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Lying is a skill he's never had to hone before, especially not to his mother, but. Aesop did definitely lie in his last letter home.
He had said that everything was well. That he was settling in comfortably, and even had made some friends.
Only if you consider his torturers friends.
Joseph and Claude Desaulnier. Twins, upperclassmen, and Aesop's reason for the bruises across his face. They had taken him under their wings almost as soon as the semester had started, claiming him quickly as their fag. Aesop assumed this would happen. He'd studied for it, even. Been prepared.
What he wasn't prepared for was to be taken in by not one but two upperclassmen boys, or that the boys would be so... so pretty.
"Aesop, dear, why don't you give this letter to Claude?" Joseph says. Everything he says is like a question, like he'd give Aesop the opportunity to deny it. He wouldn't, even if he could. He... likes the way Joseph's eyes on him feel. Like he'd like nothing more for Aesop to debase himself for their every whim.
He would.
Mostly what the twins do is have him run between the two of them, delivering packages and letters and snacks and, occasionally, a kiss.
He's not sure when it started, or why. Claude had called him over, and had handed a small package to him.
"To Joseph," like it could possibly be going to anyone else. "Ah- wait." Claude had said as Aesop turned to go. A hand on his shoulder, moving gradually up to cup the back of his head.
The kiss is cold, as Claude normally is. Aesop is too stunned to close his eyes, and instead watches as Claude's pale lashes flutter against his cheekbones. Their lips move together, catching and releasing in slow, wet presses.
Aesop feels a second away from collapsing. He can't breathe, he feels his knees weaken as Claude parts from him with a quick nip to his bottom lip, just enough to sting. Just enough to get his cock half hard. They breathe together for a moment, still so close. Claude's cold hand plays with the short hairs at the back of Aesop's neck.
"That's for Joseph, too. Exactly as given." He said, before releasing Aesop entirely.
"Go, now. Before class." And Aesop had gone.
Handing the package to Joseph had been easy, though when he stopped Joseph from leaving, much in the same way Claude had stopped him, he got nervous.
"It's. There was another thing."
"Oh?" Joseph teased, like he already knew what it was.
Carefully, Aesop puts his hand to the back of Joseph's head. His hair is longer than Aesop's, kept in a low tail. He cards his fingers through his hair as he stands on his tiptoes to kiss him.
Joseph lets himself be kissed.
“Is that all?” He says when Aesop pulls away. He acts like Aesop’s world isn’t ending. “Well, I’ll send a kiss back, then.”
And he does.
Joseph has Aesop pressed flushed to the wall, a knee between his legs to give him something to grind on. He kisses him and kisses him, sucking on his tongue and biting his lip. Aesop is breathless and whining, thrusting into Joseph’s thigh, when he finally pulls back, wiping at the drool - Aesop’s drool - staining his mouth.
“You’re really going to need to learn to kiss better if you’re going to be running our errands. This is an important part of the delivery.” He remarks, stepping away from the wall.
Without his thigh pressed to Aesop, holding his weight, he sinks to the ground slowly.
His cock strains through his shorts, leaking a pathetic wet spot. Even though they’re still technically in public, Aesop thinks about pressing a hand to himself.
He wonders if Joseph would come back and help him if he begged enough. Maybe if he offered to let him fuck him.
Only maybe. He’s not as blonde as Claude.