Dorm 210 - Too Tired

[Cullen Palmer]

*Why did he think this Quidditch thing was a good idea?*
*Fuck him he's fucking EXHAUSTED*
*First super intense training*
*Then strategy*
*Then more training*
*Then he found himself cleaning up everyone's equipment*
*He's getting home pretty late*
*And he still has a lot of homework to do*
*And he just doesn't feel like he's going to be able to get anything done tonight*
*He is too tired*

*Back to his dorm, hair still wet from the shower, Cullen sighs, leaning his head against the door as he stalls*
*He should have brought his bag with him*
*He should have just gone to the library*
*...*
*He grabs the doorknob*
*Another sigh*
*And in he goes*

[Lucan Jenkins]

*He didn't play quidditch.*
*He's not a gay ass jock pretending he doesn't like dick up his ass.*
*Lucan admits it fully.*
*In fact.*
*Funny you should say something about it.*

*Because Cullen is going to have to move around the rather studly senior making his way out of the room.*
*What?*
*Lucan does what he wants.*
*And has a nice body to boot.*
*That can look however he wants it to.*

*...*
*Grins from his bed.*
*His barely covered, not wearing anything probably position on the bed.*

"Hey."

[Cullen Palmer]

*.......Lucan.*
*That's super rude*

*He should have gone to the library*
*WHY did he get Lucan for a dormmate?*
*He literally had no clue any of this existed before Hogwarts and he still never really picked up on it too much*
*Still heading back to his muggle life every summer*
*He's just a simple guy*
*And Lucan.*
*Lucan is a metamorphagus with a rediculous attitude and attention seeking habits that definitely are going to overlap with Cullen's quiet life*
*This is not the first time*
*And the year is barely started*

*Blinks*
*Watching the senior move past him*
*A little too close to him*
*Then steps into the room*

*...*

"Hey."

[Lucan Jenkins]

*Whatever. Like he cares.*

*It wasn't the first time, and hopefully not the last time he'd see that senior.*
*Lucan didn't really find either gender more attractive.*
*He was fluid.*
*In every sense of the word.*
*He could be whatever he wanted.*
*To match whatever he found attractive.*

*Usually his personal choice of look worked just fine.*

*He grinned a little wider at the muggleborn.*

"Your turn?"

[Cullen Palmer]

*For the record, Cullen himself is also dressed to impress*
*Dark tank top*
*Kind of loose*
*Sweatpants*
*Ta da*

*...*

*Walks over to his own bed*
*Where his bag is sitting*
*Picks it up*
*Slings it over his shoulder*
*Turns around and heads for the door*
*Fully intending on leaving*

[Lucan Jenkins]

*Not his thing but hey.*
*The face spots are cute.*
*He's sure he can work it.*

"Hey~"

*Up.*
*after him.*
*Still naked.*
*Still a little hard.*
*What? Fuck you.*
*Grin still plastered on his face.*
*Reaching a hand past Cullen to hold the door closed.*

"That's not a no."

[Cullen Palmer]

*His face spots are cute*

*Stops suddenly*
*Surprised at the door shutting in front of him*
*He knew*
*He just knew this was a bad idea*

*Groans*
*Not turning to look at him*
*He knows that's exactly what he wants*

"Lucan."

[Lucan Jenkins]

*What does he want?*
*All up close on him.*
*Innocent!*

"Yes?"

*Cullen can hear the giddy 'innocence' in his voice.*

[Cullen Palmer]

*Oh he knows*
*He's only a month in and he fucking knows*

*><*

*SIGHS*
*Turns to face him*
*Back against the door*
*Disinterested face*

[Lucan Jenkins]

*Don't turn to face him.*
*Now you've got a naked Lucan pressed up on your chest.*
*Nice and close.*

*leaning in to place a nice little kiss on his lips.*
*Or not.*

"Naw man you smell like Quaffle."

[Cullen Palmer]

*Doesn't move as he leans in*
*Keeping his eyes locked on his*
*Even as he gets too close to his lips*
*And then not*

*Rolls his eyes*
*Slipping past him*
*Towards his bed*
*Throws his bag back on*
*And then himself next*
*Already digging for his books*

"Put some pants on."

[Lucan Jenkins]

*Psh.*
*Flips him off.*
*Casually making his naked way to his bed.*
*And flopping down.*
*Ass up.*

"Don't tell me what to do."

*Sigh.*

"If you want to fuck me go ahead, but don't expect me to do any of the work."

*Atleast that was what he really said.*
*Into his blanket.*

[Cullen Palmer]

*Makes a small disgruntled noise*
*And doesn't look up*
*Pulling out a book*

*He's going to ignore that statement*

"Not even going to let him stay over?"

*Why was he asking?*
*Why not just try to ignore him and study*
*He doesn;t know*
*Just feels like he's not going to get any peace anyways so whatever*

[Lucan Jenkins]

*Meh.*
*Cold.*
*Covers himself a little.*
*And rolls on his side.*
*Propping his head up with an arm.*

"Eh."

*Shrug.*

"People leaving half hour after the come over is a lot less incriminating than them leaving in the morning."

[Cullen Palmer]

*He's not going to look up at him*
*He knows that's what he wants*

*History*
*Ugh*
*He does not want to do this history reading*

"Incriminating? To who?"