They climbed a second flight and turned left for Coury’s room.
Coury pushed open his door, tossed his bag by his bed, and pulled his three layers of shirts off in one move. Liam stared, memorizing how the muscles in his back rippled when he moved. When Coury spun around, he gave Liam a full view of his toned, muscular torso. The tight, defined chest and eight pack covered in a dusting of light brown hair were a fantasy come to life.
“Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready.”
Liam whipped his head up and felt his cheeks burn. He forced himself to smile. “The lecture is at eight. We still have almost two hours.”
“Sorry, I don’t do late. I leave that for Beckett.”
“We all leave that for Becks.”
Coury unsnapped his jeans and pushed them and his boxers to the floor. Lucky for Liam, Coury wasn’t looking at him or he’d have seen the way his eyes roamed. He jerked his gaze up. Somehow Liam didn’t think his brother’s best friend would appreciate him getting hard at the sight of his body.
“I’ll be quick,” Coury said. He’d wrapped a towel around his waist as he approached Liam, shower kit in hand. He gestured vaguely toward his bed. “Make yourself comfortable.”
He left before Liam could reply. Which was a good thing, because fuck, being that close to a naked Coury robbed him of the ability to speak.
Sitting on the end of Coury’s bed, he adjusted his painfully hard cock. “Down boy,” he whispered. He needed to get himself under control. No way he’d walk downstairs with a woody.
Maybe he needed to wait in the lounge. Seeingwetnaked Coury might be too much.
He slid his phone from his pocket and opened a game. When Coury returned, Liam would keep his face focused on the screen. He would not look up.
Nope.
* * *
Coury
The lecture hall wasn’t packed, but for a Friday night it was a good crowd, better than Coury had expected. Liam was an excited bundle of energy.Thatmade the evening a success. If he got bored, he’d remember that image.
“There?” Coury pointed to an empty row near the back.
“No, I want to sit up front.” Liam waved toward the stage. “Come on, there are plenty of seats up there.”
“All the way?”
“Yes.”
Coury hesitated, but Liam grabbed his arm, a nice firm grip. “Come on, silly. There’s nothing scary about sitting up there.”
Not if you were smart, like Liam.For Coury, the goal was not to get noticed, especially by his professor, who was giving the lecture.
Liam led them front and center and took the two seats on the end of the row.
Someone joined them and sat one seat from Liam. He had very bright, smiling eyes. Older, thirty-something. Mature student, maybe? Probably someone smart who sat in the front row a lot, not like Coury.
Bright Eyes smiled at them and opened the program.
“You okay?” Liam asked, catching Coury’s expression.
Coury chuckled. “Why, do I look ready to hurl?”
“Maybe?” Liam bit his lip. “Are you really that uncomfortable sitting up front?”
Coury shook his head, and then nodded. “A bit. Yes. But tonight is about you. If this is where you want to sit, I’ll manage.”
Liam’s face lit up with his smile. “Thanks. You’re . . . this is really great.”
