It's eleven am and Benji is still in bed with the curtains drawn because he doesn't have class until much later in the day. He scrolls through his twitter feed, reading about some nonsense fandom drama he doesn't actually care about, when he remembers what day it is. Biting his lip, he goes to his messages.

"You still up for tonight like usual? ? ﾟﾍﾆ" Benji writes to Victor. He doesn't wait for more than a few moments when he gets a response.

"Not sure but most likely not ? I have a lot of studying to do so I'll probably be grinding hardcore in the library for the next few weeks ?￢ﾀﾝ Victor writes back.

"You're welcome to come keep me company if you want though ?￢ﾀﾝ he adds immediately after.

"I might actually take you up on that offer ? I have some studying to do too and being in my room is just giving me an excuse to do nothing" Benji writes.

"Cool. I'm on the top floor. Nice and quiet ?￢ﾀﾝ Victor writes.

"But we can always take a study break ?￢ﾀﾝ he adds.

"Ok gimme like an hour. See ya ?￢ﾀﾝ Benji writes back quickly.

Benji sets his phone down and hops into the shower, sighing as the warm water cascades over his body. Once he finishes, he steps out into his room, pleased once again with Andrew's absence. He doesn't bother to cover himself as he rubs at his damp hair with his towel before opening the closet.

It's getting colder but he still wants to look hot, so he opts for a navy turtleneck crop top over a pair of ripped skinny jeans. He puts on his thicker, fur-lined leather jacket and zips it up, the lining tickling his stomach a bit, and steps into his boots before grabbing his laptop and books and shoving everything into his bag before pocketing his keys and phone and finally, taking his portfolio in his hands.

He pauses for a moment before the mirror just as his phone dings.

"I'm waiting for u… Check sc ?￢ﾀﾝ Victor's message says.

Glancing around out of habit just to be sure he's alone, Benji opens Snapchat and taps on the thread between him and Victor. He sees the image of what he recognizes as Victor's hand beside the outline of his dick straining against the confines of his sweatpants. The photo right after shows him holding his hard cock in his hand.

Benji swallows, eyes widening; he didn't know Victor had it in him; he's definitely braver than Benji would have thought. He can feel himself getting hard almost immediately as he unzips his jacket and pulls his crop top up a bit to expose his chest and takes a picture. Then he turns around and pulls his jeans down a bit, followed by his underwear, to show his ass, then snaps another photo before sending it with the caption "eat my ?￢ﾀﾝ.

Victor immediately writes back: "Looking forward to it ? ﾟﾙﾏ?￢ﾀﾝ.

And so he dresses himself again, throwing his bag over his shoulder before heading out into the cool air to the library, which is a little bit of a walk across campus.

He'd never run to a dick appointment before, but something compels him to this time around, and he arrives at the library in record time before continuing on his way up the stairs to the last floor, where he shoves the door open to see an ocean of empty tables, until he finally spots the familiar form on the opposite side of the room. Jogging over, he unzips his jacket and waves as Victor looks up from his laptop over the top of his black, thick-framed glasses and smiles.

"Hey, what's up?" he says.

Benji takes the seat at the table beside him and holds his finger up for a moment as he catches his breath before he says: "Hey."

"Did you run here?" Victor asks, shaking his head and smirking.

"Maybe I did," Benji says with a grin as he runs his hand through his hair. "I didn't know you wore glasses. They look really good on you."

"Thanks. I really only need them for reading, though, most of the time I'm fine," Victor says with a chuckle. He's dressed casually in a pair of grey sweats with a dark grey cable knit sweater over it and Benji finds his gaze wandering to Victor's lap.

"Hmm… yeah on one hand it sucks for you that your eyes are bad but on the other you look hot so it might be worth the trade off," Benji teases, and Victor giggles.

"Well, your outfit is really sexy," Victor says, eyeing Benji's middle. "Seems like you wear a lot of crop tops. But you didn't have to dress up if we're just gonna be studying, you know," he adds, poking Benji's side.

"Thanks. I just felt like it, is all," Benji lies, smiling and making a show of letting more of his skin peek out as he leans down to pull out his computer and books from his bag.

"Aren't you cold?"

"A hoe never gets cold," Benji says with a wink.

"That explains why I'm always overheated…" Victor says with a chuckle.

Benji smacks his hand over his eyes and doesn't even bother containing his laugh. He composes himself after a moment. "Anyway… what are you working on?"

"Just orgo, as usual. And a little bit of evolution and labs and shit. There's so much math… which I was never great at," he says, burying his head in his hands.

