Not a Gangster

13 Not a Gangster

It had become a very long day. Castor dragged himself to his dorm room. He made it to class, but just barely so. He was excited about working with Arryn.

Still, it was a lot of pressure to do a good job and not let Arryn down. Things with Arryn have been like a whirlwind. In just a few days, so much happened in their lives that it was inevitable for a special bond to have formed. This bond motivated Castor to do even better at his job to show how special Arryn is to him.

His dream of traveling and working as an archeologist would come true. Graduation was just around the corner, and he would have gotten his master's. Then began work on his doctorate. Just then, his mind drifted to Arryn. He knew deep in his heart and soul that he was falling in love. They were kindred spirits. For once, he felt connected to someone.

Arryn knew what it was like to have parents but still felt alone. Not quite part of a family. I was feeling more like an observer trying to fit in. Sure, there was love, but familiarity was missing. There was a disconnect that no one else had ever understood until now.

Castor was relieved to be alone when he got home. He wasn't sure how to tell his friend about today, let alone his weekend with Arryn. There was no way he could talk to them about celestials.

They would think he was crazy. Hell, he would have thought it was crazy, but he saw Arryn and his magnificent wings.

He wondered if he had wings, too, but would wait for Arryn's help. The thought comforted Castor.

Hoping to get some sleep, Castor changed and crawled right into bed. Of course, that was when Corey returned.

"Oh, you are here tonight," chimed Corey.

Grumbling Castor said, "Yes, but I won’t be here this weekend."

"Hey, I'm sorry for teasing. I am happy for you. I also am curious about this mystery man. However, I won't bother you to find out."

Castor sat up in his bed, "Corey, I'm still trying to wrap my mind around everything."

Corey sat down, pulling up a chair by Castor, "We have been dorm mates for a few years now. I always thought that you and Ryan would end up together."

Rubbing his face, Castor sighed, "That's complicated... I mean, Ryan and I have been friends since grade school. We have very different goals in life."

Nodding, "True, so this other guy, I take it, has similar goals."

Castor chuckled. "Possibly, and he is so handsome. He also treats me with respect and cares about my opinion and boundaries."

"Ah, Ryan does seem not to care too much, and by that, I mean he tends to assume he knows what you need or wants without paying much attention to what you think," Corey explained.

Castor was surprised, "You noticed that, too?"

"I just thought you didn't mind," Corey shrugged.

"I guess I did but rationalized it," shrugged Castor, "…convinced myself it was ok."

"So, does this guy you like have a name... What's he like?" Corey asked.

"Well... his name is Arryn...Quinn and... "

Corey recognized the name, "Wait, Dr. Quinn, like the Executive Director of Operations of TWC."

Castor nodded, grinning sheepishly.

"You actually met him. Was it because of your internship there?"

"Funny story there... We never crossed paths at work. I met him at the event that Ryan asked me to help with."

"No way!"

"Yeah, but I didn't realize who he was until today at work..." Castor tried to explain.

"I guess that could happen; not recognize him. It's not like he ever makes public appearances, nor is he ever photographed much," Corey realized.

"So, it was Arryn that Ryan saw you with, not some gangster." Corey laughed, "Wow... I take it you won't be here this weekend because you will be with him." Cory got up from the chair and started to get ready for bed.

"That is correct!" Castor answered with a coy smile. He was looking forward to the weekend.

Even though Castor was genuinely exhausted after work and school, he couldn't fall asleep. He thought of Arryn and wondered if he was sleeping.

Checking his phone, Castor saw the texts Arryn had left for him while he had been in class. He was tempted to text Arryn and see if he was still.

Awake. But he did not want to disturb his sleep or come across as clingy.

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Arryn was tossing and turning in bed, wondering how Castor was doing. He kept checking his phone, hoping Castor would text him. Castor's scent

From his cologne remained in the sheets making Arryn miss having Castor beside him at night.