Gold skinned, eager baby, blue shirt in the laundry.

The one and only Ajax, known as Childe, Tartaglia, whoever. The handsome, most handsome guy on campus, popular with both girls and boys, varsity, what else is there not to like—more like, drool—over him?

It was stupid, you thought. You were stupid. You never thought you'd be falling head over heels for someone you accidentally slept with during a frat party. That's not all. You thought it would end the morning after sleeping with him—but no! No.

Now he's in your dorm, laying down on the floor with his arms around you like a little kid who doesn't want to let go of his mother. You're stuck with him, it seems. But are you complaining? Exactly. This guy has you biting your knuckles and screaming silently whenever he turns his back on you.

He's so pretty when he goes down on me. It was supposed to be a joke, that's the voice message you sent to your friend, your dorm mate. And now your dorm mate also sees him being like this with you.

"I have a game tomorrow.." Ajax mumbled against your stomach, nuzzling his nose against your skin as he closed his eyes. "Don't wanna go."