It took Wesley five minutes to find Lloyd and drag him by the pompadour to his dorm room.

He shut the door and smirked at the idol plastered over his wall. Elvis watched him with hooded eyes. “I need . . . you touched me . . . I want . . .”

Wesley inched closer to Lloyd who stood at the end of his bed.

Wesley slid his fingers under the Elvis wig until it came off, revealing his closely shaven head. “I like you better like this.” He tossed the wig onto his dresser.

Lloyd stepped forward, and Wesley backed up until he hit the door.

“You like rules,” Wesley said. “You feel comfortable following them.”

A frown. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“You love your job. You don’t want to risk being fired. I accept that. I will wait for you.”

Lloyd’s eyes deepened as he absorbed Wesley’s words. “You’re not planning to drive me crazy with temptation anymore?”

Wesley threaded one of their hands together and kissed Lloyd’s knuckles. He tasted of sweat and MacDonald’s punch. “You’re my Capricorn, and I’ll keep you just the way you are.”

Lloyd’s voice came out thick and heavy. “No. I’m at the end, Wes. At the very, very end.”

Wesley rocked on the balls of his heels as confusion rolled through him. “End of what?”

“My patience.” Lloyd tugged Wesley against him and knotted his fingers in the back of Wesley’s hair. Hot breath hit his throat and a shock of lust slammed into Wesley.

Lloyd kissed the crook of his neck. “You not wanting to break me? Broke me.” He dragged his nose up the column of Wesley’s to the base of his ear. Wesley gasped as Lloyd rocked his hard body against him.

His zip rippled open and Lloyd worked off his letterman jacket.

Wesley moaned. Then fought against the growing waves of lust. “I wasn’t trying to trick you into anything.”

“I know.”

“Are you sure—”

Hands grabbed his ass firmly, hitching Wesley up off the floor. Lloyd dropped him to his bed and pinned his weight deliciously against him.

“The last four days since kissing you have been agony,” Lloyd said in his ear. “I want to be inside you like I’ve wanted nothing else.”

Wesley almost came from that confession alone. “In that case,” he said, glancing toward the bedside table. “That stash of condoms and everything you need is in there. Make a dent.”

“You loved teasing me, didn’t you? Sneaking into my room for condoms once a week.”

“Sometimes more than once. Oftentimes, actually.” Wesley braced the back of Lloyd’s shoulder and pulled him in. Their lips hovered, not quite kissing. Anticipation built in his body and electricity shot through him. His cock was so hard, yet Wesley held back from writhing, letting the ache grow, pleading with Lloyd to show him how not shy he could be. “Deep down I knew I’d be using them all with you.”

Lloyd’s tongue breached his lips with a drunk groan. He thrust against Wesley’s crotch and dug his fingers into his ass cheek, tilting him for heavenly friction.

Lloyd kissed him, and it ravished Wesley’s senses from tingling scalp to toes.

In perfect sync with Wesley’s needs, Lloyd slipped his large warm hands under his T-shirt and worked it off.

Wesley scrabbled to shred Lloyd of his shirt, groaning in frustration when he couldn’t pull the cuffs.

Lloyd straddled him, squeezing his thighs around Wesley’s as he eased the shirtsleeves off his arms and whispered over Wesley’s thighs.

Lloyd shifted over Wesley’s hard cock and swiftly undid his pants.

“Always in control.”

“Wesley?”

Wesley cocked a brow at him.

“I’m about to lose it.” Lloyd curled his fingers at the waist of Wesley’s jeans and shoved them to the top of his thighs. Lloyd’s hot mouth cupped his balls through his boxers.

Wesley made an incoherent sound. His body screamed for more. “Need to feel your skin against mine.”

Lloyd made quick work of their remaining clothes, tossed supplies between them on the bed, then lay next to Wesley, a fist around his straining shaft. His gaze stroked every inch of Wesley. “Pretty was never good enough to describe you.”

Wesley bit his lip against the butterflies thrashing in his gut.

Lloyd pumped himself.

Wesley gasped. “Why aren’t you inside me already?”

“So impatient.”

“So Gemini.”

Lloyd smirked. “You may have had some Capricorn facts right.” Lloyd leaned over not touching him anywhere but their lips. “We like to make it last.” He pulled back to look at Wesley gripping himself. “Touch yourself like you did in my bedroom. I want to know what you did.”

Wesley showed him, and Lloyd’s gaze dripped with lust. He watched as Wesley swiped some lube and wantonly fingered himself.

Lloyd’s breathing stuttered, and he pushed Wesley’s hands away, lifting them above his head as he sat astride Wesley’s chest. The tip of his cock rubbed against Wesley’s smooth chin. “Know what I was imagining?”

Wesley wriggled and captured the tip in his mouth.

Lloyd groaned and lifted onto his knees, one arm braced against the wall as he sank down Wesley’s throat.

Fuck, he tasted good. Hot and salty. The hard ridges of his cock slid over his tongue and Wesley loved it. Their gazes connected, Lloyd watching his every reaction, just like he’d thought.

Like he’d wanted.

Lloyd slowly pushed in and out of his mouth, groaning deeply. The sound made Wesley’s cock twitch. Lloyd pulled out and shifted down, dragging the wet tip of his cock over Wesley’s torso. The damp line tickled.

Wesley arched against Lloyd as their cocks met and Lloyd locked their bodies together. Lloyd swallowed Wesley’s pleading gasp, turning it into a wet, debauched kiss.

Against his ear: “There’s so much I want to do to you.”

“I should hope so after years of imagining us together.”

Lloyd’s lips curved into a soft smile, and Wesley’s heart hammered between them. “Let me show you?”

Lloyd kissed him again, his thighs and stomach exploding with goosebumps where they touched, their hard cocks gliding together with pre-come and lube.

