“You’re leaving too?”
“I don’t have any clean clothes, and you know me. I’m not much of a morning person. But if you’d rather I stayed and then missed our morning lecture so I can go home and—”
I press my fingers over his lips. “No. I don’t want you to skip a lecture. Next time, bring some clothes with you so you can stay if you want.”
Auggie squeezes my cock again. “Am I going home now or later?”
“Later. I want you to make me come again.”
He chuckles, kisses me, and undoes my jeans. “With pleasure.”
* * *
Casey is gone by the time I wake the next morning. He’s left a Post-it Note on my pillow.
Happy birthday. See you at Auggie’s after uni. C.
My grin spreads far wider than it should, considering it’s a cute note. I get a text notification as I’m reading the note for the third time.
Auggie
Happy birthday.
Are you coming to lectures today?
And there was me thinking you might play hooky on your birthday.
No.
Fine. I’ll be there.
I chuckle as I imagine him rolling his eyes, but then my smile fades. If only he could do a subject he was invested in. He’d be far less of a slacker if he were interested in the course. Does he hate pharmacology, or has he told himself he doesn’t like it because it’s what his dad wants him to do? I sigh. I can’t do anything about it except help him through the rest of his course.
The thought makes my heart stutter. We’re not even at the end of the first term in our second year. Am I thinking ahead to the end of our third year? Would it be such a bad thing if I was? Maybe it’s a thought best kept to myself for now.
I shower, have breakfast, and get to university early. Auggie meets me outside the lecture theatre with two minutes to spare, and we spend the day together. He even lets me tutor him without complaining too much.
Once we’re done with our lab session in the afternoon, we travel to Auggie’s by bus. I’m confused as we go past the main student zone into a leafy suburban area where the houses are probably eye-wateringly expensive. I’m even more confused when Auggie leads me to a red brick semi-detached house with bay windows and a garage.
“This is where you live?” I’m gawping, and I know it.
“Yes. I told you my parents are used to London prices, so this was nothing to them.”
He opens the door and leads me inside. It’s surprisingly neat, tidy, and clean for a student house, especially one that’s used for parties. Not that Casey and I are slobs, far from it. I sniff and inhale the scent of air freshener.
“Do you have a cleaner?”
Auggie chuckles. “Busted. Courtesy of my parents. They want to be able to sell this place when I graduate, so they don’t want it to be a revolting cesspit. Their words, not mine. And we’re back to the topic of me being an entitled brat.”
“You’re not.”
“I am.”
We go into the lounge-diner, which is open plan except for an archway between the two spaces. A bright blue box sits on the dining table, with a ribbon tied around it and presents sticking out of it. I was right. Casey and Auggie have been planning something together. I didn’t expect a box full of gifts. My men are amazing.
“You can’t look at that until Casey gets here.” Auggie puts his hands on my shoulders and steers me so my back is to the dining room. “What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful.”
