Everyone goes through that phase in college, that just experimenting, boys will be boys kind of stage where everyone will just kind of look the other way and play dumb and humor you if you happen to be fucking some other guy (or getting fucked, really, no one needs or wants to know the specifics), Benny fully realizes that, has no problem with it, embraces it, even.
But God, he wishes everyone would stop assuming he and Mark are doing it.
Sure, Mark's... kind of cute. And he doesn't think Mark would object to it, necessarily. Mark gives off this slightly gay vibe that gives Benny the feeling he wouldn't object to much of anything. But you don't sleep with your college roommate. There are rules, and that's one of them. Because either you break up and hate each other, or you become a thing and really hate each other, and either way you still have to live together at least until the end of the year.
Also, Mark is not Benny's type.
That new TA in the Intro to Philosophy class Benny was forced to take as an elective... he's another matter. Technically, he probably shouldn't be sleeping with a TA any more than a roommate – they could both get in trouble for it. But Collins isn't one for following rules, and Benny's decided he doesn't care, it's worth it, which is probably how they end up pressed against the wall in an empty classroom with Collins' hand down Benny's pants.
Benny closes his eyes, pressing into Collins' hand a little, tipping his head up to Collins' kiss, sweet and firm, and between the kissing and the palm pressing against his cock, he isn't really thinking all that much. Or at all. He reaches up, tangling his fingers in Collins' dreadlocked hair, opening his mouth to the kiss a little more, Collins' tongue in his mouth...
His brain finally starts up again after a minute or so, though, and he pulls back, quickly enough to accidentally bang the back of his head against the wall. It doesn't hurt much, though, so he ignores it. "Is the door locked?"
Collins smiles a little – almost a smirk – and runs his fingers over his cock with a feather-light touch that makes Benny jerk his hips toward him involuntarily. Collins leans in, his lips less than an inch from Benny's – he shivers, feeling Collins' breath. "No. Why?"
"Just seems like if someone comes–" He broke off to gasp as Collins took a firmer grip on him. "–in..."
"We'll both be in trouble."
He closes the very slight distance between them with another kiss, and Benny melts just a little. He returns the kiss for a second, then pulls back just far enough to ask, "That doesn't bother you?"
"Not really. You?" His hand firm against Benny, much too talented, and it's not fair that he's able to just...
"Come to think of it, no," Benny breathes, and all but lunges forward to capture Collins' mouth again.
"That's what I thought," Collins murmurs against his lips, not even bothering to pull back at first. He pulls his hand from Benny's pants, and Benny would protest, but then he's unbuttoning them, pushing them down...
"It's just..." Benny says softly, trying not to gasp for air, trying to keep some sort of control over himself so he doesn't look like some silly, inexperienced kid, "there are rules. We could get suspended or expelled, you could get fired..."
Collins pulls away from the kiss. His mouth drops to Benny's neck, then lower, and he murmurs in a wonderfully low voice that makes Benny's stomach twist pleasantly, "Fuck the rules."
He doesn't actually say any more, but what he's doing with his mouth is a pretty convincing argument anyway.
