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He smiled sheepishly as he hurried out the door to head to his dorm. Let's see. He had time for a quick nap and then a shower to freshen up and pray that the bags under his eyes weren't too prominent; Alex wondered if he still had that concealer from an eternity ago. Was it still usable? Would Washington know? Shit, what if he noticed? Ugh. Alex didn't want to seem like he was trying too hard or anything but still. His professor was hot and wanted Alex, and Alex wanted to leave a good impression on him and dress up a little and--

Alex forced himself to stop thinking when he sat down on the edge of his bed in his dorm. He was overthinking it. Washington wanted him without the nice clothes and hidden bags under his eyes. It wouldn't be a problem if Alex wasn't perfect.

Exhaling slowly, Alex set an alarm on his phone and curled up in bed to take the power nap he promised himself. After the nap and after he was showered and dressed in what was his nicer-than-usual-but-not-fancy pants and shirt, he finally texted his professor. Shit. What if it was a joke? A prank? What if this was just his professor taking advantage of him? Wait. No. Because Alex wanted that gorgeous man just as badly. It wouldn't be.

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[Text; Mr. Washington] I’ve already got part of that down, but are you okay, sir?

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Alex leaned to the side and pressed the side of his head to the glass. It wasn't comfortable with the wire grid there, but it was cool, which was sobering a little. Probably for the best. "Where're we going? Thought the prec...precinct was over there..."

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He hummed at the slow kiss, fighting back a grin. "The whole point of me waking you up was for sex, old man."

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At first glance, it did seem like average wine, but a second glance told him that it was too thick and not clear enough. Cloudy, perhaps, and then--oh. By the time he registered what was in the glass, Washington had already pounced, holding him in place and scaring the shit out of Alex. The man cut an imposing figure already, but having him jump at you like that? Terrifying.

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Run. He needed to run. Fight. Something. Anything but lay here, trapped in the arms of someone he didn't immediately recognize. He squirmed at first in an effort to struggle against the hold until George came into focus. Their leader. His lover, husband. George wasn't gone; he hadn't left Alex and wasn't hurting him. Safe. He was safe. George radiated calm and Alex melted into the embrace.

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Alex grinned, slouching in his chair as he listened to George ramble on. Now, was the blush because of the compliment or the alcohol he'd had? Why not both? Alex figured it didn't matter anyway.

"You? Lonely? HA! I doubt it. People throw themselves at your feet, hoping for your attention. How on earth could you ever feel alone when you're that lucky? Cause like, you're super hot and all, and like, you've got a long line of people who want you. Like, as their friend AND in the biblical sense. It's just...wow." How could someone as nice and brilliant as Washington be alone? He could have anyone at his side and just...how? It didn't make sense.