ee was usually one to startle awake to his alarm, fully conscious in a matter of half a second. That morning, though, he awoke with a warm sensation lulling him into consciousness like the rocking of a hammock. Instead, it was simply the rise and fall of Milo's bare skin against his cheek.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Lee had taken to cuddling Milo's torso like he was some goddamn life-sized teddybear. The hem of Milo's boxers grazed Lee's elbow as he blinked awake, his eyelashes fluttering against Milo's exposed chest. Milo's skin was soft, tan, and oh-so warm against the pulse stuttering in Lee's chest.

Milo Park, thee Park, spent the night in his dorm.

Wait until Alex hears about this, he thought, because he absolutely, positively, had to be dreaming.

But then again, those were not his leg hair he felt under the covers. He rubbed his foot over them just to be sure. Unless his other leg had completely fallen asleep like his folded-up arm, that leg hair was not his. A soft moan vibrated against his cheek. Milo shifted, the arm he had around Lee's shoulders squeezing tighter. Lee sucked in a deep breath, eyes wide. He took the flat of his foot off of Milo's calf.

Lee pushed up a little, reaching across Milo to grab his phone off of the end table. His alarm was due to go off in another few minutes.

Milo's hand lifted off of Lee's back.

Lee froze, completely caught leaning over Milo. Milo grazed his fingers over Lee's light, messy hair before pushing through, nails running across his scalp. Lee shivered and leant back to look down at where Milo's sleepy, lidded eyes were watching him.

"Bedhead," Milo whispered, his palm now cradling Lee's head.

"You're such a goddamn sap," Lee said, breathless.

Milo pulled him forward by the back of his head. It surprised him that Milo had even spent the night, let alone that he'd want to kiss Lee's rank morning breath.

But he should have seen it coming—it was so fucking obvious, but damn him for being completely out of it after seeing Milo's naked chest up close and personal, first thing in the morning. It really was not healthy, getting a dose of Toned Pecs and Abs so early in the morning, but fuck it, if he wasn't going to kiss the Hell out of Milo for screwing him over, his sanity be damned.

It was a languid kiss that moved and felt like the early dawn seeping into the dorm room. Lee put his hand against the pillow beside Milo's head, moving his lips to the gentle motion Milo set. Somehow, they kept their tongues to themselves and Lee appreciated it. He didn't particularly like the taste of his own mouth at five-thirty in the morning, anyway.

"Do you have to go to work?" Milo asked, but it sounded more like a request to stay.

Lee settled on his back. Milo hooked his arm behind Lee's head as Lee checked the time again. They had two minutes before his alarm would go off. Lee set it on his flat, exposed stomach and looked at the pockmarked ceiling. The bed definitely wasn't made for two people, but he didn't mind the proximity.

He turned his head to the side to look at Milo. Milo was studying him, exhaustion smudging shadows under his eyes. Lee tipped forward to press his lips to Milo's shoulder.

"Yeah. We have a minute and a half," Lee said.

Milo grinned sleepily, turning to face Lee. He propped his head on his hand and said, "I could do a lot with a minute and a half. If I had caffeine." His other hand trailed over Lee's waist, his thumb soothing a hickey Milo had made under Lee's left pectoral.

Lee pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "Oh really? What makes you so sure I'd be that easy?"

Milo smiled gently, lifting his eyes up from where his fingers had trailed down to the waistband of Lee's boxers. He leaned over to pluck something off of the end table. Lee wasn't sure exactly what it was until Milo put it on his face and turned back. Lee stared in alarm at the pair of glasses on Milo's face. It was the biggest Fuck You to what Ignorant Lee thought was sexy at the time. He never thought he'd fall for a bespectacled man, but there was Milo looking like a damn snacc in a pair of thick-rimmed glasses.

He also looked a little bit like death this early in the morning, but Lee's mouth was watering anyway.

"I—" want you to fuck me, his brain said, but his voice wasn't even in this dimension anymore.

