He sighed and put Luke from his mind. They’d experimented with other guys before, but this was the first time both he and Riley crushed on the same guy, Riley shyly confessing Luke made him feel safe. That was rare. Come to that, he made Austin feel protected and cared for as well, and that never happened.
Riley shifted on the bench and spread the damp coat out on his lap. “I couldn’t get all the blood out,” he said, and Austin hated the defeat in his voice he heard too often lately.
“Fuck,” he muttered, touching the rusty stains down the front of the coat. Suddenly, it was too much, and he fisted the fabric. “Fuck it all. Living on Murphy Court would be better than this,” he asserted, mentioning the homeless camp that had sprung up over winter.
A light flared in Riley’s eyes, hope, but then his shoulders dropped. “No. It’s almost summer break, then three quarters to go until graduation. After that you’ll have your business degree and we can live anywhere we want.”