"I mean to be fair you did get accepted into the program so you can't be that bad at it," Benji points out as he opens his laptop and sets his art history textbook beside it.

"Hmm… true. I just struggle with it a lot and it's annoying," Victor says with a resigned sigh.

"Yeah, I get it. I'm so glad I don't have to do math."

"Aren't you lucky," Victor says, his sarcastic words blunted by the warmth in his voice. "Anyway, I need to continue on this stuff for a bit longer…"

They spend about an hour chatting in between studying in the deserted top floor of the library, the sexual tension like a weighted blanket between them. Benji can barely focus with his dick straining against his pants. When Victor takes his glasses off at around one and sets them down on the table to rub the stress from his eyes, Benji watches him hungrily.

"So… I've been here since… like seven-thirty and I don't feel like I'm making that much more progress," Victor grumbles, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms as he stares up at the ceiling.

Benji faces him, head resting on his hand. "Wanna take that study break you were talking about before?" he asks.

"You asked that way too quickly," Victor muses, sitting up straight again. "But that's actually a great idea."

"I have my figure drawing class in a bit anyway so it would be nice to get this out of me so I can actually pay attention," Benji says with a sly grin.

Victor laughs before he asks: "Do you think we need to do the thing where one of us goes to the bathroom first and then the other follows or nah?"

"Fuck that, there's no one here," Benji says as he rises from his seat and takes Victor by the wrist to pull him up.

Shrugging, Victor follows Benji into one of the stalls in the bathroom and locks the door behind them before he presses Benji back against the wall and drops to his knees. He undoes Benji's jeans, smirking as he eyes the outline of his dick straining against the front of the fabric.

"We'll have to be quick, then," Victor says, as he tugs down Benji's pants before he begins rubbing at his still clothed cock. "Have you been hard this whole time?"

"I've been hard since before I left my dorm," Benji says as Victor pulls his underwear down to expose his stiff erection, making Benji shiver.

"No wonder you were squirming around so much…" Victor teases, wrapping his fingers around Benji and pumping his dick a few times, chuckling as Benji threads his hand through Victor's hair, tugging at it insistently.

"Just sh-shut up and suck my dick…" Benji says, as his head falls back and Victor finally does what he asks.

Benji sighs as Victor takes him into his mouth, sucking on the head of his cock and playing with his balls as he slowly slides his mouth further and further down around Benji's erection, as Benji presses his lips together and covers his face with his arm to suppress a moan. When Victor relaxes his throat, his nose brushing against the prickly hairs of Benji's neatly trimmed bush, Benji has to bite his arm to stop himself from crying out in pleasure.

Victor reaches up Benji's chest, slipping under his crop top and toying with his nipples as he carries on deep-throating Benji for a few minutes, until Benji can feel himself on the brink of orgasm, body racked with shudders. He pulls away, wiping his mouth in the back of his hand to prolong the experience a bit.

"Turn around," he says, voice hoarse. "I'm gonna eat your ass."

"Oh fuck, please," Benji says, complying. He scrambles against the wall as he obeys.

Humming, Victor grabs Benji by the hips to pull him closer, kneading his ass with his strong hands before giving him a few light smacks to stimulate blood flow. He then peppers a trail of nibbles along the tight expanse of Benji's ass as he groans. Whining softly, Benji can only give into Victor's ministrations, the sensation going right to his groin and making his leaking dick twitch even more.

When Victor spreads Benji's cheeks apart, Benji braces himself against the wall, legs already a bit wobbly from his arousal. As Victor laps at his hole, first gently around the outside and then with more precision as he spears it with his tongue, sliding it inside him, Benji can only cover his mouth again as he thrusts his ass back against Victor's face, eyes rolling back in his head. Victor pulls away for a moment, laughing softly as he spreads Benji even more before returning his tongue to Benji's hole, savoring the taste of his flesh and the way he allows himself to succumb to the pleasure from Victor's touch.

Victor speeds up the movements of his tongue as he slides a finger inside Benji's tight heat, moving it in and out as Benji finds it progressively more difficult to hold himself up, his knees buckling beneath him as Victor strokes against his prostate. Sighing, he adds another finger, wiggling it around inside Benji's hole and chuckling when Benji lets out a moan before clapping a hand over his mouth, face reddening all the while.

"God… you're so fucking cute, Benji," Victor says, as he stretches Benji further and moves his digits around as tears prick at the corners of Benji's eyes. "I guess I should finish you off because you've been waiting so patiently… Turn around, please."