Milo shifted a little, scooting up until their eyes were level with one another—Lee, lying back on the pillow, and Milo, leaning over him. "Were you serious? Last night, when you said you'd never done this before," Milo whispered.

Lee nodded. He was afraid his voice would crack if he said anything. Eventually, though, he cleared his throat and managed to rasp out, "I don't... You don't have to feel obligated or anything. I'm not sentimental, and I've always thought virginity was a ploy developed by the patriarchy."

Milo snorted, nudging his glasses up a tad before letting his hand fall to Lee's collarbone. He dragged a line across it as he said, "For what purpose?"

Lee rolled his eyes. "Why else are there social constructs? To lump humans into neat little boxes and punish them for stepping out of it."

Milo stared at him, mouth ajar. He looked cute, all confused like that, so Lee brought his hand up to press his thumb to the wrinkle that formed on Milo's forehead. "Don't think too hard about it or else you'll hurt yourself," he said.

And then, his alarm went off.

Lee groaned as he pushed himself up and rolled over Milo. He landed nimbly on his feet and, in his search for the clothes he threw around the night before, came upon Milo's shirt. It was a long sleeve, plain black shirt with the Hunters mascot on the front. Lee kicked it a little, to see what was on the back. It had Milo's jersey number and last name on it.

Lee gathered it up with his dirty clothes and, after tossing the rest in his hamper, he bundled it up into his backpack. Milo was already half asleep on the bed, anyway, oblivious to his missing shirt. In any case, his glasses where now on his chest, so Lee was certain he wouldn't be able to see it anyway.

After putting on jeans and buttoning up his work shirt, Lee leant out into the open to say, "You can stay here, if you want. I'll give you my keys and you can just give them to me when you stop by for coffee."

"Good. I wasn't planning on moving until practice," Milo said, voice muffled by the blankets.

Lee scoffed on his way out of the dorm. He went to the restroom where he took extra care in brushing his teeth and washing his face. His nerves felt jittery in a satisfying sort of way—it was a sensation he had never experienced and therefore was at a loss for words. When he returned to the dorm, he zipped up his backpack and shouldered it.

Before leaving, he stopped next to the bed. He leant over and, likewise, Milo turned back so that when Lee went to kiss his stubbled cheek, he wound up kissing Milo's lips instead.

Milo snickered like it was all a part of his grand master plan. "See you later," he said.

"Y-Yeah," Lee breathed, stunned. He pushed off of the mattress and, after taking one last look at Milo, dropped his keys on the end table and left.

______

"Milo never came home last night," Rushil said.

Lee hummed curiously as he unpacked his notebook and shoved his work shirt down into the blackhole that was his backpack. Afterwards, he swiftly zipped closed his jacket to hide the Hunter's logo on his shirt. "Has he done that before?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rushil shook his head. "No, not really. If he does stay out, he usually texts me. I guess I get worried sometimes ever since I was mugged that one time..."

"What, you were mugged?" Lee said.

"Whoa, whoa, wait—Take a step back, rewind. When were you mugged?" Alex said, leaning forward in their seat.

"Yeah... really weird circumstances. I think people tend to think I'm not a blackbelt?" Rushil said, and that was news to Lee. He startled, certainly not pegging Rushil as a blackbelt. He glanced at Alex, who came up with the same alarmed expression. "But that was when I was a junior in high school," he said, rubbing a hand over the side of his face. He shrugged and said, "Ah, well, I saw he stopped by your work on his Snap story, so he must be okay."

"I'm still hung up on this mugging situation," Alex said.

"I'm flabbergasted by this blackbelt situation," Lee said with a broad gesture to Rushil as a whole.

Rushil tipped his head to the side and said, "Really? Anyway, did he stay at your place?" Rushil asked, looking at Lee.

Lee swallowed hard. What a weird change in topic. "Um, no? What makes you say that?"

