rivers_bend

Title: Freshers
Words: 1,666
Rating: Adult (boy!porn)
Summary: The girls were attacking fresher's week as though it were the feast after the famine and an alarming number of them seemed to want Julian for their main course.
eta I am dreadfully remiss at this part. The gorgeous and ever-generous tigertrapped has, yet again, loaned me Julian Tremont so that I could write this. She also infact named Rupert, though I don't think she knew at the time that he was going to end up giving Julian... well, I'll not ruin the story.



When Julian had imagined University, he'd never considered all the girls. They were attacking 'fresher's week' as though it were the feast after the famine, and an alarming number of them seemed to want Julian for their main course. He didn’t feel special, enough of the other boys were receiving similar attentions, but when the sixth girl asked him if he'd like to buy her a drink he gave up on the bar.

The air outside felt cool, and even with the music and the hubbub spilling out through the windows, the night seemed quiet and dark. Julian considered a walk, but saw a group of students shrieking their way down the path and decided to just go back to his room. As he turned down the dark side of the building he heard a scuffing from the shadows.

'Tremont,' a voice said, familiar but out of context, and Julian couldn't place who it belonged to.

The shadow separated into wall and boy and a hand holding a packet of cigarettes reached towards him. 'Fag?' asked the voice.

The hand and the tilt of the shadowed boy's head were enough, but the amused drawl would have clinched it even without the visual clues. 'Charles, I don't smoke.'

'What, still?' Rupert Charles stepped forward into the circle of light cast by the standard at the corner of the building. 'Never mind, there's time for you yet.'

Julian hadn't thought to see Rupert here. His father had sent him to school in Scotland two years before.

'You aren't fleeing that mating ritual in there, are you?' Rupert still had a way of looking at you as though anything you said would amuse him. He'd added a frank and penetrating sweep of his eyes that reminded Julian of the times he'd seen that hand, which was busy stuffing the pack of cigarettes into Rupert's front pocket, against Julian's skin.

'Are you?' Julian wished he sounded less nervous, though Rupert didn’t seem to notice.

He slung an arm around Julian's neck. 'We shall flee together into the dark of night.'

'You won't fool me into thinking you're clever,' Julian said, 'I sat next to you in English, remember?'

'I've some duty-free in my room, went to France this summer. Gin? Jack Daniels? At least tell me you drink, Tremont.'

Julian remembered the bottle of wine Rupert had claimed to have stolen from the chapel when they were thirteen. There was a patch of lupins behind the gymnasium which would hide a pair of boys from view if they knew where to sit. They'd crawled into the gap and Rupert had tried to get Julian to drink. He didn't like the taste and had distracted Rupert by kissing him instead. The bottle lay forgotten, spilling communion wine into the lupins, as they fumbled at the waistbands of each other's trousers.

'Gin,' Julian said. 'You can keep the Jack for yourself.'

Rupert's room was in a newer building than Julian's. No peeling paint, windows that actually shut. They stopped in the kitchen on the way past. Rupert opened the fridge. 'Oh look, someone has lemonade.'

'Charles, you're not stealing your flatmate's lemonade.'

'Liberating. I can't make you drink your gin neat, not when I haven't seen you in two years.' He tucked the lemonade under one arm and Julian's hand under the other and led him the rest of the way upstairs.

The room was square, with a bed along one wall and a desk along the other. Rupert pulled a pile of cushions off the bed and dropped them on the floor. 'Here,' he said, pushing Julian down. 'Be right back.'

Julian adjusted the pillows so he could sit on one and lean up against the bed, making a similar arrangement of the other two pillows for Rupert. 'How was Scotland?' he said, when Rupert sat down with the drinks.

'Cold. You'd freeze your bollocks off messing around behind the gym up there. Remember that?' Rupert took a large swig out of his mug.

Julian was surprised Rupert mentioned their fumbling in the bushes. Then Rupert's hand was pushing up his thigh and the surprise at that took over. He was going to ask what Rupert was doing, but the fingers stroking the buttons of his jeans made the question seem irrelevant.

'Do you still..?' Rupert was looking at him hungrily and Julian could only nod. 'Good,' he said and somehow put both their drinks aside and pushed Julian down onto his back on the floor in one movement.

Their kiss tasted of smoke and gin, it was messy and Rupert needed to shave, but the fingers on the back of his neck and the palm pressing his stiffening cock felt good. After several minutes Rupert moved his attentions to Julian's neck. Julian took the opportunity to say, 'Could we - there's a bed right here, and the floor's not very comfortable.'

