Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

The classroom was packed, nearly a hundred students crammed into rows of seats, some sitting on the floor near the back.

Chalk scraped against the board up front as the professor started the lecture without waiting for anyone to settle.

Liam sat in his usual seat and stared at the front of the classroom without really seeing it.

Kelvin dropped into the seat beside him, his bag hitting the floor with a thud, his jacket half on one shoulder, clearly having jogged from somewhere to make it in time.

He settled himself into the chair, shrugging the jacket properly onto his shoulders, pulled out a notebook, uncapped a pen, and looked at the board like he was actually planning to use both of them.

Liam looked at him.

And just like that, without warning, he saw it differently.

Kelvin slumped forward in on the floor.

His jacket stained with blood and wet across the back.

He wasn’t moving. He was just still.

Like those two guys on the ground at the base.

The image hit somewhere behind Liam’s sternum before he could stop it and sat there with the specific weight of something that had arrived uninvited and had no interest in leaving quickly.

’Anyone you love,’ Stiles had said. Standing in the alley with him, completely unhurried about it, like it was just information being shared.

Then Kelvin shifted in his seat and reached forward to write something in his notebook and the image dissolved and the room was just the room again, warm and full of the sound of the lecturer talking and pens moving and someone near the back coughing once.

Liam looked back at the board, jaw tightening, eyes narrowing like the words on it had personally offended him.

Kelvin glanced sideways at him, taking in the jaw and the eyes and the particular way Liam was holding himself, and said quietly, "What’s going on with you?"

"What?" Liam asked, gaining his composure back.

Kelvin asked again.

Liam glanced at him. "Ohh, Elena and I had a situation last night."

Kelvin put his pen down on the notebook. "Of course. What happened?"

"She was angry with me," Liam said, keeping his voice low. "Really angry. And I don’t fully understand why."

"What did you do."

"I don’t know."

Kelvin pulled a face, the kind that said that explains a significant amount without him needing to say a word about it. "Ohh, is that why you’re getting pissed off?"

’I can’t tell him what’s actually pissing me off, or he’ll get himself involved.’

"Not really, but I also got a text from Tasha." Liam paused. "You did tell me to let you know when I did."

Kelvin’s pen rolled off the notebook entirely as he sat up straight, his whole body reorienting toward Liam. "Wait. Hold on. Tasha? Like Tasha, Tasha?" He leaned in close enough that the guy in front of them could probably hear him. "What did she say, is she alright, what about her dad, last I heard he was—"

"You’re too excited right now dude, it’s weird," Liam said quietly, not looking at him.

Kelvin caught himself. He sat back, exhaled through his nose, and looked at the ceiling briefly. "Sorry," he said. "Sorry. I just." He looked back at the board and turned his pen over in his fingers. "I don’t know man. I miss having her around. You two had the funniest arguments."

Liam looked at him sideways. "We didn’t argue that much."

Kelvin made a sound from the back of his throat, short and fully loaded, that communicated his complete and detailed opinion on that statement without requiring a single additional word.

"Aaaright," he said, looking back at the board. "So what did she say."

"She’s doing okay. She’s safe." Liam looked at the front of the class where the lecturer was drawing something on the board. "She wants to meet up today."

Kelvin nodded slowly, tapping his pen against his notebook. "Alright bet. So where are we meeting her."

Liam turned and looked at him.

"We," he said.

Kelvin gestured loosely between them with his pen. "Yeah. Me and you. Where are we going."

"I don’t think that’s—"

"Okay fine I hear you." Kelvin raised one hand slightly, palm out. "You want to go alone. I get it. But at least let me drive you there."

Liam looked at him for a second, reading his face, finding nothing there except genuine offer.

"Fine," he said.

They both faced the front.

The lecturer was talking about something involving shared resources and group conflict and how communities made decisions under pressure.

Liam followed the words without going anywhere with them, his eyes on the board, his mind doing its own quieter work.

’Not happening,’ he thought. ’I’m not letting that happen to any of them.’

He exhaled slowly and let the thought settle somewhere that wasn’t the front of his mind.

Kelvin said something dry and quiet about the example the lecturer had just used and Liam caught it a second after it landed and almost smiled.

Thirty minutes later.

The class released and the room came back to life all at once, chairs scraping and bags lifting and twenty something people moving toward the door with the specific released energy of people who have been stationary for too long.

Liam and Kelvin moved with it, out into the corridor where students were flowing in both directions and the noise jumped immediately to something considerably bigger than the classroom had contained.

Someone tapped his arm from behind.

He turned.

A boy with glasses slightly too big for his face, shirt tucked in carefully, a notebook pressed to his chest with both arms.

He looked at Liam with the focused expression of someone who had been given one job and intended to complete it. "Miss Kelly asked me to let you know she’d like to see you in her office," he said.

