The Throat: Part 5

Jeremy Bones was a distraction, Aaron decided by Sunday.

A cute and flirty one. With his soft brown hair, and washboard abs, and his bedroom brown eyes that seemed to find him wherever he was.

They were there first thing Aaron saw on Thursday and Friday morning as he worked at the Ratskeller. Jeremy sat at one of the empty tables, watching him, without Avellina, his fake girlfriend. They followed him across the quad as Aaron made his way to classes in the middle of the day. They glanced at him from across the table in the library on Thursday night as they studied together.

That last thing, sitting in the library with him that Thursday, Aaron did not need to do. Their assignment was turned in and they both had their segments for the presentation the following week. But he surprised Jeremy, and himself, when he showed up at 10 p.m. with his textbooks and laptop and plopped himself across from Jeremy’s textbooks and laptop.

So maybe he liked the distraction named Jeremy.

He slid over his large coffee to Jeremy’s stunned face. “What?” Aaron said casually.

Jeremy recovered. “Nothing.” He took the cup and took a sip. “Thanks.”

Aaron set up his laptop and pulled out his Social Theory book, forcing himself not to look up.

But Jeremy found himself smiling. “Is this a date?”

Aaron found himself chuckling. “I don’t date, Prince.”

“So what do you do?”

“I give head for money and occasionally fuck for personal...