Harry spent most of the day talking to his professors, trying to figure out a way to bring his grades back on track. He agreed to do makeup tests and extra credit for some of his classes.

He had to repeat one of his classes.

It would be rough and it would cost more money and time, but he was willing to do whatever it took to save his average.

Harry left the school for the day feeling totally drained. Thank God he had the day off. He was in no mood for working and dealing with Kay.

He received a text from Robbie: Heyyy baby ;) how u doin?

Harry didn't respond to it. Now now, he thought. It was going to take a lot of strength to cut Robbie loose but it needed to be done.

But how, he thought as he went into a nearby bar and ordered scotch on the rocks. He was drinking a lot these days, ever since he met Robbie. Now there was another good reason to break it off. That kid was going to give him a substance abuse problem. At this rate Harry will probably either overdose or die from alcohol poisoning if he stayed in this relationship.

Robbie sent another text: Heyyy how you doin? How did your test go?

I flunked it, Harry thought, and it's all your damn fault. He hit ignore.

Right away Robbie sent a selfie of himself in the shower. His wet hair was slicked back while water slid down his face and chest. Beads of it was on his full pink lips. . .

Harry turned his phone off and dropped it on the bar. Thank God Robbie only shot himself from the chest up, he thought. Really not making his decision any easier.

While he sipped his drink, Harry wondered what to do about the break up. How would Robbie handle it? What if he went crying to his daddy? "Father, Harry was mean to me! Fire him and ruin him forever!" he could imagine that brat saying.

He'd better figure something out. He had to see Robbie in a couple of hours.

Robbie was at his place drying off after his shower. He had sent a selfie to Harry, a little tease of what he would be getting later. Still drying his hair, he padded into the bedroom and went through his closet. He was planning on taking Harry to this new nightclub in the Gold Coast area.

Robbie chose a white button down shirt and black dress pants. Something dressy casual. No underwear of course. He didn't like anything getting in the way when he and Harry got down to business. He also booked a room at one of the fanciest hotels in the city. He wanted to spoil Harry to death. Harry had been working himself ragged lately, he deserved a taste of the good life.

Robbie combed his hair, then stepped back to check his appearance. He looked hot, he thought. Harry was going to go wild. He loved how he could turn Harry on so easily.

His door opened. Robbie rushed barefoot into the living room and saw Harry stumbling in. He was holding the key Robbie gave him.

"Hey, darling," Robbie smiled. "how was your day? How did your exam go? You're going to love the nightclub. Are you ready?"

Harry slumped against the closed door. His brown curls were in disarray, his usually bright green eyes looked dull and droopy. He looked like he'd been to hell and back, Robbie observed.

"You're not dressed." Robbie stepped closer, taking in Harry's hoodie, T-shirt and faded jeans. "Did you forget about our date?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Harry looked at him briefly before dropping his eyes to the floor. Oh crap. Just what he was afraid of. Robbie knew that look. Harry and his damned doubts. He moved closer until he could feel Harry's body heat.

"Hey listen. . ." Harry began.

Robbie stopped his words by pressing his lips against Harry's. He could feel him trying to resist so he held him tighter, sliding his tongue between Harry's lips, probing around until he finally gave in.

Robbie slid his fingers through Harry's curls while he kissed him all over his face and neck. Harry pulled back long enough to remove his hoodie before grabbing Robbie's shirt. He ripped it open. The buttons popped off and fell all over the floor. Robbie gasped when Harry began kissing his neck and chest.

"Oh Jesus!" Robbie groaned as he felt those sensations.

Harry pushed Robbie to the couch and they fell against it, kissing the whole time. Before Robbie knew it they rolled onto the floor. He could feel the rough carpet on his back as he lay beneath Harry. Harry raised up and peeled off Robbie's pants, leaving him naked. Then he removed the rest of his own clothes before laying next to Robbie. He kissed Robbie across his chest and stomach. Robbie closed his eyes and enjoyed Harry's attention.

Then Robbie felt Harry's mouth on him, drawing him in. He threw his head back and moaned.

"Oh God. Harry." Robbie was soon bucking his hips. Just when he thought he was going to lose it Harry moved up until his face hovered over Robbie's. Their lips locked again.

Suddenly Robbie felt a sharp thrust that almost made him scream. He felt Harry move against him roughly, back and forth. Again Robbie felt the pleasurable sensations as they grew. He wrapped his legs around Harry's waist while he watched Harry balanced on his hands. Robbie found himself grabbing the plush on the carpet while he stared at the ceiling.

As Harry moved faster, Robbie grew louder and louder. He noticed Harry's face turning red, his eyes were glazed. Soon they both were shouting as the pleasure consumed them.

Later Harry sat up on the floor and watched Robbie curled up close to him, sleeping. Harry covered him with a throw from the couch. Then he leaned against the couch, exhausted.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't break up with Robbie. Robbie was toxic for his future yet he couldn't end their relationship.

There had to be another way.

Outside, the figure stood, looking up at the window.

Robbie woke up early, finding himself on the living room floor. He was still nude and under the throw cover. He sat up and tried to recall the night before. Oh yeah, last night with Harry. He smiled. Last night was the best. Sleeping with Harry just kept getting better and better, he thought.

Robbie looked for Harry but he was nowhere around. Neither were his clothes. Maybe he went out for coffee or something. Harry usually left a note. No note.

Robbie found his pants and pulled them on. The shirt was torn and ruined. That was his Harry.

Then Robbie went over to Harry's apartment. Harry probably went back here to do his schoolwork.

Robbie got a surprise when he opened the door.

Harry's things were gone. His clothes, his books, everything. Gone but the furniture.

Robbie ran to the window and looked out. Then he slumped to the floor in a daze.

Harry's car was nowhere in sight.

Harry was gone.