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Liam seems like he’s about to argue, but slams his mouth shut, wiggling out of his sweatpants. God, will the sight of Liam hard for him, wanting, ever not leave him breathless? Unable to stop himself, he traces a finger over the ridges of Liam’s tense abs, earning a hiss from between Liam’s clenched teeth. He needs more of Liam’s warm skin pressed against his own, so he lays down on top of Liam, enjoying the pleasant slide of their bodies together. Liam watches with half-lidded eyes as Aiden pours lube into his hand. Biting his lip, keeping his gaze on Liam’s, he wraps his hand around both of their cocks. He bites back a moan at the feel.

“Oh,” Liam breathes out.

Aiden grins down at him, kisses him softly, then whispers, “Exactly. Now try to keep it down because we don’t need Archer finding out.”

And then they don’t talk anymore. Aiden fucks into his own hand, overwhelmed at the feeling of Liam’s velvety warm skin sliding against his own. Stamina has never been a problem forAiden, but when he’s with Liam it’s hard to hold back. Maybe it’s because Liam isn’t an asshole, he’s a nice guy, so if Aiden shoots off too soon he knows that Liam would probably find it hot.

Liam surges up to seal their mouths together as they rut against one another. They kiss and kiss andkissuntil Aiden is swallowing down Liam’s low moan, shooting his release all over Aiden’s hand and still too hard cock. The feel of Liam’s orgasm against his skin sends him hurtling towards his own. He leans his forehead against Liam’s collarbone, panting after another too good orgasm because of Liam Walsh. Taking off his own shirt to clean them both up, he watches as Liam tugs his pants back up his muscled thighs.

“You’re going to be at the Frozen Four, right?”

Aiden hums his agreement, then nods. “Yeah, Skye and I are sharing a room.”

“That’s nice.”

They lay there next to each other for a few silent moments.

“Are you nervous?” Aiden asks quietly.

“Hmmm…not really,” Liam admits, a smile lifting up the corner of his mouth. “Excited is more like it. I know we’ll win. I’m just nervous about getting to the end already. My dad won’t care if we win or lose but I want to give him this. It’s important to me.”

Aiden tilts his head to look at Liam. “Why?”

“Well.” Liam leans up on an elbow to look down at Aiden. He leans down, places a kiss on Aiden’s lips, smiling sweetly, making Aiden’s heart do violent somersaults in his suddenly too small ribcage. “It’s the last time he’ll be coaching me, probably. I can’t lose. I have to win for that at least.”

“You should win for yourself,” Aiden points out.

Liam cocks his head. “Twenty percent for me, eighty percent for my dad.”

“I think those should be inverted.”

“Maybe so.”

Liam hops out of the bed, hurriedly tugging his shoes on, jumping from foot to foot. It’s hopelessly endearing to Aiden. He hides his smile by looking away.

“Will you still go to the museum with me for my class?” Liam asks softly, bringing Aiden’s attention back to him. “I was planning on going during the first weekend of April. It’ll help me get my mind off of the Frozen Four.”

Aiden had forgotten about the museum. He nods though, despite all the reservations starting to eat at him. Liam grins, ecstatic at Aiden’s lack of backing out. Ducking down to put his face level with Aiden’s, he places one last kiss to Aiden’s lips, sending tingles throughout Aiden’s body. He warily watches Liam sneak out of his dorm room. The front door closes softly behind Liam, and he wonders just exactly how long he’s going to let this go on for, because right now he’s powerless to stop it.

The weatherin April is almost always gorgeous in Georgia. Gone is the bitter cold, but sweltering heating skin to the depths of hell hasn’t yet made its return. The Georgia Museum of Art is surrounded by large oak and pine trees. Aiden will miss this the most when they move away. The trees with the sunlight filtering through casting shadows on the warm concrete.

Something about the south is so calming to Aiden. Everything is slower here. Liam finds a parking spot under a large tree, hopping out the minute the car is shut off with an eager grin on his face. Aiden jumps out, far less eager, and follows Liam towards the museum.

A small argument ensues over Liam paying for Aiden’s ticket, but Liam just smiles crookedly at him as he pays, leavingno room for Aiden to throw much of a hissy fit. He’s too endearing, too sweet, Aiden wants to hate him. But he can’t.

It becomes obvious to Aiden as they walk around the museum that Liam is insanely knowledgeable about art. He knows artplusthe history surrounding the art. Every time Aiden stops to look at an art piece, Liam excitedly launches into explaining the art or giving details about the artist. A few times Aiden asks Liam about the art before Liam can start talking. Not because he really cares, but because he likes to hear Liam talk about it.

Aiden stops in front of a piece of art for too long. Emotions stir inside of him. The piece is all bright colors, vivid, and it’s obvious it’s of a family. A mom or a dad holding their kid in their lap. Even though the art style doesn’t depict actual faces, it’s obvious the family is happy.

“You like this one?” Liam asks quietly, arm brushing Aiden’s.

“Yeah…it makes me…feel,” Aiden admits softly, embarrassed.

“Good art does that.”

“Tell me?”

The smile is evident in Liam’s voice as he explains the art to Aiden. “The artist is Bob Thompson, known for using bold colors to evoke an emotional response. His career was short, only eight years, but quite prolific. He has over a thousand art pieces scattered in museums around the world. He died of a drug overdose before he was even thirty.”

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