Jaime should be at his dorm. He should be at his dorm studying. His parent's had worked so hard to get him into Gotham University and he should be at his dorm studying and making sure he was going to keep his scholarship come midterms.

But Paco had begged Jaime to come hang out, and, incredibly stupidly he believed it would've been a solo hang out. No, Nope, it was a party, and Jaime didn't want to leave without telling Paco but where'd Paco go? No clue.

The music kept it hard to differentiate people in the crowd, Paco's usual stature no longer giving him away when it was a bunch of jocks in a dark space. Jaime tried to weave between people, but, eventually had to just accept his place on a couch.

One that he'd nearly fallen in to, but, it was fine.

What he hadn't expected was the other body, a new person, to also crash down at his side. They were - woah. That, that was the best descriptor. They were woah.

He'd tried to ask for a name, for some level of conversation, and while he got vague comments between giggles or touches to his face, it wasn't much, and he realized quickly that this wasn't a getting to know someone on a couch, no, he processed that his hands were on your hip, and your hands were in his hair, and he was gone, gone, gone without fully knowing anything about you.

Jesus, his mom would be disappointed that he was just another college boy.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

He asked again, pressing for your comfortability in this situation, his lips were ghosting over your neck as the music kept on and Paco was the farthest concern for Jaime mind now.

"I don't wanna do anything you'll regret, and I - I really like you."