Benji does as he's asked and Victor shifts on his knees. He takes Benji's cock in his mouth again as he slides his fingers back inside Benji's hole, but Victor only has to stroke for a moment before Benji gasps and finishes in his throat and Victor swallows every last drop of his cum as Benji's entire body shudders with his release and he sees white blasting behind his eyelids for a moment, the ringing in his ears deafening for a moment. Victor lets Benji's dick slip out of his mouth before he rises and shakes the stiffness in his legs out, sniffling.

"Holy shit…" Benji mutters, leaning back against the wall as he dresses himself again, trying to catch his breath.

"We aren't done here yet," Victor says.

"I know that," Benji replies.

He smiles as he gets on his knees and pulls Victor's sweatpants down, eyes widening when Victor's erection all but springs in his face. Victor stares down at him, brushing the hair from Benji's face as he watches him suck on the head expertly, the little moans erupting from Benji's throat creating pleasant vibrations around his cock.

"You can pull my hair harder and fuck my face, if you want," Benji says a moment later as he removes his mouth from Victor's dick, a little clear string of pre-cum hanging from his lips and still connecting them. "And uh… can you cum on my face? But not in the hair, I just washed it."

"Yeah, I got it," Victor says, stroking Benji's hair gently as the other returns his mouth to his erection, taking him down his throat in one go and gagging a bit.

Benji looks up through his eyelashes and watches Victor bite his lip to contain his moans as he bobs his head up and down, stroking Victor's shaft and then his balls a bit, before Victor threads his fingers through his hair, holding him firmly—but not enough to hurt—as he thrusts into Benji's mouth. Once his movements become more erratic, he pulls Benji off him, and Benji pushes his hair back as he strokes Victor's shaft, closing his eyes and opening his mouth as Victor finishes on his face, the warm, sticky liquid dripping down his skin and onto his tongue. He swallows a bit of Victor's cum, feeling filthy but enjoying the salty flavor nonetheless.

They both stare at each other for a minute as they catch their breath, before Victor tucks himself back into his pants and helps Benji up before cleaning his face as thoroughly as he can, which isn't saying much. As Victor unlocks the door to the stall and pulls it open, footsteps interrupt them as another guy walks in to see them exiting the stall together; his eyes widen, scandalized.

Victor's eyes go round, too, his face reddening as he simply stands and stares before averting his gaze, but Benji walks out as if nothing out of the ordinary has just happened, and washes his hands then scrubs soap on his face and splashing some cool water on it before patting himself dry with a paper towel. They don't speak to each other as Victor washes his hands or as they fix their appearance, but as soon as they exit, Benji can't stop himself from giggling.

"That was fucking hilarious," he says.

"No, it was fucking embarrassing," Victor says, before he adds with a whisper: "That guy's literally in all my classes. How the hell am I supposed to face him on Monday?"

"Oh… That sucks for you," Benji says, clicking his tongue. "Although, to be fair, you weren't the one who had to wash cum off his face."

"I mean, true, but he has no idea who you are."

"He'll get over it. Plus, he's probably just gonna be jealous and think 'that guy gets bitches' and by bitches I mean me. And whoever else you've been fucking because it would be a shame not to share your gift."

Victor smiles weakly as they return to their table. "At least we got a good study break in."

"Yeah… Now I'll actually be able to focus on my work for a bit even though I might honestly get horny again, because… Well, it's like you keep getting better and better at this," Benji says, nudging Victor in the arm with his elbow.

"Thanks. You're pretty good at sucking dick yourself," Victor says sheepishly.

"Aww, you're so nice," Benji says, sitting back down and opening his laptop up again. He crosses his arms over the table and yawns, resting his head in his arms. "Damnit, now I feel like going to sleep."

"I have a secret for that," Victor says, rummaging around in his bag and picking out a can of Red Bull. He slides it across the table. "We need to replenish our electrolytes. And the caffeine will help, too."

Benji stares at Victor for a moment before taking the can and turning it around to read the ingredients. "This is full of garbage," he says.

"It's not full of it, there's only a little bit of garbage," Victor says with a shrug as he opens a can and takes a long sip as Benji watches at him.

"Fine," Benji says, following suit. He can't afford to take a nap right now, even if the flavor of energy drinks makes him cringe.

"Do you want some snacks?" Victor asks, pulling out a bag of assorted seasonal fruit, along with some chips and hummus.

