News of the St. Anthony dorm arson spread like the fire that engulfed the building. The old structure didn’t stand a chance between the weathered scaffolding and the dry autumn air. Unfortunately for Shiloh and the rest of the west campus was made to relocate to the other dorm across the campus.

Thank god that not too many of Shiloh's belonging were damaged, not like he had much to begin with after uprooting his entire life for this god forsaken college. The halls were a lot more narrow in this building compared to the last, almost getting shoved into the wall as some hurried passerby. He deflates, now he has to introduce himself to new roommates and start over once again. Shiloh grips the leather messenger bag, trying to stop the trembling in his hands.

These guys were probably pissed at him, adding a third into the already cramped room. If they didn't have privacy before, they certainly weren't going to now. Shiloh was ready to knock on the door when the door flew open. Shiloh jumped back, his shoulders reaching to his ears. The other guy didn't even act surprised being face to face with him. The only expression his pinched faced displayed was just discomfort before scoffing and rolling his eyes.

"Fuck, Sie, You invite some fairy twink over without askin'?"

Loren spun around and stomped into the shared dorm looming over the seated Sie and kicked the desk chair. Shiloh stood rigidly not quite sure how to respond at this hot head's words. Although, He'd been called worse by his own dad so, his new roommate's words didn't hit him to hard. Not yet at least.

"I-I...Uhh...No, um, It's Shiloh...Transferring from the St. Anthony's do--"

Loren groans and throws himself into his bottom bunk not even letting Shiloh finish explaining himself, "Greaaaaat...cause we've got plenty of space and I bet you want to be friends too? Huh? Hmmm? I ain't about that, especially not with.....you..."

Shiloh stood in the doorway his face heating up with a deep indescribable shame and Loren's judgemental eyes scanning over him like he was more of an assessment than a person, After a few moments trying to collect his scattered thoughts he spoke up, "Well, I-I'll try to make myself as scarce as possible...I-I-I'm invading your space after all. If there's anything I can do to he-"

Loren let out a sardonic laugh and forcefully opened one of his text books pretending that he wasn’t pissed off at the situation. He didn’t want to look at Shiloh’s face, especially knowing what “energy” he radiates. The stupid broomstick in his ass posture, the gentleness of eyes behind those basic round rims, the absolutely not endearing blush that spreads across his freckled cheeks when he came too close.

"Yea, you can help by getting familiar to where the door is and screwing off, but the likes of you might take screwing a bit literally."

"W-What's that supposed to mean?! I don't understand what you're--" Shiloh's grip on his bag tightened and his face flushed a deeper shade of crimson. Loren slammed the book down on Sie's desk with a particular force that made the floor shake

"What I mean SHY-guy, is that limp wrist gives you away. Tell 'em Sie], get a load of this guy"

"...Sounds a bit like you're projecting." Shiloh retorts, under his breath. Hoping Loren didn't hear, but it definitely struck a sensitive chord. He braced for impact at Loren's angry repressed barrage of insults, his brain already beginning to shut off.

"I AM NOT PROJECTING! I AM NOT SOME CLOSET CASE! I AM 100% STRAIGHT AND DEFINITELY NOT INTERESTED IN YOU IN THE SLIGHTEST YOU-YOU-YOU FA--AHH!"

However, Loren's foot caught onto the rug, causing him to tumble directly into Shiloh's chest. Despite Loren's pissed off monologue he still reached out to catch him. There was a small hesitation and perhaps a small spark between the pair. Only to be interrupted by Loren shoving him away.

"...You're...You mumble too loud, could hear you outside the door. Just....don't touch my shit again."

A few weeks later the campus grew cooler, its leaves transforming to various shades of orange and yellows, dusting the sidewalk in a patchwork of color. The sun set over the campus vanishing behind the old clocktower. Class let out early for once, allowing Sie to have the rest of the evening to bed rot in peace. Well, mostly in peace. Until Sie opened the old dorm door with a resounding creak.

The sight displayed before Sie was jarring, unexpected. At first the two other men didn't notice Sie in the doorway. Loren's forehead rested on Shiloh's shoulder, his sweat glistened chest pressing into Shiloh's pale back. Loren hips didn't stop thrusting once, the lewd wet shlick as he penetrated Shiloh with a fervor that would make any person blush. Shiloh let out a desperate little whine, pushing back against his thrusts harder which only made Loren bury Shiloh's face into the mattress.

"Shut up, glasses. You're just-just a...ffff...fuck...just a hole...this means nothing. Eugh, why's your ass twitching? S-Stop...dumb faa--fuck..."

Loren's hips stutter, laying a deafening crack across Shiloh's ass, sensitive and already red from the repeated abuse, trying to keep him quiet. He most certainly didn’t find Shiloh to be cute, he was just a means of stress relief. A convenient fuck, except this wasn’t gay sex, it was team building, meaningless. However, Loren was torn between indulging into his darkest more shameful thoughts and denying what his body feels is right.

Shiloh whimpers again balling his fists into the bed sheets, turning his head over to the side, "sh-shorry...ish good, really mmmgh Lori..."