College!AU: Part 1
Savin’s brow furrowed as he opened the door to his college dorm room. Mitchel sat at his desk, his attention focused entirely on the other guy standing before him. At least, Savin thought it was another guy -- his hair was long, cascading down his back. Ass to die for, though Savin kept that thought to himself as he opened his mouth to speak. “Did I miss the signal?” he asked, opening the room to their dorm once again and staring at the handle.
“No, Bates,” Mitchel said, shaking his head. “This is -- I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Mitchel asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Devin,” the other guy muttered, turning to face Savin. Savin blinked, noticing Devin’s sharp features immediately.
“He says this is the room they assigned him,” Mitchel said, glancing at Savin. “You’re not moving out on me, are you?”
“No -- why would I do that?” Savin asked, shrugging his bookbag off his shoulders and placing it by his desk. He pulled his own hoodie off his shoulders, throwing it down on the cluttered desk. “Wait -- this is a two person dorm --”
“Glad to see your brain is working after all, Bates,” Mitchel snorted. “I thought, perhaps, you’ve partied half your brain cells to death.”
“Shut up, Foraker,” Savin said, pulling out his computer chair and flopping down onto it. “Just because I’ve slept with more people than you this year --”
“Don’t give a fuck about your pissing contest, assholes,” Devin grumbled, shoving his hands deep inside his own hoodie. “Don’t you two see we got a problem here? There can’t be three of us here.”
“Probably some sort of clerical error,” Savin said with a shrug of his shoulder. “Go back to Housing and ask them to fix it. Obviously there’s a fucking problem.”
“He’s already done that,” Mitchel said, frowning. “Get with the program, Bates.”
Savin scoffed. "How the fuck was I supposed to know he'd already talked to Housing?" he muttered as he brought his water bottle to his lips. "I just got back from class."
"You mean you just got back from one of your infamous 'study sessions' with Jansen," Mitchel said, smirking at Savin. "Sounds like he had his way with you, this time."
"Actually, I really was at class. Ask Calla," Savin said, smirking back at Mitchel. "She mentioned you two have a date?"
“On Saturday,” Mitchel answered, grinning slowly and revealing even teeth. “How long do you think it will take to get her to sleep with me?”
“Dunno,” Savin said, his expression sobering some. “I wouldn’t fuck you, and Calla seems a little more discerning than me, so....”
“Anyone is more discerning than you, Bates,” Mitchel muttered, his eyes narrowing at Savin. “You’ll have sex with anything that moves.”
“You’re just jealous that I won’t sleep with you, Foraker,” Savin shot back, giving Mitchel a shit-eating grin. “Admit it, you’ve wanted in these pants since I asked you to be my roommate --”
“Can you two shut the fuck up already?” Devin snapped. “Still don’t have an actual fucking place to sleep.”
“That’s not our fault,” Savin said, turning his attention back to Devin. “Housing fucked up, not us. We don’t even have a third bed --”
“Actually, yes, we do,” Mitchel said, interrupting Savin. “Well, I wouldn’t call it much of a bed, either, but -- there is one, in the closet neither one of us has even bothered to empty since we moved in.”
“And where the hell do you expect us to put it, Mitchel?” Savin asked, gesturing to the cramped space surrounding them. “It’s not like there’s enough room for two people, let alone three of us.”
“Guess you could always just spend your nights in Jansen’s bed, Bates,” Mitchel said with a shrug of his shoulders and a sly smile. “When are you going to admit that the two of you are dating, anyway? It’s quite obvious to everyone...”
“We’re not dating. We’re just fuck buddies, that’s it,” Savin said, folding his arms over his chest and looking away from Mitchel. His face burned, too, adding insult to the injury caused by the squeak in his voice. He cleared his throat. “Can’t you just get your own room or something?”
“There aren’t any singles available. That’s half the reason for our little predicament here,” Mitchel said wryly, pushing himself out of his seat and standing beside Devin. “You need the kind of money Jansen has to request one of those, anyway.”
Devin scoffed and looked away from Savin and Mitchel both. “Don’t think I have that kind of money,” he said. He pulled one of his hands free from his hoodie and smoothed down his tightly pulled back hair. “Don’t have anywhere else to fucking go, either. Think you guys could get that bed out of the closet for now?”
Savin and Mitchel glanced at one another. Mitchel’s eyebrows had risen to his hair, and Savin thought maybe he mirrored Mitchel’s expression. Sighing, he pushed himself out of his computer chair. “Yeah, we can set the bed up,” he said. He opened his mouth to say something else, but several loud groans echoed throughout the room, causing Devin to jump. Savin just turned to Mitchel and grinned. “Told you that wasn’t me,” he said. “That sounds like a fucking girl, asshole -- hey, where’re you going?”
“Out,” Devin grumbled as he stalked his way towards the door. “Don’t fucking feel like dealing with this shit. I’ll be back later -- just, fucking make sure there’s a bed or something for me when I get back.”
