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.