Jeremiah was friendly. Too friendly. About half an hour of sitting in the cafeteria, I found myself surrounded by a bunch of people who all seemed keen to talk to him.

"And I told her, that would be front page news!"

The people guffawed and laughed at the apparent joke he had just cracked. I quietly took a sip of the coffee, gazing at him. His eyes twinkled amiably, a broad, dazzling smile on his handsome face. I could see the appeal.

"So, you're the room mate?" A girl with pale blue eyes and straight, platinum hair asked, looking at me curiously.

I took a slow, deliberate sip. I could feel the eyes of the half a dozen people who had congregated around our table. Having led a life in obscurity, I wasn't particularly fond of attention. Slinking into the shadows had been part of my job. I nodded finally, flashing her a soft smile. "Yeah. Xavier."

She smiled back. "Morgan Hart,"

I scoffed slightly at her words. I had noticed her name when she had introduced herself a while ago. She tilted her head slightly to the left. "What are you in?"

"Foundation for STEM," I answered, rising to my feet. "I'll catch you guys later."

I took the paper cup and walked away from them, able to feel their eyes boring into my back. I had spent the last twenty minutes profiling them and was getting bored of their mindless chatter.

Morgan Hart. Twenty two. Journalism like Jeremiah. The dark circles under her eyes told me that she had sleeping problems. Insomnia. Possibly pertaining to withdrawal from some addictive substances.

The guy beside her, Colton Dixon. Twenty one. Heavy gamer by the lack of any sort of tan on his body. English, senior.

The girl beside him had been Tina Gupta. Computer Science major. Recovering from a bad breakup by the messed up tattoo on her forearm which presumably contained the name of her ex.

Joshua. Went by first name which meant he had issues with his father. Lives with his boyfriend who was paranoid and had already called him thrice in the short span that I had been there. Lefty, because of the faded graphite marks on his left hand all along the side of his palm.

The last guy was Zen Lou. Mathematics senior. Quiet and secluded. All I could tell was that he played the cello by the unnatural flatness of his right thumb.

The sixth of course was Jeremiah. I felt like I knew too much about him already.

I walked out of the campus and crossed the road to the other side where a small magazine stand stood. Smoking wasn't something I would usually go for, but something about the newness and strangeness of the university was making me anxious.

I stood quietly under the shade of a tree, gazing at the different people going about their business. I was used to studying. Analyze and plan. It was hard not to profile everyone at the magazine stands.

"Twenty One. Probably a STEM major. Name with something really cool like...Z or K perhaps?"

I turned, startled as I saw a man standing beside me. He grinned at me, flashing a brilliant smile. "How much of that was correct?"

I inhaled and started coughing.

After a few minutes, I finally came to myself and threw the cigarette in the trashcan behind me, shaking my head. "Pretty much on point. It's X though."

He smiled again. "Xander. Xavier. Xavi?"

"Xavier."

He sighed softly, "Ah, that is a beautiful name," he stretched out a hand as he continued. "Caleb Kingsley."

I shook his hand firmly, "Nice to meet you, Caleb," I took a step back and studied him, tilting my head as I spoke. "You're a doctoral candidate. Possibly chemistry by that stain on your sleeve-" his eyes widened as I continued. "Definitely single by the condition of your shoes which no self respecting significant other would let you step out with and," my eyes roved over the thick book he was carrying in his arms, "you're heavily interested in the human anatomy. Or you might be a biology major."

He laughed, an honest open laughter. His curly, golden hair shone under the bright sunlight. His alluring grey eyes sparkling. It wasn't until I came out of my original shock that I realized that he was a rather fine specimen of a man. He gazed at the book under his arm, flashing me his sharp jawline. Scratch that, he was closer to being a bona fide model.

"I'd say you got most of that right. I am a biology major with a certain interest in chemistry. In fact, I might even see you in the lab sessions."

"That sounds interesting," I replied. "You're a TA?"

He grinned, "I like to think of myself as being more capable than a teacher's assistant but yeah, for the lack of a better term-" he shrugged. "I am a TA. Also," he pursed his lips sheepishly. "Sorry about your smoke. Didn't mean to startle you or anything."

I shook my head. "That's alright."

He gazed keenly at me, "I suppose you're anxious," he tilted his head to the side. "Being a mature student it can be hard to fit in."

I shrugged. "Just trying to keep my head low."

"I second that," he nodded approvingly. "Although, you might do better here than you think. Intelligent, hot-" he smiled, "-that's a lethal combination."

I gazed at him. Caleb Kingsley was clearly flirting with me. I stuttered. Did he think I was flirting with him too?

"Anyway," he said, walking closer to me, his gaze unflinchingly confident. "I guess I'll see your around Xavier."

He flashed me another winning smile and turned away from me. I gazed silently at his retreating back. I paid for the wasted cigarette and made my way back to my room. Dusk was falling and I was thankful that Jeremiah wasn't back yet. I lay flat on my stomach and gazed despondently at the wall. I contemplated for a while before getting to my feet and started to unpack. I didn't plan to go entirely overboard like Jeremiah and stuck to arranging my clothes in the cupboard and other essentials, including the comfort reads I carried everywhere.

I worked slowly, hoping it would be night time till I was done. After I had managed to stick the empty bags in the divan under the bed, I lay down on it, gazing up at the ceiling. I gazed at the time and saw that it was eight. Grayson was probably back at his place.

