oh, there’s my shirt.”
Nolan watched as Travis pulled his shirt over his head and smoothed it down his torso. Travis patted his pockets to locate his wallet and keys and then headed over to the door.
“Everything cool, Patty?” Travis asked, one hand on the doorknob.
“I’m great,” Nolan smiled. He pulled the sheet over himself as Travis slipped out the door.
3.
Nolan teased his fingers down Travis’s sides, smiling up at him as goose bumps broke out on his skin. He kissed across Travis’s stomach, dipping his tongue into Travis’s belly button.
“Hey, that tickles!” Travis giggled. He kicked one foot against Nolan’s leg.
“Hmm,” Nolan growled, kissing around Travis’s softening cock. He sat back on his knees and gave Travis a once-over. “Your hamstrings okay?” Nolan massaged Travis’s thighs with his palms, kneading the muscles there with his fingers.
“No thanks to you folding me in half,” Travis grumbled, acting put out but with a smirk on his face.
“I think you liked it,” Nolan said, smirking right back.
Suddenly, there was a loud pounding on the bedroom door. “Patty!” Kevin bellowed.
“Go away,” Nolan shouted over his shoulder and then he leaned in to kiss Travis on the lips, sliding his tongue into Travis’s willing mouth.
“C'mon baby cat!” Kevin shouted again. "It's 12:30!"
Nolan leaned off the bed to pick up a shoe and threw it at the door. "Relax," he shouted. He climbed off of Travis. “I gotta find my pants.”
"What's going on?"
"Ugh, there's a pledge thing I have to go to," Nolan said. He straightened up and pulled on his pants, zipping them up and fastening the button. "You, you can stay-"
"I probably should get going," Travis said over Nolan's mumble.
"Yeah okay-"
"Unless you want me to wait so we can-"
They talked over each other for a moment and then both paused, smiling at each other for a moment.
“You probably should go," Nolan sighed. He looked into his laundry hamper for a passably clean hoodie. "Last year, we ended up being out in the woods with the pledges until, like, dawn."
"Okay, well in that case definitely take these handcuffs off me."
Nolan looked over at the bed, where Travis shrugged bashfully and rattled his wrists where they were handcuffed to the headboard. Nolan frowned and pulled the hoodie over his head.
“You look good like this though,” Nolan said. He picked up the handcuff key off the top of the dresser and got back on the bed on his hands and knees, hovering over Travis. "And there's more stuff that I want to do to you." He bit his lip as he leaned in for a kiss, Travis' naked body arching up for contact with Nolan's clothed one.
"Next time?" Travis murmured up at him when Nolan finally broke the kiss and started unlocking the handcuffs.
"Okay, you're free," Nolan said, tossing the handcuffs and the key on the floor next to the bed.
Travis grabbed his clothes and started dressing. As Nolan pulled on shoes and headed for the door, Travis called after him. "Have fun, baby cat."
Nolan paused in the doorway. "If you tell anyone outside of this house about that-"
"Don't worry, Patty. Your secret's safe with me," Travis grinned.
4.
Travis cuddled into Nolan’s side, still trying to catch his breath. He tangled his feet with Nolan’s and felt Nolan sigh contentedly. Travis trailed his foot up Nolan’s left ankle to his calf, where he paused.
“What’s that?” Travis asked. He lifted his head up to peer down at Nolan’s leg.
"Oh god,” Nolan muttered, twisting away and trying to cover up the outside of his left calf. “Nothing.”
“No, no,” Travis insisted, “it looks like a scar from a burn.”
“It’s a brand, okay?”
“A what?” Travis yelped. He sat up and pulled Nolan’s leg toward him to inspect.
“Get off,” Nolan swatted Travis’ hands away. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Someone branded you so I’m pretty sure it’s a big deal,” Travis pointed out.
Nolan huffed. “I’ll tell you if you don’t blab it all over the place.”
Travis paused and then, reluctantly, said, “Okay.” He laid back and held his arms out for Nolan, who settled against Travis’s chest. Travis smoothed Nolan’s hair off of his face. “Okay, go ahead.”
“Alright, it was hell week during spring semester of my freshman year and Claude suggested that all of the pledges get Chi O brands-”
“Wait, wait,” Travis interrupted, “Claude suggested?”
“Yeah because if he ordered us to do it, it would be hazing,” Nolan said impatiently. “And we all wanted to prove ourselves so we decided to do it.”
“Sounds stupid, but okay,” Travis mumbled.
Nolan swatted Travis’s chest. “You had to be there. So we all went to this sketchy tattoo parlor out on the highway to get the brands. And I went first.”
Travis picked his head up. “And?” he prompted.
Nolan groaned, as if reliving the memory. “And it hurt like a motherfucker! You have no idea. After they saw me get it, none of the other guys wanted to do it.”
“They chickened out?” Travis yelped.
“Yep,” Nolan said.
“So why doesn’t it look like your fraternity letters?”
Nolan buried his face in Travis’s chest for a moment. “Because,” he said slowly, “I was 18 and drunk all of hell week and didn’t know how to take care of it. So it sort of got infected.” Nolan paused for a moment while Travis gasped in horror. “I had to go to the student health center and get IV antibiotics and everything. And now the scar looks like a blob.”
“Ewww,” Travis said. “See, this is why I didn’t join a fraternity.”
