Chapter 8 Angus
ANGUS
I’m exhausted. I was up half the night, helping Dad with a difficult birth.
Thankfully, both mum and calf made it and are doing great.
I, on the other hand, could do with several hours of extra sleep.
But I have lectures and coursework I have to hand in today, so instead of spending the day in bed, I’m in the canteen, finishing my fourth cup of coffee.
I grab my things and head towards my lecture, realising, too late, that I should have gone to the canteen toilets before doing so.
Fuck, I’m busting to go. I quicken my pace, duck into the maths building, and dive into the first set of toilets I find.
I vaguely register that they’re empty as I make a beeline for the closest urinal, undo my jeans, fish my cock out of my pants, and empty my bladder, sighing as I do so.
The door whines open. I glance into the mirror that extends along the entire wall of urinals and sinks. Who thought guys wanted to check themselves out in the mirror while pissing? At least it lets me see who’s just come in. I catch my breath. Richard.
It’s been a week and a day since we hooked up, and it's the first time I’ve seen him. Not that I’ve been looking for him. I even stopped using the maths department as a shortcut to my lectures, just in case. Until this morning, but I was desperate.
Now, he’s here, looking gorgeous despite having a deer-caught-in-headlights expression, while I’ve got my cock hanging out of my pants. I scan the cubicles behind me in the mirror. All three doors are open. We’re alone.
“Hi,” I say.
He clears his throat. “Hi.”
“I, uh, needed to pee.”
“I can see. You do know these are staff toilets, don’t you?”
I widen my eyes. “Are they? Shit. I didn’t know. Sorry.”
I waggle my cock to get rid of any drips, tuck it into my pants and do my jeans up.
I keep my head down as I go to the sink, but can’t resist looking at him via the mirror as I wash my hands.
I shouldn’t stare, but he’s so fucking pretty.
It helps that I can remember exactly how his lips felt against mine.
I can remember that his beard was soft yet prickly as he kissed me.
I can remember— Never mind. I need to put sexy thoughts out of my head.
I dry my hands under the dryer and then spin around, facing Richard for the first time. He hasn’t moved.
“I should go.” I point at the door, but I can’t move, like my feet are rooted to the spot. Or maybe I don’t want to leave. “Are you okay?” I keep my voice low, just in case anyone is passing by in the corridor.
He nods, but the sadness in his eyes says otherwise.
I haven’t heard any rumours about Richard getting a divorce.
Either the campus rumour mill hasn’t kicked into gear yet, I run in the wrong circles to hear such gossip, or he changed his mind.
Or he’s really good at keeping his private life private.
I haven’t heard any rumours about us either. Thank fuck.
“Well, uh, I should get going.” I still don’t move.
Richard takes a step towards me and then falters.
“Did you want to say something?” I sound way too hopeful, desperate almost, but I would love a second round with Richard. Although not here.
“Thank you.”
I raise my eyebrows. “I haven’t done anything.”
“For the other night. For not saying anything.”
I smile. “I told you, I don’t—” I bite my tongue. “Well, you know.”
He returns my smile. “I do. Thanks.”
An odd look flits through his eyes, and then he strides forward, grabs my hair at the base of my neck, and pulls me into a kiss.
He releases me and wheels away. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Dazed, I do nothing but blink at him. Maybe he shouldn’t have kissed me, but I’m glad he did.
He locks stares with me. His chest is heaving. He looks conflicted, which is weirdly sexy. He glances at one of the stalls. I know that look. It crossed his face when we were on Elle’s bonnet, and he glanced into the back at the benches. Is he thinking naughty thoughts? About me? About us?
He presses his lips together, rolls his shoulders back, and schools his expression. Disappointment makes my stomach dip.
“You should go,” he says.
“Going.” I stride to the door, put my hand on the handle, and then pause and glance at him. “I really hope you’re okay.”
His carefully composed expression crumbles. He closes the distance between us before I can draw breath, puts his hand on the door beside my shoulder, and stares into my eyes. “This is wrong.”
“Wrong can be fun.”
He pushes onto his toes and kisses me hard. Oh, fuck, it’s an unforgettable kiss, full of heat and passion. It’s commanding and demanding, leaving me breathless and a little dizzy.
“Wrong is sexy,” I whisper.
He pulls away and touches his lips, which are glistening with our combined saliva.
Mine probably are, too. Do I have beard rash, or was it too brief a kiss?
I catch my breath while I wait for him to say or do something.
Kissing me again would be good. Dragging me into a stall and asking me to go down on him would be fucking awesome.
He waves at the door. “You should go.” And turns his back on me. “Go.”
I guess that’s it, then. “See you around.” A wicked thought pops into my head. I can’t. I shouldn’t. But I will. “Do you still have my number?”
He hunches his shoulders.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. See you around, Professor Jones.”
I open the door and waltz into the corridor, whistling nonchalantly. My lecturer is going to be pissed I’m late, but I don’t care.
I meet up with Jimmy and Steph for lunch at a burger bar on campus.
We sit around a table, pinching each other’s fries, eating greasy burgers, and chatting about our lectures.
We’re all studying different subjects, but the one thing we have in common—aside from weightlifting—is that we’re all in our final year of our degrees.
