Sean hangs back from the crowd pretending to be working, but really is immersed in picking out a new wardrobe.
"So, is Sean coming with us?"
Downstairs, majority of the students from his dorm were assembling for the class camping trip at a nearby beach for the day and night.
"He was wrapped up finding something to wear when I looked in. You know he stayed up all night looking at fashions online."
"Go naked, we girls won't care!" a female voice shouted upwards in the general direction of Sean's room.
"Maybe he has other plans. Don't tell me you too are bummed out that guy isn't coming?"
"Everyone is."
Upstairs, Sean has broken down into calling for reinforcement; not from his friends in the dorm anymore, they had been no help at all.
"For this upcoming gala, I'll wear just whatever Leon suggests." Sean's mind was made up that only Leon could save his wrecked nerves.
A little frisky, he reached down his sweats to give his penis a tug and a couple of stretches, then cupped it tight and felt OK to make the call.
5:45 in the morning might be too early to call some people, but not Leon. Two short rings on the phone later, Leon's million dollar voice resounded into Sean's mind. Heavy and husky like the man was lying on his back with morning wood, still honey sweet with charm.
Sean's assigned alumni mentor in freshman year was this famed self made multi millionaire. As exams and graduation drew closer, he felt he couldn't have undivided attention from this man for much longer. He might never be in Leon's league; even though the two had spent many weekends together over the past seven years, and spoke often over the phone.
"Leon, I didn't sleep. Sorry if I'm waking you."
"It's okay Sean, I'm here." Leon cleared his throat a little and went on. "I meant to tell you last night, that I'm literally here in town. An early flight opened up Thursday night."
"That's awesome! does that mean we're spending a whole extra day together? Wait, sorry I just assumed that like an idiot, when you're a busy person."
Leon's laughter murmured smoothly through the earpiece.
"Don't get self conscious now you've called me at the crack of dawn, we may as well have breakfast."
On hanging up, Sean realised that he had started to stroke himself to the sound of that voice. He hastily pulled his hand up and found a distraction in running downstairs to make good-byes with his friends, who were piling into a bus.
"So sorry, I didn't get ready in time. It's just so early in the morning, right!" He joked around, but they were puzzled by his odd lonerism on this day, as he normally would be the center of attention.
Sean's head still spun from the experience of testing sports cars with Leon. The thought of meeting the man again in the next half hour put him in a focused reverie.
At last he stood in the mirror, ready in a 'casual, tasteful Friday' look. His brass blonde hair with large bouncy curls trimmed into a style on the back and sides. A blue knit cardigan, peach scarf, matching capri jeans, and loafers fashionably anticipated mild weather. The blue matched his eyes.
"But why do I just want to take it all off, now that I've put it all on?"
As if to talk him out of undoing his hard work, Sean's phone rang.
"I'm on campus but not yet ready to pick you up, I'm sorry. Is it okay if you go on without me first? All right, sending the car around to you."
At the Dean's office, Leon and some faculty members were in a deadlock over a serious matter.
"Ineligible for an award tomorrow night?" Leon glowered at the news that the Dean had called him in to receive, after greeting each other in the parking lot that morning.
"I'm afraid, " the Dean dropped his voice as if to be covert, "We have to consider that your partners were under investigation for a scandal."
"I built and sold an empire, never mind what my partners were up to!"
"We just can't overlook it, but I hope we can get past this.
"Indeed, we truly regret it."
"Your continued contributions to school affairs as an active member of the alumni are always valued."
"You're saying is that my achievements don't count here, but somehow my money is acceptable?" Leon protested.
When it was over, Leon strolled around campus looking for someone he could bum a cigarette off.
"Or never mind this, I don't need one. I've got to go see him now."
Sean was in a tailor's shop with one of Leon's credit cards in hand, still indecisive over what he wanted to wear.
"You in here, kid?"
At the sound of Leon's voice coming into the shop fitting room, Sean bolted to his side.
"What are you wearing to the Gala? I can't think of anything good."
"Um, Sean, I'm not going to the Gala." Leon's clean shaven baby face with green eyes, long lashes, and dimples betrayed nothing otherwise.
Shopping no longer important, "let's go somewhere relaxed," Sean posited.
"I want to be in my penthouse. Haven't gotten to swimming in the pool yet."
"Oh. Wow. I mean, yeah swimming sounds good."
Sean had spied that something was on Leon's mind. The 36 year old multi millionaire had ruffled his platinum hair into slight disarray, running his fingers through it. As soon as they got in the back seat of a cab, Sean felt he should smooth it out a little.
"Leon, there's some sticking out," he said, pushing back highlighted strands with his fingertips.
Leon had stretched out in the back seat as soon as his seatbelt was on, and let Sean lean in close.
"All of yours are always sticking out. These too."
Leon raised his own fingers, and cheekily twiddled the chest curls that popped out of Sean's low v-cut neckline, now the cardigan and scarf were off. The tickling made Sean breathless immediately. Having mentioned to Leon once that a woman played with his chest and turned him on, he wondered why it was happening.
"We're just going home, leave my hair and put your belt on kid."
'Home' was a skyscraper hotel where Leon stayed at everytime he came to town, usually for activities at the school. The two always went out and had never spent time just being indoors.
