Cambridge Spies - The Things We Do for Friends
“Well, aren’t we in a foul mood.”
“I am merely trying to work. You are being a bother.” Guy had come into Anthony’s room uninvited a quarter of an hour before, had promptly collapsed onto his bed and, despite his friend’s annoyed protestations that he had things to do, thank you, he had insisted on idly commenting on every passing thought that came into his head.
It wasn’t long before the next thought surfaced. “How long has it been?”
Anthony arched a brow. “What?”
“Since you fucked someone. That would at least explain your frightful behavior.
The elder student merely snorted, but then he realized that Guy was watching him expectantly for an answer. He sighed. “I haven’t.”
That got Guy’s attention. “What? You’re haven’t- You’re not serious.” Blunt didn’t bother responding. “Anthony.”
“I’m trying to work, Guy.”
But Guy hadn’t cared before, and he certainly didn’t care now. Ignoring the way that Anthony sat stiffly in his chair, the fact that he was pointedly reading his book. “You really should have told me,” he murmured. And then he took his chin in his hands and kissed him.
In Anthony’s opinion, it was really entirely unnecessary.
Guy grinned. “Pity you’re not my type.” Anthony just rolled his eyes.