@lickedtheplate plotted a starter !
it had been a particularly rough session this week, farleigh had been given the floor, his essay was supposed to be the point of review this week. but he'd shown up with nothing instead, having procrastinated too much and partied too hard, leading up to the whole thing finally came crashing down upon him in one big crescendo that even farleigh couldn't control. he, of course, should have expected nothing from the likes of oliver when it came to saving him from what could only be described as sheer humiliation.
farleigh had been on the floor near the professors feet, giving every excuse as to why he didn't have the essay on hand. and the harder professor ware pushed back on him, the more farleigh started to break down because of it. but the worst part about it, at least to farleigh, was the fact that none of his usual tricks worked. the coy looks or the suggestive banter, all had gone unnoticed by the older man. he'd practically been sobbing at the professors feet, yet all ware did was scold him further, tell him how he was wasting everyone's time by showing up empty handed. and oliver, yeah, oliver could've said something. because farleigh knew he already had his essay completed — he always did, he was one of the biggest overachievers farleigh had ever come across. but instead of saying anything, he just sat there, saying nothing ... for once in his life.
but at least, if anything, it's now over. and farleigh's tucking a book ware had given him to read before their next session into his satchel when he feels the eyes of oliver piercing into him like daggers. tears were already beginning to dry on farleigh's cheeks, causing them to itch, and a hand lifts to wipe them from, not wanting anyone to see just how badly he'd broken down. everyone except for oliver, that is.
he's sure he's gloating in it, though he doesn't look over at him to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s aware of it either. why couldn't he just leave? wasn't watching that whole thing enough material to jerk off to for the next month or so? though, he supposes, he's just trying to milk the last remaining moments of the breakdown he just witnessed — he knows he would if things were reversed. but he also thinks that maybe, just maybe, he would've attempted to rescue oliver from something like that, if only to save himself from having to sit through watching it for over an hour. ❛❛ don't. ❜❜ he says after a moment, snapping the front of his book bag closed. ❛❛ whatever it is you're about to say, i don't want to hear it. ❜❜