"Well, I know you guys were going through a rough patch, but I thought you cleared that up?"

Lee shrugged. Rushil frowned and looked ahead as the professor walked in. Lee turned to him and said, "Well, if he hasn't deleted Tinder, then maybe he was with someone else?"

"If he was, I'll pinch his dick off," Alex said.

Rushil turned around with a pained look on his face and a viscerally affected, "Ow, wow, okay."

Lee put a hand over his crotch with a grimace and said, "That visual is more effective than any punch in the nuts, I'll tell you that much."

After class, Lee told Rushil to go ahead since he had to ask the TA (Alex) a question. Rushil gave him a weird look and said, "Whatever dude. See you later," and left. Lee waited until Rushil was down the stairs and around the corner before turning back to Alex.

Alex clasped their hands together expectantly and said, "What's your quest—"

"Park sucked my dick and spent the night," Lee blurted out. He meant to ease that into the conversation, but alas, dick-sucking was at the forefront and it had them both bewildered.A student at the stairs waiting to ask Alex a question promptly turned around and walked away.

Alex blinked, startled. They leant forward in their seat and said, slowly and quietly, "Excuse me, but what?"

Lee groaned, rolling his eyes. He put his knees to his lecture seat and faced Alex, arms resting on the back of the chair. He unzipped his jacket so Alex could see the shirt as he said, "He stayed the night at my place."

"So you said, but what was that first part? I didn't quite catch that," Alex said, cupping a hand to their ear.

Lee hissed, "He—gave me a blowjob."

Alex gasped like it was the first time they were hearing this. Lee slapped a hand to his forehead as Alex exclaimed, "You're kidding! After what he did to you—"

"I know you're not surprised," Lee sighed.

"I'm surprised that you're such a dumbass. You really think he deleted Tinder?"

"He sent me screenshots—"

"Photoshop is a thing, hun, so is iCloud. How much do you want to bet he reinstalled it?"

Lee glared at them. Alex sat back with a shrug. Lee had thought about it, but he had also thought about how clingy and overprotective he'd seem if he asked to see Milo's phone to confirm it. Since adding Roland on Snapchat, Lee had no reason for Tinder and therefore deleted it. Milo hadn't asked to see his phone, so why should Lee ask to see his?

Alex sighed and said, "I'm happy for you, I guess."

"Wow, you sound so happy," Lee laughed. "It's fine, honestly. I'd give him a harder time if I wasn't getting laid now, apparently."

"Why not tell Rushil?" Alex asked.

Lee looked down at his hands with a frown. He picked at a hangnail as he said, "It's different with Rushil. I don't want things to be weird between Rushil and Park, you know? I know that if I had a roommate screwing my best friend, I'd be a little frazzled."

"Yeah, that's a little weird," Alex agreed with a grimace. "Good choice."

Lee sighed, drumming his hands on the seat before pushing himself up. "Yeah, so... just figured I'd catch you up. I'll pass on your dick-pinching threat to Park."

Lee made his way across campus to the gym. His heart beat faster in his chest as he scanned his card and hurried down the steps. He felt lighter on his feet as he passed the free weights, his mind drifting to Cloud Nine just thinking about it. Of Milo's mouth on him, hot and wet and fuck. Lee couldn't keep the blush off of his cheeks as he pushed into the locker room. He could keep his expression neutral, but inside, his brain was on fire.

He turned the corner where he often found Milo.

Milo was on the bench lacing up his sneakers. For a moment, Lee felt like nothing had happened between them. It was so exceedingly normal to see him there that Lee became, for a moment, convinced that the previous night never happened. Perhaps it was all a dream—it felt like one now, in hindsight—but then Milo was standing up.

"Fuck me—get over here," he said. Lee rose an eyebrow at the demand and stayed put so that Milo had to jump the bench and close the gap himself.

