Another one

Jackson felt a weird sense of emptiness when he came out of the shower that morning. Sure he had felt weirded out by the man's actions but could forget about it... Mainly because he really was lonely and Carlos was hot. With nice muscled arms and chocolate eyes that were sweet yet mischievous. The day went by much like yesterday, but for some reason the stares felt more intense. It only made him feel more alone than before. He wanted Carlos back, he wanted to tell him it was okay and that he could look past the surprise grooming session.

He could still feel that tongue on him, and honestly it didn't feel bad. Just weird.

The professor up front pressed to another slide, the thing reading as if it came from the textbook directly. With a sigh Jackson jotted down some notes. A hand bumped into his own causing him to look up confused. A burly guy was looking at him with a smirk. Confused Jackson retracted his hand only for the guy to grab it, taking it in his own. Jackson stared, both relieved and intrigued. It felt nice to have his hand in someone else's, but seriously why now of all times?

The guy leaned over from his seat, whispering, "Call me." Jackson blinked as the hand left his own, now leaving a balled up piece of paper in his hand. Jackson looked back to the guy who was now taking his own notes, paying attention to the professor. Jackson couldn't pay attention the rest of the class, instead thinking back Carlos and then over to this other guy.

Would it be wrong to call this guy when he still wanted to work things through with Carlos? Thoughts rambled through his head, not leaving him alone. Not even when class ended did he get reprieve. As the day went on Jackson stared at the piece of paper.

He stood at the tree in the garden, his phone in hand and paper in the other. He was still stuck thinking about it. He wanted to get Carlos back, but then again this was the second time anyone has tried to talk to him outside of class. What was just one more? With a bite of his lips he clicked call.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang.... Click. "Hello?"

Sound bubbled out from the call, some music coming through. "Hey, who is this?"

With a sigh Jackson looked at the entrance of the garden. "This is Jackson, the guy you gave the number to?"

"Oh. Hey! Sorry we couldn't really talk. My name is Jeff, was hoping you would message me eventually." The guy's voice was gruff, fitting what Jackson could remember of the burly man. Brown hair and blue eyes, a slight stubble to his chin. "So you want to hangout out sometime Jackson?"

Jackson licked his lips, taking another breath to compose himself. God he sounded **** in his head. "Yeah. Wanna stop by my dorms tonight?" The noise on the other side of the line quieted, as if he had walked to a more private area.

"Just send me the place." The voice seemed slightly deeper, almost breathier. Jackson shivered, really liking that voice for some reason. "I got to go, see you soon." With a beep the call ended. Jackson stood there, almost frozen in his spot. With a beating heart he quickly made the contact and sent the message for meeting up. He smiled at the screen, excited for later tonight.

"Jackson!" Jackson looked up, his heart not stopping a bit. Carlos was now running up to the tree, an almost worried look on his face. Well shit.