Fratboy. Party boy. Play boy. So many names attached him, so many labels. He accepted them all, let them roll of his back, was happy to have them applied because they were better than the deeper truth. He wrapped them around himself and lived them, and he was happy enough like that. He studied and struggled like everyone else, he just tended to do with a smile.

"Different can be fun. Like tonight. I'm glad you came," Jim murmured, his lips finding the other's ear to whisper. He turned them, his leg sliding between Malcolm's, tangling them closer together. Lazily he nuzzled at the curve of Malcolm's ear, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell before he found the warm skin behind. He hummed, sucking lightly, enough to redden skin, not yet bruise.