And with that, Devin slipped out of their dorm room. Savin blinked, then turned to Mitchel, who just shrugged. “You sound like a girl when you’re being fucked,” Mitchel said as he returned to his school work, as if he were commenting about something as simple as the weather.
Savin glared at him in response.
“No, Bates,” Mitchel said, shaking his head. “This is -- I’m sorry, what was your name again?” Mitchel asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Devin,” the other guy muttered, turning to face Savin. Savin blinked, noticing Devin’s sharp features immediately.
“He says this is the room they assigned him,” Mitchel said, glancing at Savin. “You’re not moving out on me, are you?”
“No -- why would I do that?” Savin asked, shrugging his bookbag off his shoulders and placing it by his desk. He pulled his own hoodie off his shoulders, throwing it down on the cluttered desk. “Wait -- this is a two person dorm --”
“Glad to see your brain is working after all, Bates,” Mitchel snorted. “I thought, perhaps, you’ve partied half your brain cells to death.”
“Shut up, Foraker,” Savin said, pulling out his computer chair and flopping down onto it. “Just because I’ve slept with more people than you this year --”
“Don’t give a fuck about your pissing contest, assholes,” Devin grumbled, shoving his hands deep inside his own hoodie. “Don’t you two see we got a problem here? There can’t be three of us here.”
“Probably some sort of clerical error,” Savin said with a shrug of his shoulder. “Go back to Housing and ask them to fix it. Obviously there’s a fucking problem.”
“He’s already done that,” Mitchel said, frowning. “Get with the program, Bates.”
Savin scoffed. "How the fuck was I supposed to know he'd already talked to Housing?" he muttered as he brought his water bottle to his lips. "I just got back from class."
"You mean you just got back from one of your infamous 'study sessions' with Jansen," Mitchel said, smirking at Savin. "Sounds like he had his way with you, this time."
"Actually, I really was at class. Ask Calla," Savin said, smirking back at Mitchel. "She mentioned you two have a date?"
“On Saturday,” Mitchel answered, grinning slowly and revealing even teeth. “How long do you think it will take to get her to sleep with me?”
“Dunno,” Savin said, his expression sobering some. “I wouldn’t fuck you, and Calla seems a little more discerning than me, so....”
“Anyone is more discerning than you, Bates,” Mitchel muttered, his eyes narrowing at Savin. “You’ll have sex with anything that moves.”
“You’re just jealous that I won’t sleep with you, Foraker,” Savin shot back, giving Mitchel a shit-eating grin. “Admit it, you’ve wanted in these pants since I asked you to be my roommate --”
“Can you two shut the fuck up already?” Devin snapped. “Still don’t have an actual fucking place to sleep.”
“That’s not our fault,” Savin said, turning his attention back to Devin. “Housing fucked up, not us. We don’t even have a third bed --”
“Actually, yes, we do,” Mitchel said, interrupting Savin. “Well, I wouldn’t call it much of a bed, either, but -- there is one, in the closet neither one of us has even bothered to empty since we moved in.”
“And where the hell do you expect us to put it, Mitchel?” Savin asked, gesturing to the cramped space surrounding them. “It’s not like there’s enough room for two people, let alone three of us.”
“Guess you could always just spend your nights in Jansen’s bed, Bates,” Mitchel said with a shrug of his shoulders and a sly smile. “When are you going to admit that the two of you are dating, anyway? It’s quite obvious to everyone...”
“We’re not dating. We’re just fuck buddies, that’s it,” Savin said, folding his arms over his chest and looking away from Mitchel. His face burned, too, adding insult to the injury caused by the squeak in his voice. He cleared his throat. “Can’t you just get your own room or something?”
“There aren’t any singles available. That’s half the reason for our little predicament here,” Mitchel said wryly, pushing himself out of his seat and standing beside Devin. “You need the kind of money Jansen has to request one of those, anyway.”
Devin scoffed and looked away from Savin and Mitchel both. “Don’t think I have that kind of money,” he said. He pulled one of his hands free from his hoodie and smoothed down his tightly pulled back hair. “Don’t have anywhere else to fucking go, either. Think you guys could get that bed out of the closet for now?”
Savin and Mitchel glanced at one another. Mitchel’s eyebrows had risen to his hair, and Savin thought maybe he mirrored Mitchel’s expression. Sighing, he pushed himself out of his computer chair. “Yeah, we can set the bed up,” he said. He opened his mouth to say something else, but several loud groans echoed throughout the room, causing Devin to jump. Savin just turned to Mitchel and grinned. “Told you that wasn’t me,” he said. “That sounds like a fucking girl, asshole -- hey, where’re you going?”
“Out,” Devin grumbled as he stalked his way towards the door. “Don’t fucking feel like dealing with this shit. I’ll be back later -- just, fucking make sure there’s a bed or something for me when I get back.”
And with that, Devin slipped out of their dorm room. Savin blinked, then turned to Mitchel, who just shrugged. “You sound like a girl when you’re being fucked,” Mitchel said as he returned to his school work, as if he were commenting about something as simple as the weather.
Savin glared at him in response.