Exhaling relief, Benji smiles. "Sure. I'll admit I was worried you were gonna pull out a bunch of candy based on your clear Red Bull addiction."

"My diet isn't that bad, I just don't have a lot of time to sleep or money to buy coffee all the time," Victor says with a roll of his eyes.

"I'm not judging you…" Benji replies, taking an apple and biting into it. "Thanks."

"So, wait. What class do you have later on?" Victor asks, taking another sip of his drink.

"It's just figure drawing. Basically you get to look at someone sitting around naked for a few hours and draw them. It's pretty fun but like… a lot of the guys are really hot and also sadly very straight. Although I did hook up with a few of them afterward and they turned out to be… not as straight as they thought," Benji says with a chuckle. "Apparently you get paid for modeling, too."

"Huh… That doesn't sound bad…" Victor says, stroking his chin.

"Which part? The sitting around naked part, the painting part, or the hooking up with closeted guys part?"

"The modeling bit—I could use the money. Although, I suppose the last bit, as well, even though I'm not in the closet," Victor says with a mischievous grin.

"No one even knows that we fucked in the room," Benji says, wiggling his eyebrows. "Or maybe they just don't care, I don't know. But anyway… I'd love for you to be one of my subjects. One of my many muses. Actually, I have a thing with all the details here..."

He opens one of his folders and digs through the papers within before he pulls out the one he seeks, sliding it across the table to Victor, who takes it, furrowing his brows together.

"Thanks," Victor says, eyes scanning the page. "Wait, I can get a hundred dollars a session? Although I don't know if I'll have any time in the coming weeks…I guess I can make some time because it would be so worth it..."

"Oh, no pressure, I get it," Benji says, waving his hands in front of him. "Maybe you'll have more time next semester."

"Hmm… I'll figure something out," Victor says, more to himself than Benji.

They continue to study together for the next few hours, and Benji is proud of himself for actually being productive and staying on task. He makes a lot of progress on his music theory work before he notices the time, rushing to throw his things into his bag and grabbing his portfolio, then saying a quick goodbye to Victor as he dashes out of the library to the art building for his figure drawing class, coming in just before the professor and taking a seat beside Mia, who gives him a curious glance.

"Notice anything different about me, Mia?" Benji asks as he takes out his supplies and sets them on his easel.

"Now that you mention it… you're kinda glowing," Mia says, raising an eyebrow.

"Exactly," Benji says, looking triumphant. "That's the power of good dick. I think it cured my acne, too."

"Okay, but where were you all day, B? You can't tell me you've been literally just fucking around this whole time."

"Library," he replies quickly.

She makes a face, lips twisting and eyes scrunching together. "You never go to the library."

Their professor eyes them pointedly as they wait for the model to join them in the room.

"I was hanging out with Victor," Benji says, glancing to the professor, who has her back turned for a moment.

"Oh… So, you guys are friends now?"

"Hmm… I guess so," Benji says with a shrug. "He has a lot of studying lately so our little Netflix and chill sessions might become less frequent."

"Ahh… So you're his booty call. That makes more sense."

"No, I don't think so. It's not like that," Benji says, eyebrows pressing together so hard they threaten to fuse together. "Or at least… I don't think that's what it was about. He seems like a genuinely good guy and I don't think he would invite me to study with him if he didn't want me to be there."

"I don't know…"

"Okay, well, I don't know what your problem is," Benji says; he can feel the heat rising in his face with his temper.

"Look, all I'm saying is that you should be careful. You're already getting attached to him, I can see it."

"We're literally just having fun. And I have a bunch of other guys I'm seeing, too, and so does he, so there's no way I'm gonna get attached to him. I feel like you're just jealous that he and I are becoming friends so fast."

Mia scoffs, her voice rising. "You think I'm jealous of him? Give me a break. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even have friends who you didn't also sleep with."

"Well at least—" Benji says, but then he stops himself. At least my mom still loves me. He may be angry at her, but he would never stoop that low.

"At least what?" Mia goads him.

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought," Mia says, fuming, as she turns away.

All Benji can do is glare at her, throwing darts and daggers at her with his eyes. The door to the classroom opens and the model—a guy with wavy dark red hair, a chiseled jawline, and a tattoo on his neck of a skull—walks in. Benji watches as he disrobes and stands in the middle of the room as those in attendance fall silent. All thoughts of Victor and his rage at Mia float from his mind as he fixates on the model and begins to sketch a little too intently.