“I thought you didn’t join a fraternity because you can just drink our beer for free,” Nolan teased.
“Shut up,” Travis said quietly. And then after a moment: “I should probably get going.”
“Yeah,” Nolan responded, not moving from where his head was pillowed on Travis’s chest. He had his eyes closed and if he let himself, he could drift right off to sleep.
“Ah shit,” Travis said a few minutes later. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. “I fell asleep for a minute.”
“You could stay if you want,” Nolan murmured, turning onto his stomach and resting his head on his arm.
“Hmm?” Travis said, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.
“Nothing, I’ll see you man,” Nolan said, turning his head toward the wall. He waited until he heard the sound of the door clicking shut behind Travis before he closed his eyes again.
5.
Nolan traced his fingers down Travis's back and between his cheeks, circling his fingers around Travis's still-lubed hole. "Okay?" he whispered against Travis's shoulder.
"Yeah but not too much,” Travis breathed out. "I'm still sore from your monster cock."
Nolan snorted. He slid one finger in up to the second knuckle and placed a wet kiss on Travis's shoulder. "I'm not even hard, I just want to touch you," Nolan said, sliding a second finger in alongside the first and watching Travis arch back into his hand. "That good?"
"Yeah," Travis said into the pillow, hissing with pleasure when Nolan pressed inside him.
"C'mere," Nolan rasped, prompting Travis to pick up his head. Nolan leaned in for a slow kiss, biting Travis's lips before separating. Nolan pulled his fingers out slowly. "Next time. I don't want to hurt you."
"How about Saturday? I could come by the party around 10?" Travis said eagerly.
"Saturday’s our formal," Nolan said, planting a kiss on the tip of Travis's nose. "Closed party."
"Maybe you could sneak me in? Pretend I'm your date or something-"
"I already have a date," Nolan said quietly, interrupting Travis.
"Oh," Travis said. He rolled away from Nolan and started feeling around on the floor for his clothes. "Anyone I know?"
"I don't know who you know," Nolan said, a little too bitchy. He shied back when Travis shot him a look and said, "Carter Hart? From ATO?"
"Disney prince hair. Yeah, I know him," Travis said. He pulled his shirt hard over his head, his head popping out the neck and his hair in disarray. "Okay, well, have a good time."
Nolan watched helplessly as Travis flounced to the door and yanked it open. "Trav?"
"What?" Travis snipped, halfway out the door, the pounding of the music from the party downstairs leaking into the room.
"'Night," Nolan said. He watched as Travis set his mouth in a line and shut the door behind him.
+1
They sat side by side on Nolan’s bed, Travis’s heels kicking against the bed frame as he swung his legs.
“So, thanks for coming,” Nolan said.
“Yeah, thanks for, like, inviting me? To whatever this is?” Travis said, the corner of his mouth turned up.
Nolan sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t know what this is,” he mumbled.
“Okay,” Travis hopped up and started pacing around the room. “We could talk about something?" Travis said, whipping around to point at Nolan. “Seen any good movies lately?”
“Trav.”
“Did you hear they’re remaking 101 Dalmatians? Like, an origin story for Cruella-”
“Travis,” Nolan said loudly.
“Sorry,” Travis came to a stop in front of Nolan, who reached out and took his hands.
“After last time, you seemed mad,” Nolan mumbled, looking down. “And I don’t want you to be mad at me.”
Travis was quiet for a moment before he sighed and sat back down on the bed. “I wasn’t mad, just a little…” “
"Yeah, I’m sorry,” Nolan said. He slipped his arm around Travis’s waist and pulled him closer. “The thing with Carter,” Nolan started and then paused. “It’s not a thing.”
“Oh,” Travis said, nodding quickly. “That’s good to know.”
“I don’t know if you’re, like,” Nolan said before burying his face in Travis’s neck, inhaling, and then letting out a big breath. “If you’re like, into me at all but, like,” and then he dramatically shrugged and tried to pull away.
“Nope, stay here bud,” Travis chided, pulling Nolan back to his side. “You gotta finish that sentence sometime.”
“Ugh,” Nolan groaned, tipping forward. “I like you, okay?” he said quietly into his lap.
“I like you too,” Travis said, leaning toward Nolan to nuzzle his shoulder.
“Yeah?” Nolan asked. He picked up his head and looked at Travis, finally.
“I mean, I’ve been coming over here to hook up with you every weekend this semester,” Travis pointed out.
“Okay but that doesn’t mean-”
“Yeah, it does,” Travis cut him off. "It does to me."
“What about that date you had a few weeks ago,” Nolan mumbled, letting his shoulders slump again.
“I didn’t actually,” Travis said, clenching his teeth into a grimace. “I was playing hard to get.”
“That’s,” Nolan shook his head, a smile creeping over his face. “That’s fucking stupid.”
“You make me stupid,” Travis bumped Nolan’s shoulder with his.
“Oh my god, shut up,” Nolan leaned in to kiss Travis, cupping Travis’s face with his hand. He kissed Travis softly, savoring the little gasp that Travis made when Nolan delicately traced his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.
Travis pulled back after a moment, his eyes glassy. “You want me to stay over?”
Nolan let a little growl out of the back of his throat. “I want you to get in my bed and never let you leave,” he said, kissing Travis and pushing him back onto the bed. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yeah,” Travis said breathlessly between kisses. “Sounds perfect.”