“Stardust has a singles night tonight,” Steph says.
It’s a wine bar in town. It’s a bit too posh for my tastes, though we sometimes end up there on a Thursday.
“Are you going?” Jimmy asks.
“Fuck, yeah. I need to meet someone who’ll give me shivers tonight.”
“I do not want to know what you mean by that.”
Steph laughs, leans close to us, and whispers, “Someone with a very skilled tongue.” She gestures to her crotch before popping a chip into her mouth. She grabs another one and points it at Jimmy and then at me. “I know you two boys are single. You should come with me. We can all hook up.”
“With each other?” Jimmy waggles his eyebrows.
She gives him a withering look. “You don’t have the right genitals, darling. Angus might be up for a quickie with you, though.”
“Uh, what?” I ask.
“If neither of you pulls at the singles night, you could go home together and do the deed,” Steph says.
Jimmy wraps his arm around my neck. “Nah, we’re just mates.”
I nod. I’ve never thought of Jimmy as anything else. He’s bi, so we could have gone there if we wanted to, but we never have.
“Although I would make an exception if you want to watch us do the deed,” Jimmy says.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” I ask.
“Aw, come on, it would be fun.”
I playfully push my hand into his face as I laugh and shake my head. “In your dreams.”
“No offence, but watching two guys fuck wouldn’t do it for me,” Steph said.
“Eh, none taken,” Jimmy says.
“So—?” She stares at us in turn.
“So—what?” I ask.
“Are you coming to Stardust?”
“Tonight?”
“Yes!”
“Of course he will. Assuming his dad will let him have the night off,” Jimmy teases.
I flinch. He might have been joking, but it cut too close to the bone. Even so, it gives me an out. “I can’t. I was up half the night. And, yes, I do have to help out on the farm after I’m done here. Then I’ve got a date with my bed. Alone.”
“Since when have you ever turned down a chance to get laid?”
I shrug. “There’s a first time for everything. I’m not in the mood.”
He gapes at me. “You’re always in the mood for sex. If there’s one thing I can bet on, it’s that you’ll pull whenever we go out.”
“Not tonight.”
“Boring.” Jimmy wafts his hand in front of his mouth and fake-yawns loudly.
“You’d do the same if you’d had less than four hours’ sleep.”
“Nah. I’m not a lightweight. Drink lots of coffee and you’ll be fine. Especially once you’ve hooked up with someone and you’ve got a dick in your arse. Or your dick in their arse.”
I wipe my hand over my face. I’m not tempted to go to Stardust, and not just because I’m tired.
I can still feel the pressure of Richard’s lips against mine from where he kissed me earlier.
Damn, the staff toilet was a seedy place for a kiss like that, but that’s partly what made it so hot.
It was exciting, too, wondering if someone was going to walk in and catch us.
Not that I want Richard to get into trouble.
It’s stupid, but I’d rather wait for him to call me—which he won’t—than go out and have sex with a stranger.
Wow. Who am I, and what’s happened to the real me? Sex is one of my hobbies, and I’m passing up the chance to get some.
“I’ve already drunk too much coffee today. Anymore, and I won’t sleep for a week. Sorry, but you’ll have to go out and have fun without me.”
Jimmy puts his hand over his heart. “It’ll be hard, but we’ll manage.”
“Are you sure we can’t tempt you?” Steph asks.
“Positive. My bed is already calling to me.” If only I could drag my arse there right now. I’m so tired.
“You could sack off whatever you’ve got on this afternoon and go get some sleep. Then you’ll be fresh as a daisy by tonight.”
“Can’t. I’ve got a meeting with my tutor.”
“Tell him you’re sick.”
Jimmy pats my head. “Angus won’t do that. He’s a good boy.”
“Get off.” I bat his hand away. “Can we change the subject now?”
“Fine. I’m going to up my bar weight on Tuesday,” Jimmy says.
We chat about weightlifting until we’ve finished eating. Then I gather up my things and say goodbye.
I’m barely out the door when Jimmy catches up to me, wrapping his arm around my neck like he always does.
“Hey, is being tired the real reason you’re blowing us off tonight?”
“Yes.” No. “And because I’ve got stuff to do at home.”
“Do you know what would do you the world of good?”
“No. What?”
“Moving out.”
I cringe. “I can’t.” Not without taking out loans to cover rent. Besides, we’re halfway through the academic year, so there won’t be any student rooms left to rent anywhere.
“Then tell your dad to fuck off and hire someone else to help him.”
I sigh. “I can’t. The farm is barely turning a profit as it is. He will have to, eventually, but I promised I’d help at least until I graduate.”
“If you’re not careful, there will always be a reason why you can’t leave. Don’t get trapped, Angus.”
“I won’t.”
He lets me go and jostles my shoulder. “My next lecture is at the other end of campus. You can still change your mind about tonight.” He makes guns with his fingers and pretends to shoot them at me. “Hot sex.”
“Tempting”—it’s not—“but no.”
“Shame.” He waves, turns, and jogs in the opposite direction.
I smile. It’s good to know my friends care, even if they’re far too invested in my sex life for anyone’s good. Right, only my meeting with my tutor, driving home, and helping Dad milk the cows stand between me and my bed. Let’s go.