“Oh, fuck,” Adam groaned. Sex noises. Jared’s exhausted dick perked up immediately.
“Down, boy,” Jared murmured to himself. Or, a part of himself, at least. “You like that?”
“Mm.” Adam hummed in deep contentment. “This is why I always go to women’s hairdressing salons. I love getting my hair washed.”
Jared smiled to himself. It was so typical—the prince liked to be pampered. It shouldn’t have surprised him.
He rinsed Adam’s hair, then quickly washed his body with products that probably cost more than what he spent in a year on shower gel, then ducked out of the shower. There were two towels hanging up, one for each of them, and Jared wrapped one around his waist.
“I need to shave,” he lamented as he looked in the mirror and ran a hand over his jaw.
“ You know where the spare razors are. Help yourself.” Adam was still in the shower, rubbing silky stuff up and down his body. Jared had been forced to step out before he ravished the man all over again.
They were going to be late for school. There was no way of getting around that now, and Jared was oddly at peace with the idea as he carefully shaved, then brushed his teeth. Adam joined him and loaded up his toothbrush, and Jared kissed his wet shoulder quickly before moving back into the bedroom.
The alarm clock blinked at him accusingly from the nightstand: 08:16.
Shit.
“We’re late, Adam,” he called, quickly drying his hair and dressing in the uniform he’d brought with him. Boxers, undershirt, shirt—unbuttoned—pants, socks, shoes.
Adam walked out of the bathroom naked, the towel slung over his shoulder, apparently not bothered that they were going to be late for school. Very late.
“I think I need a cigarette after that,” he drawled as he wandered to his open closet.
“No time. Get dressed, and you can smoke on the way.”
“Baby, you’re killing my buzz,” Adam said, tossing the towel on the floor and stepping into his black Calvins. “You can’t eat me out like that, then rush me. I want to ride this high all day.”
“I’ll give you something to ride in a minute,” Jared muttered, vaguely threatening as he sat down on the edge of the bed to tie his shoes.
“I heard that.”
Despite his grouching, Adam dressed quickly and didn’t take too long at the mirror styling his hair. When he caught sight of Jared fiddling with his tie, he gave a tiny, bemused smile and turned, stepping right into Jared’s personal space.
“Look, you’ll have to learn how to do this on your own sooner or later,” Adam said affectionately. “You need the thick end to be longer than the skinny end….”
He tied a perfect Windsor knot, calmly explaining the process as he went, then pressed a soft kiss to Jared’s lips before stepping away.
“Thanks,” Jared said quietly.
“Any time.”
Jared drove to school too fast in Adam’s car because it was faster than Jared’s, and Adam insisted on smoking on the way. They shared the cigarette, making the twenty-minute journey in ten due to the traffic gods smiling on them and because the early morning student rush was already over.
They stumbled into homeroom class after roll call was over, both giggling a little.
Ms. Bowen gave them a dirty look.
“Sorry we’re late,” Adam said, attempting to look contrite. “We were having sex in the shower.”
There was a combined intake of breath from the rest of the class, and Jared forced himself not to blush. Then someone snorted with laughter, and their teacher was definitely blushing, and it was okay.
“Take a seat, gentlemen,” she said drily.
Jared sat in his usual space and knew everyone was looking at them. Adam sat on his lap, draping himself languidly with one arm around Jared’s shoulders.
“Your own seat, Mr. Hemlock.”
“Fine,” Adam sighed heavily, and kissed Jared’s cheek before getting to his feet and sitting at his own desk.
Jared pulled out his notebook and started to flick through it, aware they’d just given every kid in the school permission to talk shit about them the rest of the day.
“Did you really tell Bowen you were late because you were having sex?”
Mia was in a different homeroom class than the rest of the Scooby gang, something that annoyed her greatly.
“Yeah,” Adam said indifferently.
“Were you?” Ryder asked.
“What, having sex?” Adam was teasing her, and she blushed. “Yeah. It was totally worth it, too.”
Jared laughed and squeezed Adam’s thigh. Adam was so full of shit sometimes, it didn’t matter whether or not his stories were true. He pulled it off with such aplomb that little things like accuracy were irrelevant. He continued to peel his orange in silence, concentrating on the movement of his fingers and not the gossip that swirled around the table like mosquitoes.
Biting.
Chris leaned over the table, and Jared offered him a slice of the orange. He took it and nodded his thanks.
“You a’ight?”
“Yeah, man, I’m good,” Jared said with a grin.
“You quiet.”
Jared shrugged. “Sometimes it’s better to say nothing. I’m trying to teach Adam that, but he’s not listening.”
Chris laughed and leaned back in his chair. “You seen Dylan recently?” It was an innocent enough question, but Jared felt Adam stiffen next to him. Chris didn’t know it was still a delicate topic between them. “Tell him I said hi next time you do.”
“I will,” Jared promised. “And yeah, he’s still tutoring me. Hell, my father is paying, and it’s working out—my grades have gone up.”
Chris nodded sagely. “Good. Gotta get you into a decent college.”
“I’ll be all right,” Jared said with a laugh. “Where are you going? Have you decided yet?”
“MIT,” Chris said. “Just waiting for them to send me my fuckin’ Hogwarts letter.”
Jared laughed again and held his hand out for a fist bump. “Good luck, man.”
“You too. You too.”
“So, you two are going to prom together, I take it,” Ryder said, cutting through the moment Jared was sharing with Chris.
Adam rolled his eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah,” Ryder said. She was, too. Her
