#kingpara

Quinn had grabbed his coat and pocketed his spare keys to the art studio, wallet in his black jeans pocket as he waited outside for Haytham to come out so they could leave to the pub together. It was unusual that Quinn could so easily mix with someone in a place like King but he wasn’t keeping any expectations; he was just glad to have a distraction from his own troubles and meeting new faces was never a bad thing necessarily. Besides, his current companion seemed like far less maintenance in comparison to some of the others he’d been around and he could use a refreshing change from the elitist feel he experienced every day.

When he spotted his companion walking over, Quinn flashed him an easy smile,

All Quinn could hear was the rhythmic hum of the treadmill accompanying the thud of his feet as he picked up his pace and the blast of music coming through his headphones. He had been here awhile, running nowhere, sweating. The front of his shirt was soaked down to his navel and he had beads of sweat clinging to his forehead.

This had become Quinn's outlet when things were bothering him. Something aimless, no destination, that he could focus on and totally zone out of everything else. By the time he'd finished running a few miles he would be exhausted and ready to nap for a few hours only to wake up a little less stressed out and a lot more clear headed. The only problem today was that Quinn wasn't quite sure what was bothering him.

"And you'll give her an upgrade, thank you." Quinn tapped the counter in front of him. The employee behind it looked like he had been startled into submission and it had everything to do with the past fifteen minutes of being berated by two college kids. Of course Quinn had done more of the talking than Ruby had. At first their attempts to get her iPad replaced had been stalled by the store losing her Apple care information which only led them to an earful from Quinn. But that was just the in he'd needed. It was something he'd learned from his father. Take the faults of others and use it to your advantage. It was a disgrace, he'd claimed, that they'd been so careless with their records. They had no respect for their customers time or money. Perhaps all of Apple was this way. That was when Quinn had flashed his eyes down to the employee's name tag and taken a personal turn. He'd threatened calling corporate, talking to his supervisor. He'd even questioned the man's education. It wasn't long before the guy behind the counter was flustered and confused and in even less time agreeing to replace Ruby's iPad, free of charge.

"You sure?" Hands smoothed over Asher's torso, Quinn's eyes devouring his friend's body. It had all started as a game but the more and more they pushed each other the closer to reality it had become. So close that now Quinn had the other pinned. He couldn't even really remember when Asher had made it back to the room but he did recall immediately rising from his bed and pressing the other firm against the nearest wall. Hips met hips with an involuntary roll and Quinn was eagerly exploring the body that had been teasing him all night.

"You're a lazy bastard." Quinn didn't bother to detail his arrival with a greeting. Instead he tossed a bottle of vitamin water at Theo and another toward the bed TJ was supposed to be occupying. A third stayed in his hands as he moved to drop his body at his friend's side. Feigning distress, he let out a deep sigh and rolled until he could nuzzle up against the other, easily burying his face in Theo's hair. He didn't care that his friend said no cuddling, Quinn was going to do it anyway. At least until Theo pushed him off the bed. All this shit with Tegan that had been stirred up since arriving at school was giving him a massive headache. Of course he couldn't lie and say that a little bit of his motivation for wanting to hang out with Theo was the thought that TJ might be around. The other never should have tried to avoid him.