"Alright," Liam said.

The boy nodded once and disappeared back into the moving corridor without any further conversation.

Kelvin glanced over at Liam. "I’ll wait outside," he said, already angling toward the main exit, his hands going into his pockets.

Liam turned and went the other way, heading toward her office.

Two minutes later, he reached her door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He rapped his knuckles against it.

"Who is it?" Her voice from inside, clear and even, the professional register fully on.

"It’s me," he said.

A short pause. Then, "Come in."

He pushed the door open and stepped inside and pulled it closed behind him.

The office was exactly as it always was, her desk in the center, the shelves along the wall, the afternoon light coming through the window behind her.

She was sitting with a pen in her hand and a sheet of paper in front of her, writing something with the careful focus of someone actually in the middle of a thought rather than performing busyness.

"Sit," she said, without looking up.

He sat in the chair across from her desk and looked at her working and let the room be quiet for a moment.

Then without deciding to, he saw it differently.

Kelly at the desk but not writing.

Her head resting sideways on the surface, her blonde hair spread out around it, her pen rolling slowly off the edge and hitting the floor.

Her blouse pulled slightly at the shoulder. The hand that had been holding the pen lying open and still beside her face.

Not moving.

Not making any of the small sounds she made when she was working through something, the quiet exhale when a sentence came out right, the slight shift when she reached for something.

Just still.

Bam.

Both her palms came down flat against the desk in one sharp motion, the sound cutting through the office and through everything else, and Liam blinked and the room was exactly what it was.

Kelly was standing up from her chair, very much alive, her expression carrying something that had nothing to do with the work she had just set down.

She came around the side of the desk with the particular kind of purpose that didn’t need to announce itself and crossed the space between them and sat down on his lap, her weight settling against him, and looked at him directly.

"I missed you," she said.

Liam looked at her face. The professional Kelly was entirely gone. Just her, sitting on his lap in the afternoon light of her own office.

He smiled. A real one, the first one that had felt fully like itself all day. "I genuinely thought I was in trouble just now," he said.

The corner of her mouth moved. "You can’t get in trouble with me," she said.

She kissed him.

Her hands came up to either side of his face, her fingers pressing lightly into his jaw, her whole body leaning into it with the ease of someone who had been thinking about doing exactly this since considerably earlier in the day.

He kissed her back and his hands found her waist and then moved to her ass, gripping it properly, and she made a small sound against his mouth that she made no particular effort to contain.

His hand moved to the back of her head, pressing her in slightly, and she pressed back against it, and they stayed like that while the corridor outside continued doing whatever it was doing and neither of them paid it any attention at all.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

They broke apart.

He reached for it and looked at the screen.

Elena.

He opened the message.

*Elena~ Come to the lake house. We need to talk.*

He read it once.

Then he looked at Kelly sitting on his lap, her lips slightly swollen, her hair not quite where it had started the day, her expression carrying the warm and slightly hazed quality it carried after a proper kiss.

"I have to go," he said.

She looked at him. Then at his phone briefly. Then back at his face. "This," she said, tilting her head slightly, "is how you actually get in trouble."

"I’ll make it up to you," he said.

She held his gaze for a moment, reading whatever was in it, then stood and smoothed her skirt with both hands and went back around to her side of the desk and picked up her pen with the composure of someone returning to work and meaning it.

He stood, straightened his jacket, and went to the door.

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Kelvin was outside leaning against the wall with his phone in his hand, scrolling through something, his weight on one shoulder against the brick.

He looked up when Liam came through and fell into step beside him immediately. "Okay let’s go."

"Change of plans," Liam said, still walking.

Kelvin looked at him sideways, putting his phone in his pocket. "Really. What happened."

"Elena. I have to go see her." He kept his pace. "Alone."

"Say no more," Kelvin said, nodding once, no argument in it anywhere. "I get it completely."

Liam turned toward the car park.

"Liam."

He looked back.

Kelvin tossed something through the air, a lazy underhand, and Liam caught his car keys against his chest with both hands in a way that had more desperation than grace to it.

He looked at them. Then at Kelvin. "Won’t you need these."

Kelvin shrugged, hands going back into his pockets. "I’m hanging at your place anyway. Just bring it back in one piece."

Liam turned to go.

Then stopped. "How are you getting in."

Kelvin smiled. The specific smile that came pre-loaded with its own answer. "Spare key," he said.

Liam looked at him. "I never gave you one."

"No," Kelvin agreed pleasantly. "You didn’t. I made one."

"Why?"

"Elena made one," Kelvin said, "so I had to make one for myself too," he added with a smile.

Liam looked at him for one more second. Then he turned and walked toward the car.

’First thing when I get back,’ he thought, clicking the fob. ’Before he even opens his mouth. That key is mine again.’

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