I dialled his number, my heart lurching painfully when I heard his voice.

"Hey,  baby."

"Gray," I gasped breathlessly, my body tingling at the sound of his deep  voice. "You're back home?"

"Yep. Just entered a while back," he sighed softly. "The car broke down. Had to get it repaired."

"I just...wanted to say sorry for earlier," I shut my eyes, biting my lip nervously as I continued. "I was just-"

"Shh," he whispered back. "It's okay, baby."

I turned around, lying flat on my stomach as I asked, "So...you're back home. What are you wearing?"

I hoped he would take the hint. Despite my abundant experience in this matter, I was shockingly virgin to phone sex.

"I wish I could tell you something sexy but..." he chuckled softly as my heart raced. His deep, rumbly laughter always made my body heat up. "Just sweats and a t-shirt."

"The grey ones?" I asked breathily, making my voice husky.

"White with blue polka dots."

We burst into laughter as I spoke, chuckling. "You're not making this easier, Gray."

"Sorry, Xaby," he lowered his voice. "Why don't you tell me what you're wearing?"

"The same thing I was wearing when you left," I answered. "I just unpacked."

"You know what I'd do if I were there?" He asked, his voice deep, low. Sexy. Fire burst in the pit of my stomach, my mind meandering into wild fantasies, all of which had a moaning Grayson and no clothing.

"What?" I whispered huskily.

"I'd unbutton your jeans and take them off you," he began. "Then I'd push you against the wall and fuck you till you're screaming my name."

I was burning.

"Shit...Gray..." I moaned softly. Missing him seemed like physical agony. I reached for my pants, unzipping and lowering them as I lay back down, closing my eyes. Imagining him.

"Would you like that, Xavier?" He whispered, his voice hoarse, "I would fuck you so hard that you'd be begging me to stop."

"No...fucking way would I ever beg you to stop, daddy," I whispered, stroking my straining erection. "You're so fucking sexy, Gray...I'm fucking hard."

"Yeah?" He whispered. I heard movement, my breath catching in my throat when spoke. "I'm hard for you too, baby."

I bit my lip. "I want you in my mouth so fucking bad Gray," I moaned softly, squirming with need. I could picture his naked body clearly. His hard, throbbing arousal yearning for me. The way his muscles rippled when he moved, the way he grunted, moaned, whispered while making sweltering love to me. "I want to suck you off till I can feel your hot cum at the back of my throat."

"Touch yourself for me, Xaby. Come for me."

I breathed softly, increasing my pace as he whispered dirty, forbidden fantasies to me. How he would make me sore. How he would make me scream. How he would make me come. I increased my pace, imagining his hot, wet mouth. His lips. Imagining his throbbing member inside me. His warmth. His tongue. Him.

"Fuck, Gray..." I moaned. "I'm gonna come."

"Fuck....Come for me, Xaby."

I bit my lip, throwing my head back in reckless abandon. I knew he was straining for my every move, and I decided to put on a show. I moaned desperately, softly, whispering his name. Squirming. Panting. Begging for him. The pleasure mounted in the pit of my stomach as my pace increased.

"Stop."

I stopped, stunned. His voice was hard, unflinching. I wondered if I had done something wrong. "Gray?"

"That's it, Xavier," he whispered. "Only I'm allowed to make you come, remember?"

I gasped. "You're fucking-"

His voice was low, dangerously husky when he spoke. It sent tingles of inexplicable pleasure up my spine. "You're not allowed to touch yourself anymore. Do you understand?"

I bit my lip, sighing deeply. "If I didn't love you like crazy, Grayson Shelby, I would kill you right now."

He chuckled. "I think the wait just makes it better, doesn't it?"

I turned to my side, shutting my eyes. He had brought me close to the edge of paradise, pulling me back just when I was about to jump off it. It was cruel and insanely sexy.

I took deep ragged breaths, trying to calm myself. "You know I'll pay you back right?"

He laughed softly. "Can't wait."

I was quiet, gazing at the drab walls again, listening to him breathing, "I'm a little nervous about classes tomorrow."

I heard him drink water. Even the sound of him drinking was turning me on. God, how hard up was I? I glanced down at my still straining arousal. Pretty fucking hard up it would seem.

"Don't force yourself, Xavier," he said. "Try to learn. That should be your aim. You're brilliant enough to ace it."

I smiled, burying my face in the pillow so my voice was muffled. "Maybe if I pay attention, you'll reward me this weekend."

"Think I might have to," he whispered huskily.

"How would you reward me, daddy?" I asked, my stomach clenching as I curled into my ball, my body aching with desire.

"Hm..." He began. "You know it's fucking sexy when you say that," his voice was low. Husky. It made my stomach clench nervously. He sounded so hungry.

"Makes me want to tie you up and kiss every inch of you. Fuck you till you're sore. Screaming. Writhing for me."

My breathe hitched. I clutched the bedsheet tightly, sighing. "That's so sexy, Gray," I moaned. "What else?"

He then proceeded to explain to me in explicit detail how exactly he would reward me. It had a lot of mentions about me screaming his name.

We fell silent after a while, just listening to each other breathe.

"Gray?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We fell silent again. I shut my eyes, imagining his warmth. Picturing him next to me. I had to placate my heart, telling myself I would get to see him soon. Until I did, however, I was going to let myself grieve for him. Maybe some day I would be less obsessed and immature, but I wasn't going to force myself to reach that point anytime soon.