When the model turns with his face in Benji's direction, Benji locks eyes with him—even though he knows he isn't supposed to—tipping his head to the side. He raises an eyebrow, biting his lip as he tries to figure out a way to get the guy's attention and get some idea if he's interested or not. The guy has a pretty dick, too, and an amazing body, Benji notes, as he adds a bit more detail to the groin area of his drawing with a smirk. He would just have to find out after class…

Once the class is over and the model clothes himself, Benji and his classmates turn in their finished drawings and clean up their supplies. Benji moves quickly, keeping his eye on the model, who has gone over to chat with their professor.

Somehow, Mia is even quicker than him, stashing all her supplies hurriedly and slipping out of the room without saying anything else to him, which is probably for the better. He almost hates himself for thinking, "She'll get over it," and diverting his own attention to this ultimately insignificant task; he knows he's being a shitty friend, but she started it.

Benji sighs as he puts his jacket on and pulls out his phone, pretending to scroll as he watches from the corner of his eye as people leave. The classroom empties one by one, and the professor walks away from the model, leaving him alone. Now is Benji's chance to make a move.

"Hey," Benji says, sliding in front of the model and holding his hand out. "I'm Benji. It's nice to meet you."

"Uh… hi? Alan," the model says, as if Benji actually cares what his name is. He blinks, taking his hand and shaking it awkwardly. "Can I help you?"

Tucking his hair behind his ear and playing with it, Benji stretches, making sure to expose as much of his midsection as he can. "Oh, no, I just haven't seen you around before and I wanted to get to know you, is all."

Alan swallows, eyes grazing his stomach before they return to his face. He blushes. Benji grins. He drops his portfolio on the ground and says "oops" before bending over to pick it up, turning so that his ripped-jean-clad ass is in full view.

"Did you, uh… maybe wanna hang out tonight?" Alan asks.

Bingo. That was way too fucking easy.

"Uh, yeah, that would be great," Benji says, walking them both out of the room and kicking himself for not bringing condoms with him. "Wanna come to my place?"

Looking up from his phone, Alan says: "What's that? Sorry."

"I said did you wanna come to my place?"

"Oh, sure."

They walk together across campus in relative silence, which Benji is fine with; he'd had enough socializing for the day. He just wants to get this over with, even though he doesn't know what's compelling him forward as if he were attached to an invisible string right now. When they enter Benji's room, which is deserted as it always is on a Friday night, Benji's lips betray him before he has a chance to catch them.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asks absently.

Alan raises an eyebrow. "No, thanks. I think we both know why we're here."

"Yeah… we do..." Benji says, his voice trailing off as he draws the curtains and motions for Alan to sit on his bed. "Some ground rules… Don't kiss me, don't stare at me while we fuck, and wear a condom."

He then strips and throws his clothes aside before reaching into his drawer, pulling out lube and a condom and putting them on the bed. Shoving Alan down and straddling his lap, Benji sighs as he undoes Alan's pants. Alan brushes his hair away from his eyes and leans up to kiss him, but Benji pushes his face away.

"What did I just say? Don't kiss me," he warns.

"Okay…" Alan says, rolling his eyes.

"I mean it."

"All right, I get it," Alan responds, staring down at his cuticles, bored.

Benji notices, but says nothing. He lets Alan fuck him anyway. And when they're done, and Alan kisses him even though he told him not to three times, he tells him to fuck off as he locks the door on him. He's been far too patient with far too many people, most of whom don't deserve it.

Shaking his head, Benji changes his sheets and takes another shower before putting on his sweats and a t-shirt. He peers through the peephole on the door, exhaling relief when he sees that the corridor is empty and Alan, as far as he knows, has left. It's barely nine when he goes to the laundry room and puts his sheets to wash.

He sits in front of the washing machine, watching it spin for a moment, hypnotized, before he rises to see a pale guy with luscious black hair enter. There's no way he's straight. Benji stares; this guy is way cuter than Alan. But he'd already had sex twice today. He can't handle a third time, and he definitely isn't going to shower again. And so he retreats to his room.

Benji returns a bit later to move his laundry to the dryer and runs into a guy he actually recognizes from his building, a tall guy with dark skin and long, blond locs. Benji doesn't know if he's straight. He waves politely. The guy gives him a little nod and he blushes before he leaves.

Once he comes back to the laundry room for the final time to collect his things, he sees another guy, a beefy looking one with a buzz cut and brown skin who probably plays football. Benji swallows. 99.99% certain he's straight. But he can get it, too.

When he's finally back in his room with his fresh sheets, Benji realizes he might have a problem.