Two weeks passed. Nothing from Sydney. Alan, meanwhile, had resigned from his position as R.A. and chose to live off-campus. His official explanation was a difficulty balancing his responsibilities at work and as R.A. Cliff and Casey came by quite a bit to get Tom out of bed, either by dragging him to the gym, or by deliberately watching terrible anime in front of him. Their most recent decision was to watch a God-awful Cantonese bootleg version of Akira.
"You can't even understand it!" Tom insisted "There's no subtitles!"
"Pfft. Casual." said Casey.
"Why do you have to bother me with this crap?"
"Because we care," said Cliff "That and I hate screwing this one in my room. They get makeup all over my sheets."
"Aaaand, thank you for that image." said Tom.
Just then, Tom's phone rang. He lifted himself off the sofa and walked over to the kitchen to get it. It was Sydney.
"Hello?" he said with some urgency.
"Hi Tom," said Sydney "Listen, we need to talk. Can you come to my place? Say twenty minutes?".
Tom grabbed his keys. "I can be there in half that."
"Great! I'll see you then!"
Tom bolted out the door and to his car.
"Finally, I thought he'd never leave!" said Casey, stripping off their hoody. Cliff shut off the TV.
"Cantonese bootleg Akira," said Cliff, taking off his shirt "Where the fuck did you even find that?"
"I have connections." Casey said "Now come here."
The two kissed, and Casey ran their hand down Cliff's chest. It had been so long since they'd felt his wonderful, strong body near theirs, they were already getting hard. They pulled him closer, grabbing his hips and deepening the kiss. They could feel a slight touch between their cock and his, separated just by fabric. They wrapped their arms around his shoulders, elated about getting to fuck him. Cliff broke the kiss to nibble a bit on Casey's earlobe.
"Oh fuck the hell yes." they moaned. They returned the favor and bit down slightly on Cliff's neck, eliciting a moan from him.
"Gotdamn, when did you get so bold?" asked Cliff.
"When I went this long without getting any." they said.
Casey reached down and fussed with Cliff's jeans, trying to get his cock out as quickly as possible. Cliff undid his belt, and Casey did the rest. Cliff's pants hit his knees, and Casey grasped Cliff's dick, gently running their hand across his shaft. They kissed Cliff's nipples, and with their free hand roamed across Cliff's soft yet undeniably well-kept chest.
"Extraordinary," they moaned. Suddenly, they felt Cliff's hand against the bulge in their pants. "Speaking of bold" they said with a grin.
"Shut up, it's been forever for me too, 'member?" he said in response.
"Well, that being the case, let's quit wasting time."
Casey dropped their pants and dropped to their knees, one hand on Cliff's cock, the other on their own. They began jerking off as they sucked his cock. He ran his hands through Casey's soft, fuzzy haircut, while Casey deep throated him, moaning against his shaft. They played with his balls a bit, joyful that they got to fuck someone so wonderful. They stopped deep throating him, and began running their tongue up and down his shaft, teasing the head of his cock with flicks of their tongue, all the while rapidly jerking their own prick.
"Ohhh. Oh, fuck." Cliff moaned, tilting his head back. Casey smiled. They fucking loved being able to get someone as hot as him to moan from head. They returned to deep throating him, and started playing gently with his balls. They wanted him to cum in their mouth again. They wanted to taste him. It had been so long, they just wanted to feel his warm cum down their throat. They increased the speed of their mouth, then finally got their wish, and swallowed every bit of it. They reached their own climax as they swallowed, spilling their seed on the dorm carpet. Cliff fell backward onto the couch, breathing heavy.
"Fuck... you know... Tom's gonna kill your ass for that stain, right?" he said.
"He's either getting reunited or dumped. Either way, he won't care." said Casey, curling up next to him. "C'mon, let's watch the actual Akira, this bootleg's crap."
Meanwhile, with more recklessness than usual, Tom stomped his gas pedal. He was in no mood to wait for anything. Luckily there were no cops on his route, especially considering that he decided to neglect red lights whenever it was physically possible to do so. He pulled up to her house and ran up to the door, anxiously knocking on it before it was finally answered by one of Sydney's butlers, who informed him that she was up in her room. He ran as fast as he could, then made a hard stop in front of her door, took a big sigh, and knocked.
"C'mon in." she said. He opened the door, and she was sitting on her bed, Amanda at her side. Tom's hopes immediately shot down like a comet.
"Close the door, would you?" she asked softly. He shut the door and approached the bed. He wasn't sure what to say. Fortunately for him, Sydney started the conversation.