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time he wasn’t certain, he could ask to see something in Marsh’s room. If nobody was looking, he could slide a hand beneath the waistband of those pants.
    But Greg was getting distracted again. With a little groan, he got his arms braced and levered himself up. For a few seconds, he sat there on Marsh’s floor, watching all that gorgeous skin disappear beneath a T-shirt. Pity.
    Oh, well. One hunger satisfied, Greg’s stomach gave another growl. Sighing, he rose the rest of the way to standing. “I’m going to go try to find some food.” He hesitated, but then asked, “You want anything? I think there’s some sweet and sour chicken left from last night.”
    Crap, maybe he had it bad already, if he was offering to share.
    Marsh shook his head. “Nah. Meeting the team for pizza before weight training.”
    Right. “Okay,” Greg said, as if he wasn’t irrationally disappointed by that. It was probably for the best anyway. Two guys who were just fucking didn’t need to hang out. “So I guess I’ll…”
    “…see you around,” Marsh finished for him. He was standing in front of his closet still, half-turned toward Greg.
    And guys who were just fucking didn’t necessarily touch or interact once their clothes were back on, but Greg couldn’t resist. He took the couple of steps over to where Marsh was standing. He transcribed his movements, waiting for the brush-off, but it didn’t come. Damn it, what did he have to be scared of?
    Channeling all the attitude that had let him proposition a half-naked Marsh in the hall, and pin him against the wall, and lick him out, Greg put a hand to the side of Marsh’s face.
    It was a quick kiss. Light and chaste, without any tongue or anything at all, but it still lit a fire in Greg’s chest. A fire that didn’t have anything to do with sex, and he was going to be in so much trouble .
    But Marsh was smiling as Greg pulled away. “Catch you later.”
    “Yeah.” Greg dropped his hand.
    Then he walked away without looking back.

Chapter Four
    “Hey! Sulkowski!”
    Marsh whipped his head around, scanning the crowd until— He nodded at Ben over the sea of heads. It was a wonder he’d heard him at all over the noise, but Ben always did have a set of lungs on him. Taking a good slug off his beer so he wouldn’t spill it, Marsh turned away from the keg set up in the corner and started across the room.
    The Delta Upsilon guys had really outdone themselves this year. Their parties were never lacking, but from the looks of it, they’d gotten every undergrad with two legs and two tits to come this year.
    One of said pairs of tits brushed up against him as he pressed forward. Marsh paused, looking over. Very nice. He glanced higher to find the rack also had some serious come-hither eyes, and he smirked out of instinct as he did another quick up-and-down. But it was an idle appreciation. Two years ago—hell, two weeks ago, that kind of thing would have done it for him, but tonight his interest was lukewarm.
    Because it wasn’t exactly horniness driving him tonight. He didn’t know what it was, only that it was itching under his skin, making him restless and uptight. He gave Cute, Blonde and Perky a wink, then tilted his head toward the other side of the room, communicating as best he could over the crush that he had to keep moving. It was a brush-off, but not a personal one.
    Not like the one he felt like he got every time he’d finished letting Greg come down his throat.
    And he really didn’t need to be thinking about that right now. Yeah, maybe he could appease the itchy feeling in his palms with a quick suck-and-duck up in Greg’s room, but he’d already given that a couple of goes since he and Greg had decided to make whatever they were doing a regular thing. It had made him feel better, but only for a little while. Every time, after, he’d been left just as twitchy, just as wanting for something more. So, yeah. Not something he wanted to revisit tonight.
    No,