Sky was sitting at his desk, reviewing his notes. He was uncharacteristically squeamish and nervous, unable to sit still, tapping his feet, then his pencil, then drumming his fingers on the side of a nearby bottle of water. Maybe because the door was open, in the fervent hope that a certain someone he hadn't spoken to in over a week was around
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He paused. "Did I mention that sometimes, I hate my friends? Especially when they keep me away from my boyfriend."
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"Ah... hey. I was wondering where you'd been," he said, standing up and fidgeting. "I'm glad it was just that."
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"So what's been going on with you?"
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He very distinctly did not add, "Each other?" But he definitely thought it.
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It felt good to get back to this, after a week. VERY good, in fact.
When they were done, and the happiness and lust had faded, Sky lay back on the bed, holding Troy close, distractedly running fingers through the other boy's hair.
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