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listened to his suggestions and chipped in with his own.
    By the tim e he’d finished, Mac had a solid outline and seem ed m uch
    happier, and Jez had gleaned a few new insights from Mac that he
    wanted to go back and incorporate into his own work, so it was win-win.
    “Thanks,” Mac said at the end of the evening. “That was really
    helpful. I never got m y head around how to structure an essay properly
    before. Breaking it down like that was useful.”
    “You’re welcom e.”
    “I want to do better this y ear. I was gutted last y ear when I nearly
    failed m y exam s.”
    “Were y our parents pissed off with y ou too?” Jez im agined his own
    father’s reaction if he’d fucked up his exam s as well as his finances, and
    he shuddered at the thought.
    Mac snorted, but it wasn’t a sound of am usem ent. “Nope. My dad
    j ust said ‘I told y ou so.’ He never wanted m e to go to uni in the first place.
    He thinks getting a degree is a waste of tim e and m oney. He wanted m e
    to leave school at sixteen and go and work for him . He say s there’s no
    j obs for graduates these day s, but people alway s need their roof m ended
    or their house extended. May be he’s got a point, though.”
    “Yeah, but….” Jez didn’t know what to say. His parents were the
    opposite. Every one in Jez’s fam ily was a graduate, and it was alway s
    expected that Jez would follow in their footsteps—although his father
    would rather he’d studied m edicine or law than geography.
    “I want to be a teacher—at secondary school,” Mac said. “Mum ’s
    on m y side, but she doesn’t like to argue with Dad.”
    “That’s cool.” Jez could im agine Mac as a teacher. He obviously
    loved the subj ect, and he had a quiet patience about him that would
    probably stand him in good stead with difficult kids. “I think y ou’ll m ake a
    good one.”
    A pleased sm ile spread over Mac’s face, and his ears turned pink.
    “Thanks.”

    The next tim e they j erked off together, it was Mac’s suggestion. Jez
    had held off, not wanting to push, but he’d hoped for m ore between them .
    It felt like unfinished business.
    In the evenings when they weren’t study ing, they spent a lot of tim e
    watching TV or engaging in epic Mario Kart battles that went on for
    hours. It was during one of these that Mac said out of the blue, “Fancy a
    wank?” He held Jez’s gaze, and his expression was challenging, alm ost as
    if this was a gam e too.
    Jez tried to hold back a sm ile. He lost the battle and grinned. “Sure.
    My place or y ours? Or here?” he added as an afterthought.
    Mac chuckled. “There’s no porn in here. Mine this tim e?”
    It crossed Jez’s m ind that porn wasn’t a requirem ent. He recalled that
    last tim e, when they ’d been far too busy looking at each other’s dicks to
    notice the porn, but he didn’t think Mac was ready to have that pointed out
    to him —he was currently inhabiting the village of Denial: population Big
    Mac. Still, he seem ed com fortable there, and Jez wasn’t going to be the
    one to ruin it for him .
    Mac’s room was tidier than Jez’s. His desk was organised neatly
    rather than being a chaotic m ess of books and papers, and his bed was
    m ade. The room sm elled of Mac, of that woodsy scent of his skin that Jez
    noticed whenever he was close enough to catch it.
    Jez flopped down on Mac’s bed, not waiting for an invitation, and he
    slid his hand down the front of his waistband and started tugging him self
    into hardness while Mac got his laptop set up between them .
    “Im patient?” Mac quirked an ey ebrow.
    “Horny. It’s been a couple of day s.”
    “Bet y ou com e first, then.”
    “It’s not a com petition.” Jez rolled his ey es. “Unless y ou want to
    play the soggy biscuit gam e.”
    Mac laughed. “Ew, no thanks.”
    It was less awkward this tim e, m ay be because of the j oking around
    or because it was becom ing fam iliar, but Jez was m ore able to let go and
    stop