Kisses peppered down his neck, over his collarbone to his pec.

“Wait. Do I have to lower my expectations due to your deficiency in creativity?”

“Wesley? Shut up.”

Wesley grinned. “Make me—”

Lloyd grazed his nipple in time with a thrust that rubbed the sensitive tip of his cock along Lloyd’s hard length.

Wesley grabbed a condom, tore it open, and slid it on Lloyd with an efficiency that had Lloyd raising a brow.

He added lube with a wink and a good couple of strokes. “Enough teasing.”

Wesley locked his knees around Lloyd’s hips and steered his mouth back to his. This kiss was frantic and demanding, their tongues twisted. Lloyd groaned against Wesley’s lips and skated his prickly chin down Wesley’s neck.

Wesley was so aroused he saw stars. He’d never needed to be fucked so badly in his life. Everything about Lloyd felt right. He was in control, firm. He was not shy. Wesley responded to each shift, comfortable and contentedly himself.

Wesley shifted until Lloyd’s cock rubbed along the base of his balls and combed against his ass cheeks—

A door slammed. Voices sounded from the hall. Someone was upset.

Wesley’s breath caught as Lloyd paused. He swore against Wesley’s lips. He was the RA on duty.

Two more voices added to those outside, then came Gavin’s distinct voice. Wesley threw his head back against the pillow in frustration. Of course, Lloyd would have to leave.

Wesley growled in disappointment, but Lloyd gripped Wesley’s thigh, spreading his knee to the side. The tip of Lloyd’s cock nudged the sensitive nerve-endings ringing his hole.

Wesley caught his breath, snapping his gaze to Lloyd.

Lloyd rubbed his lube-slick head over him again. He spoke, voice soft and clear. “Can you be quiet?”

Wesley nodded and bit his lip as Lloyd pushed inside him. They both struggled to resist groaning.

Lloyd smothered their lips together, drinking in Wesley’s heavy breaths. “Oh, fuck. You feel good,” Wesley whispered against raw lips.

Lloyd remained seated deep. He swiveled his hips and pumped Wesley’s cock. Wesley clenched his ass and Lloyd’s breath shuddered over his jaw.

In the background, Gavin was telling someone off. He bit out Lloyd’s name in exasperation.

Lloyd pulled out—and slammed back into Wesley. The bed shifted with it and Wesley stretched his arms back to the wall, loving the bounce. Lloyd thrust in him repeatedly, stirring up an orgasm of epic proportion.

Lloyd watched him with hooded eyes, lips parted as he fucked Wesley. His cock rubbed deliciously inside him, at first slow and steady, and then faster. The chaos in the hall dissipated and Lloyd’s fucking got messier. Needier. Their skin slapped together, and bursts of pleas bubbled over Wesley’s lip. His cock throbbed.

“I take it back. Take it all back.”

Their sexual chemistry was about to make him shatter.

Lloyd worked faster, shoving Wesley’s knees to the side as he thrust his cock the way Wesley loved it most.

Wesley’s whole body felt wrecked with teasing. He trembled on the edge of orgasm. “I love breaking rules with you.”

Lloyd took Wesley’s cock in hand and pumped him.

Wesley lost it. He wrung out a gasp, orgasm slamming into him in long rolling waves. Come hitting Lloyd over his stomach, that cleft . . .

Lloyd gave one final thrust and moaned Wesley’s name as he came.

Pleasure continued to ripple through him. Lloyd pressed their sweat-laced bodies together and kissed Wesley hard.

Wesley massaged Lloyd’s back and caught his breath against Lloyd’s neck. He didn’t want Lloyd to lift off him, but when Lloyd’s cock slipped out, he reluctantly let go.

For the first time, Wesley was glad the bathroom was next door. Lloyd had barely snuck out of the room before he was back again, tenderly wiping a string of come off Wesley’s stomach.

Wesley threw an arm over his face and swore into the crook. “I know I dragged you in here talking principles and how I was trying to have some. But.”

Lloyd lifted Wesley’s arm and kissed him.

“Now that I know it’s like this?” Wesley said between Lloyd’s kisses over his jaw. “Fuck me forever.”

A knock came at the door, followed by his brother’s voice. “Wes, I can hear you in there. Let me—”

Wesley whimpered. “No. Go home. Please.”

“The busses don’t run, and I don’t want you driving me.”

When Caleb jiggled the handle, Wesley groaned and rolled off his bed. He pulled on a pair of boxers and cracked open the door. “I’m busy.”

“My things are in your room.” Caleb forced his cowboy boot in the gap. A whoosh of air and hallway light punched over Wesley as the door lurched open.

“I said I’m busy.”

Caleb stopped at the sight of Lloyd bunching a sheet at his waist. He slapped his hands over his eyes. “You said busy, not getting busy.” He yelled frantically. “MacD?”

Steps approached his room. “What now, Hazelnut?”

“Can I sleep with you?”

MacDonald peered over Caleb’s shoulder, her gaze quick and assessing. “Thank God,” she said spiritedly. “Finally. Hallelujah.”

Caleb removed his hands and glanced at her. “If you were that enthused, I’d have asked ages ago.”

Wesley rolled his eyes, which was the kinder version of what MacDonald blasted at him.

“Keep this quiet, would you?” Wesley said, pushing the door until he was glaring at them from a two-inch gap. “Or I’ll make my boyfriend go all Capricorn on your ass.”

Caleb snorted. “It’s hard to be afraid of your RA when he’s naked. There’s an idea. He should lounge around naked all the time.”

Lloyd grunted. “Get out of here, Caleb!”

MacDonald grabbed him by his neck. Wesley winked at his brother. “I’ll see to it.”