"Wait, seriously?" William raises a brow. "You came all the way from the west side of campus for a drink?" William questions his drinking buddy in disbelief. The guy's name is Jason who he met shortly after he set foot on the dance floor at the club, ready to devour some prey.

Jason has nice short brown hair that is light enough to be mistaken for ginger. He has dark gray eyes, fairly plump lips, and a number of oddly spaced out freckles spread across his cheeks and under his eyes, but in a cute way. He seems nice, but that could probably be because he's already on his second cocktail of the night, William thinks. Although he's not tall, or at least not taller than William who is only 5 feet 10 inches, he still seems nice.

"I'm not even joking," Jason laughs. "It was a bet between my roommate and I to see if I would make the commute just for sex," he confesses. So he lied about the drink. William lets it slide and chuckles. He is also here for sex, after all.

Still, he thinks it's quite a stupid thing to do as the west side is so far from the rest of campus, and the bar they're at right now isn't even on the campus. But it is quite characteristic of the jocks and frat boys and looking at how Jason speaks, William can easily tell that he's one of them.

"And? Is it worth the trouble?" William asks him as he sips on his straw, drinking his own cocktail slowly. Jason watches as William swallows the drink with his head tilted up slightly. William knows what he's doing, he's letting Jason think he's won him over but this is simply just an act. The plan to sleep with the brown-haired guy was already made the moment he snaked an arm around William's waist on the dance floor. A smirk plays on Jason's lips and he leans over to William's side. He whispers, "It's so worth it."

William smiles. Bingo.

He doesn't let Jason sit back. No, that would be too easy. He has to show him that he actually wants it, that he actually wants to fuck William and cannot wait a moment longer. His mind has to be filled with images of what he wants to do to William, of his deepest fantasies that he can only fulfill tonight because William is ever so willing.

He grabs the collar of Jason's shirt, makes a fist, and pulls the man closer, pressing his lips against his in a hard needy kiss. It's open-mouthed, William's tongue slides in and meets Jason's in a dance that shows exactly what he wants from the latter. It's fast, sloppy, but filled with lust and desire, which is exactly what William wants.

"Damn," Jason whispers. His face is flushed, and red, and his body hot. Hot for William. "Your place or mine?"

It's stupid, William knows that. But he also knows not to think twice. He'd much rather have sloppy forgettable sex outside his apartment. "Yours," he states. "You said your roommate's out of town?"

"He's not coming back till Sunday." It's only Thursday.

"Perfect."

It is probably a bad idea... no, it was a bad idea. The worst even, to get in a car with a drunk frat boy and drive all the way to Sigma Phi Alpha or whatever they call Fraternities these days, but William is thinking with his dick and ass and those two do not usually make room for wise decisions.

They reach the dorms by a miracle without Jason crashing the car and immediately get to kissing each other with the same amount of intensity they had at the bar. They kiss as they enter the foyer of the building, even as they climb their stairs, they're insatiable and need to be satisfied. It gets worse when they reach Jason's room. He fumbles with his keys and William does not help as his lips find a new home in the man's jaw, kissing him there. The two men continue to kiss as they enter the small room.

It's dark, William cannot see what it looks like but he doesn't necessarily care. He's about to get an ass pounding that will leave him sore for days and that's the most crucial thing in his life right now. At least, that's what the plan is until Jason pulls back from the kiss and gags.

Shit, William thinks.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Jason announces and without waiting for an answer, he pukes up all the cocktails he drank all over William's white T-shirt.

"Fuck!" William exclaims, stepping back. He expected a lot of things to go wrong but this had not been on his list. Not even close.

"Shit I am so sorr-" Another stream of vomit erupts out of the man's mouth before he can even finish his apology. William grimaces at the wetness and stench that was now clinging to him. He should leave now, leave Jason to deal with his own mess. It isn't his problem, but William was not built like that, he wasn't raised like that. He cannot just leave a sick man on his own. Jason was obviously not well, and William was not an asshole.

"Where's your bathroom?" He asks the man against his better judgment. Jason points to the door on his right. William nods and helps him up, leading him into the bathroom.

Instead of the night of wild sex he had planned to have, William helps Jason clean up, gives him a shower, dresses him up in clothes he finds lying on the other bed in the room and puts him to bed. It's strange to do all that for a stranger but William doesn't mind. In a weird way, it helps to take his mind off the stress that he had wanted to get rid of. It wasn't ideal, but that's life.

"Can I get something to wear?" He asks Jason once he makes sure that the man is tucked in and safe. Jason nods slowly and points towards the closet. William sighs, wishing that the man was at least sober enough to pick something for him but since that isn't the case, he goes ahead and picks out a black hoodie for himself. He throws his own shirt in the garbage and puts it on.

It feels big, a lot bigger than it should for someone of Jason's size. Maybe he likes his hoodies big, William thinks as he puts it to his nose and breathes in. Smells nice. He shrugs. At least he doesn't have to go home bare chested in the cold.