17
XAVE
“Wassup, asshat?”Jace greets as I walk into his and Jax’s room.
“You tell me.” I close the door. “You texted me, remember?”
“I do, and I did.” He blows a massive bubble, then pops it and sucks the deflated gum back into his mouth. “Grab a chair because the shit I found on your boy Damon is jui-cee,” he says, emphasizing the last word.
A weird flutter ignites in my chest at Damon’s name, but I ignore it and head over to Jax’s desk so I can grab his chair.
It’s been over a week since I fucked him in the woods, and instead of going back to just watching him like I should have, I’ve fucked him every day since. And each time has been better than the last.
The second night started the same as the first, only Damon was the one who initiated things when he chose to go for a walk after dark and picked an isolated route that guaranteed we wouldn’t be interrupted.
And the way he tried to cover up his excitement when I revealed myself said everything I needed to know.
He wanted it, and he proved that when he ran behind a building and let me fuck him against it while I covered his mouth with my hand to quiet his cries.
And considering he keeps going for nighttime walks and choosing isolated routes, I’d say he’s as into this as I am.
So far we’ve fucked in the woods, both away from the main part of campus and close enough to it that we could hear people going about their evenings and could have been caught at any moment. I also took him behind The Crypt while a party was in full swing inside, in the bathroom at The Stacks when he went there to study, and twice out in the open on one of the many access roads around campus.
“Where’s your other half?” I ask, shoving those thoughts out of my head so Jace doesn’t notice my distraction or half-hard dick at the mention of Damon’s name.
“Where do you think?” He tosses me a flat look as I wheel the chair over.
“Watching Myles?”
“If by watching Myles you mean being so obsessed with the kid it’s his new personality, then yes. That’s exactly where he is.”
“What about Felix and Killian?” I ask and plop down in the chair next to him.
“Probably boning in their room, or wherever else they happen to fancy a shag.”
“Fancy a shag?” I shoot him a look. “Since when are you British?”
“What? You don’t think it makes me sound cultured and sophisticated?”
“More like pretentious and extra.” I nod to his computer setup. “What did you find?”
“A lot, and none of it is what I expected.” He wiggles his mouse to flash his screens up.
“How so?”
“I’m not exactly plugged into campus gossip, but apparently it’s not a secret that Damon didn’t start living with his dad until he was in the double digits.”
“Really?”
Nodding, he picks up a scrap of paper and spits his gum into it. “It’s common knowledge among those who give a shit about that sort of thing.”
“Huh,” I say, mulling that over as Jace tosses the paper in the trash. “So how much of what people know is the truth?”
“Just the basics. The rumors are that Damon’s dad was involved with someone else when his mom got pregnant with him, and in order to protect his reputation, his dad paid massive amounts of child support for him while pretending he didn’t have a kid. Then he officially claimed Damon when his mom died.”
“So no mention of the fact that she was a literal teenager and underage when his dad knocked her up, and maybe that’s why he didn’t claim him?”
Jace taps a few keys on his keyboard, and a bunch of text documents appear on his screens. “Nope, apparently people either can’t do math, or they didn’t bother to look past the rumors.”
