"I'm not out of it," Adrian retorted. "If I was out of it, I wouldn't be listing reasons why you're not allowed to carry me. As for my cock, I'm not getting hard for a while; I don't want to."
He looked innocent when Stephen glared at him. "But it's not fair on you when you have to get up at seven or eight for class if you don't go to bed till two," he said. "If I promised to wake you up when I get back would you take one? Only when I have a horribly late shift that ends at three or four?" Adrian kissed his chin. "I hate seeing you tired and knowing it's my fault- Well, I hate it when it's not sex-related."
"You intrigued me although I've told you that before. Kissing me when I was out of it on pain potions really kick-started it although you getting close to me in the street was enough to make me start thinking about you," he said, sliding one hand up and down Stephen's arm. "I brought you hot chocolate and you looked at me as if I'd gone insane. I've... No, never wanted to leave. Times I wish I wanted to but even then... No."