'Course. Sorry.' Rupert stood and held out a hand, hauling Julian to his feet.

Rupert was toeing off his shoes, and Julian did the same. 'So, it looks like Scotland didn't cure you of your "unnatural urges"?'

Rupert looked at Julian, a stern scowl crossing his features. 'The only son of Reginald Charles is not queer.' He pushed Julian down on the bed and couldn't keep a straight face any longer. 'He just really, really likes cock.'

Julian was laughing when Rupert joined him on the bed, pushing his hand into Julian's half-opened fly. Julian lifted his chin, expecting another kiss, but Rupert was pulling open the rest of his buttons, eyes on what he was doing.

He shifted and Julian had time to think what is he lookin… and then the head of his cock was in Rupert's mouth and, 'Holy… oh,' he said, one hand clutching in Rupert's shirt.

The hurried fumblings in the gap behind the lupins, and there had been more than one, and not just with Rupert, had never felt like this. Julian tried to lie still, but his back arched despite himself, pushing him up into Rupert's mouth. A hand on his hip, and a fist, familiar, wrapped around him - tight, then friction, slow pulling him into the shallow warm wet of Rupert's mouth. It was enough, too much, and he was coming, Rupert spluttering, 'You could have warned me.'

'Sorry,' Julian said, breathless, mortified.

Rupert wiped a hand across his mouth. 'Did you like that?'

Julian blinked. 'I..,' he said, and Rupert was kissing him again.

Julian could feel his spunk cold on his stomach and Rupert hard against his thigh. Still kissing him, Rupert grabbed Julian's hand and pushed it against his erection. Julian undid Rupert's fly and reached inside. This felt somehow more serious than when they'd been at school, and he wasn't sure if it was the bed, or being older, or if it was what had just happened. It occurred to him that Rupert might expect him to return the favour.

'Do you want - I mean…' Julian kept his hand moving on Rupert's cock, hoping that he would just come, that they could get this over with.

Instead, Rupert said, 'Sure,' rolling off Julian and onto his back.

Julian propped himself on his elbow as Rupert pushed his jeans and boxers down over his hips. Julian asked, 'Holiday in the sun?' From his tan-line it looked as though Rupert had been sunbathing in Speedos. Julian struggled not to laugh at the image.

'Mum took the sisters and me to the South of France, why?' He looked to where Julian was running a finger along the edge of paler skin. 'Oh the tan. We had a pool.'

'And very small swimming suits.' The grin accompanying that observation earned Julian a shove down the bed.

'Get on with it. I didn't buy the damn thing.'

Laughing and ducking Rupert's flapping hand, Julian said, 'But clearly you wore it.'

The exchange having made Julian less nervous, he returned to the task at hand. Rupert hadn't complained of being ticklish when he traced his tan-line, so Julian traced it again with his tongue. Muscles tensed, so he did it again. When he looked up, Rupert was watching him with a look of anticipation.

Keeping his eyes on Rupert's face, Julian licked up the length of Rupert's cock, pressing it into the palm of his hand with his tongue. Rupert's eyes shut and blinked open again as Julian sucked the head of his cock into his mouth.

Watching Rupert's head rock back, his chest heave as he struggled to catch his breath, and his fingers catching at the sheet made Julian's cock stiffen. Rupert swore when he came.

'Did you ever do that with James?' Rupert said as Julian pushed him over so he could lie down beside him.

They were shoulder to shoulder, sharing the single pillow. 'No, did you?' Julian shifted his gaze from the ceiling to Rupert's profile.

'He dared me once, before I left for Scotland, but I didn't do it.' Rupert glanced at Julian and then away again. 'There was a James in Edinburgh though.'

'There's a James in every boys school in the country, I expect.'

Rupert was pulling up his boxers and kicking off his jeans. 'Here, get off the duvet,' he said. 'You can sleep here if you don't want to walk back, but I'm getting cold.'

Julian considered. He was tired and he didn't really feel like finding his way back to his room, but the bed was narrow.

'Just come under the covers,' Rupert said, tugging at Julian's arm.

'Ok.' Getting up, Julian said, 'Where's the loo?'

'End of the hall.'

When he came back, Rupert had moved over so there was space for him to climb into bed. He stripped off his jeans and stained t-shirt, glad for the warmth of the duvet. As Rupert's arm settled over Julian's waist he said, 'Don't go thinking this means you're my boyfriend, Tremont.'

Relieved, Julian relaxed against Rupert's chest and fell asleep.

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