Rated: R for some sexuality—SLASH
"Lovers?"
The dorm has two beds, but only one is currently in use.
Nick has been especially good tonight, so he is being permitted to stay for a while. One arm is curled possessively around his partner's slim waist, and his face is buried against his neck. He loves how he smells—clove cigarettes, musk, and sex. Nick sighs contentedly, tightening his grip around his lover. No one will ever know of Nick's secret addiction—not the guys, not his obligatory girlfriend.
Sands tolerates it—he knows that, in order for a dog to stay loyal, he needs the occasional treat.