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Liam was where Austin had left him, half curled on the floor of the computer room on the fourth floor, in a nest of clothing that was significantly less there than it had been an hour ago when Austin's things had still helped contribute to it. Now it was a sad thing, and comprised mostly of Liam's shirts and sweater, and the towel half stretched beneath him. His shorts, still undone, hanging low around his hips.

The entire scene was very telling, and the young man looked suitably debauched, even with the wounds littering his back and the backs of his arms and legs. At the very least, they looked cleaner though the worst of them appeared to be oozing still, just faintly, and there were a few tell tale smears here and there.

It was a mark to just how awful the previous day had been--just how exhausted Liam had been--that he appeared to be sleeping now.

There was a sleepy grunt that matched the furrowing of brows on the young man before the combination of booty jiggling and condescending voice penetrated deep enough to drag the poor boy from the exhausted sleep he’d fallen into. He blinked blearily in the dimness of the room, as if he wasn’t quite sure where he was, then seemed to remember all at once as baby blues widened. An inarticulate sound followed, then a quick shift away from the bottom that was prodding at him as he reached for his shorts and boxers to drag them mostly up over his hips.

Probably not the first time Harvard had seen him in some state of undress, the certainly the first time as a result of something so obviously salacious. He’d been caught, literally, with his pants down, and he was pretty sure the older man could piece together what had happened, though maybe Liam could lie his way around with who.

“Harvard.” It was higher than he would have liked, cheeks darkening with color as he sat up, or rather tried to, before wincing and freezing. His back was a mess again. Not just the injuries, but smeared in blood from his little exchange with Austin. Sex had been an awful idea, one he hadn’t regretted or worried over at the time, but now he felt it. Not just the sex, but the overall beating he’d taken before he’d passed out. Everything hurt.