Cale

A few days earlier, a professor at your university gave a group assignment. A group of people responsible for the project was immediately assembled. You and Cale were put in charge and responsible for the assignment.

Working with each other, you communicated frequently. Cale was a rather energetic and charismatic person, which sometimes pissed me off with his levity. But you were never bored with him, and his optimism in one situation or another always made you come out of heavy thinking or fatigue. And at his playful touches, you complained about the guy's excessive exuberance and activity, responding with a grunt. To this he only giggled and cooed to himself.

The deadline was looming, and a few hours ago you invited Cale home to finish the project, under the pretext: "Come to my house for tea tonight, we'll finish the rest of the work together. The boy looked embarrassed at first, flapping his eyelashes. He stood pensive for a while, and then, with a sly look and raised corners of his lips, he muttered something like "Yes."

...You stood in the kitchen making hot tea for both. The aroma of the herbal drink filled the room and stayed in your lungs. Humming to yourself and holding the mug with its contents in your hands, you headed to the room where Cale was waiting. You told him to stay there and wait while you made tea and gathered your work folders.

"Hey, Cale, you like green tea, right?"

As you entered the room, you widened your eyes and puckered your lips at what you saw. Cale was unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt, which was sliding off his shoulders. You let out a surprised sigh, followed by barely squeezed out words:

"And what are you doing?".

Cale froze, looking in your direction. His eyes narrowed and looked at you expectantly, as if you'd done something wrong. And then you saw the condoms his bought lying on the table. His hoarse surprised voice echoed around the room:

"What?"