Milo's eyes were on Lee's chest. "That—That's my shirt," he said, plucking at it. He circled around behind Lee as he took off his backpack and tossed it aside. Milo's hand trailed over the flat of his stomach through the fabric of the shirt, and Lee's breath was gone, ausente. Milo squeezed his sides and pulled him flush against Milo's chest.

"You... want it back?" Lee said, tugging at the hem. Milo's hand stopped him.

"No, you keep it," he hummed, his lips warm and soft against the side of Lee's neck. Lee shivered as Milo passed his lips over the hickey that was just barely covered by the hem of the shirt. His work shirt had a high collar, but this? He was amazed Rushil hadn't poked him in the neck and asked about it.

Milo kissed up his throat before putting his lips to Lee's ear. He swallowed hard as Milo whispered, "I'd wear anything you gave me."

"If only lingerie was in the budget," Lee scoffed, and Milo laughed, wrapping his arms securely around Lee's midsection. "I'll find something to offer up to the gods. Right now I have to change out of my jeans."

"Right—sorry," Milo said.

Lee snickered as he undid the fly on his jeans. He took his sweats out of his backpack, fully aware of where Milo was looking. Since Milo's eyes were elsewhere, Lee couldn't help but smirk and watch Milo's tongue roll along his bottom lips, eyes stuck on the exposed edge of Lee's boxers.

Someone passed by their aisle.

Milo jumped as if shocked, the realization that they were technically in public had him spinning around and facing away from Lee. Lee bit back a laugh as he shimmied out of his jeans and into his sweats.

They stopped at the first floor where all of the equipment was foreign and weird and looked vaguely like torture devices. Milo walked around the floor with Lee just to name and explain each one, but in doing so, they ran into people Milo knew and wound up distracted by conversation. Lee didn't mind it, nor when some guys came up to them while Milo was helping Lee figure out the weights. Milo chatted when them and adjusted the weights as Lee pulled on the handle so the cord stretched over his front.

By the end of that day, Lee's arms felt like noodles. The muscles in his biceps quivered like a goddam leaf in the wind. He could barely close his hands around the straps of his backpack as he shrugged them on with a pained groan.

"You'll feel worse tomorrow," Milo said.

"Joy," Lee seethed through clenched teeth.

"Are you gonna eat with me and Rushil at Lockhart?" he asked, and Lee didn't miss the note of hope on Milo's face.

Lee let out a shuddering breath. His chest felt tight and his throat was still burning, so he cleared it and said, "I don't know. I kind of don't want Rushil to know about us?"

Milo tipped his head to the side and said, "Why not?"

Lee rolled his eyes. "Because we're best friends. It's kinda weird when your roommate's boning your best friend."

"We haven't boned, but I can change that."

Lee's cheeks were painted red in a matter of seconds. He could feel it throbbing in his temple where an oncoming headache wrote itself in Milo's name. "You—You can't just say shit like that, Park! B-Besides, Rushil already commented on the fact that you weren't in your dorm last night."

Milo smiled a little and said, "Aw, he keeps track of that?" Lee rolled his eyes, only to halt and stutter when Milo said, "But back to the boning part—shouldn't it be the other way around? I thought you liked to top."

Lee's shoulders bunched up to his ears and he exclaimed, "That—! Stop talking about it! Come back to me when my arms don't feel like they're about to fall off!"

Milo merely smiled as he backed out of the aisle and started for the exit. Lee, face red with embarrassment, stormed after him to give him a shove in the back.

"You should know," Lee said, sidling up beside Milo. "Our TA, Alex, said that they'll pinch your dick off if you step outta line."

As expected, Milo flinched and cupped a hand over his crotch. "Fuck, I felt that in my puny penis soul," he moaned in agony. "So Rushi Roll can't know about our sex life but apparently your TA does?"

"I wouldn't call it a sex life," Lee said, thinking back to the boning part—or lack thereof. "And Alex is cool until they're not. So I'd advise you to not be on their bad side."

"Dully noted," Milo said, rubbing the front of his pants with a pained look on his face.