Bane clutched his champagne flute as he crossed his condo. Pushing past his friends making out in the hallway he continued on to the bathroom. It was a night of celebration and after two group tequila shots and three glasses of bubbly, he had to pee like a racehorse.

Turning the unlocked knob he entered the bathroom.

“Oh sorry,” he said finding Faiden at the sink.

“Nah, come in,” Faiden replied adjusting his hair in the mirror.

Bane paused momentarily taken aback. Bane hadn’t invited Faiden to his party. He certainly wanted him there, but Bane had only seen Faiden around campus.

It had taken Bane half of a semester to find out Faiden’s name and another year before they had interacted at all. Now Faiden was a senior while Bane was a junior and here Faiden was in Bane’s condo.

“Did you have to use the bathroom,” Faiden asked not budging from the mirror.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then don’t let me stop you.”

Bane’s heart raced as he entered and closed the door. It was a small thing, but there was something erotic about the idea of taking out his dick in the same room as Faiden. Bane immediately became self-conscious and prayed that everything would come out in an impressive way. Bane hadn’t had to worry though, he really had to go.

“Congratulations,” Faiden said as Bane joined him at the sink.

“Thanks,” Bane acknowledged wondering who had told him.

“How much was your trust fund?”

Bane debated whether or not he should say. He barely knew him. But Bane wanted Faiden to like him and it was an impressive number.

“Five million,” Bane stated watching for the response on Faiden’s face.

“Nice. I can’t wait for my trust fund to open up.”

“When do you get it?”

“Twenty-five.”

“Wow,” Bane sympathized.

“Yeah. It’s thirty million so I guess grandpa thought that twenty-one would be too soon. Your parents set up yours, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Lucky you. I have to deal with the coot and his old world thinking. But you’re free now, right?”

“Well, I have the rest of this semester and then another year. But after that I’m free.”

“Why? You got your money. You’re free to do whatever you want.”

“You kidding? If I left university before I graduated, my parents would disown me.”

“But what does it matter? You have five million dollars. Do you know the type of life you could have with five million dollars?”

“I think you’re overestimating how much five million dollars is,” Bane replied.

“And I think you’re underestimating the amount of fun two guys could have without spending a penny.”

Bane felt his cock tingle. For a long time, Bane had had an unexplainable attraction towards guys. Sure, he was attracted to women as well. But a hot guy had a way of turning him on and making him weak in the knees. Faiden was the hottest guy that Bane had ever seen, and Bane was fairly sure that Faiden was flirting with him.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing if the two of us took off right now? We could travel the world. We could use your trust fund now and then when my trust fund opened in four years I could take over from there. We could live like princes.”

Faiden reached out and touched Bane’s wavy shoulder length hair. The sensation made Bane’s cock flinch hard. He could hardly believe what was happening. Without pulling away or discouraging what Faiden was doing, Bane responded.

“You don’t even know me. We’ve barely even talked before now.”

Faiden looked him in the eyes offering him a knowing smile.

“Your name is Bane Vanderbilt, the only son of Scott and Louise Vanderbilt. You grew up in Martha’s Vineyard. Freshman year you lived in Barrowman Hall and sophomore year you ditched your roommate and leased this place.

“For a short while you dated Mimi Carlson, but I suspect that you two broke up because you became bored with her. In fact, I’ll say that you’re bored of everyone at this party. Your soul dies a little every day that you have to wake up and drag yourself to class. And you die inside every time you have to make small talk with any of the visionless robots outside that door.

“Bane, we both know that you weren’t born to live like this. You were meant to be free. You were meant to travel the world and consume it like a fine cigar.”

Bane looked at Faiden shocked. He was right about everything. Bane used, what people referred as his “wicked smile,” as a mask to hide the slow death that he felt inside.

“How did you know all of that?” Bane asked shaken to his core.

“Because a guy that looks like you has a way of capturing my attention. And you, Bane, have captured my attention. You have had it for a very long time.”

Bane was ready to melt. His brick hard cock pushed on his pants fighting to get out.

“Let’s get out of here,” Faiden suggested.

“It’s my party,” Bane reminded him with a nervous chuckle.

“I don’t mean out of this party. I mean out of the life that we’re both pretending to live. Let’s go off and be the men who we were born to be. We’re princes. Let’s live like kings.”

Bane lost his breath staring at Faiden. Faiden’s words had awakened something within in him which he could no longer silence. Faiden had gotten his hook in him and there was nothing Bane could do to escape.

But Bane didn’t want to escape. He desperately wanted to run away with Faiden. He wanted what Faiden was offering. He wanted to be free.