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It was an hour later, Jake's mouth full of fast-food burger in the parking lot of Sonic, when he got a response.

What's up? the text read.

Can I call you?

A silent minute passed. Sure.

Jake abandoned his burger to dial the number. Pramod Shrestha, said the display on his phone, as it counted up the rings.

"Hello?" Pramod's accent wasn't strong--it was actually pleasant and easily followed, mostly manifesting in atypical vocal inflections--but he said the word implacably differently than a native would. Nepali accents were a bit difficult to explain.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second, just enough to observe how he'd long ago promised to remove the shiba inu from his life, only to actively invite him in again now. "Hi, Pramod."

"Jake! It's been... a year, I think since we phoned."

"Yeah, I--"

"Something must be wrong."

Jake drummed his fingers against the center console of his car. That was an open invitation, but he couldn't just start that conversation first thing. Hey, Pramod, I haven't fucked you in two years or talked to you in one year--should I fuck my professor? "You still doing that particle physics thing?"

"Mm. I am preparing my thesis. I have a simulation of around ten-thousand computing hours running on the cluster right now. Can't do much of anything until I get the data from it, unfortunately." The shiba inu laughed, that spirited, high-pitched laugh that was probably contagious within a mile's radius.

Jake laughed too, but not before blinking in confusion. Without exception, talking to Pramod made him feel stupid. It was one of the reasons they'd broken up after just a year. The other big two were distance--at three hours away, maintaining a steady relationship was difficult even for the most devoted of lovers--and because... well, it was difficult to have a satisfying sex life when neither party was interested in topping or being sucked off. Toys were fun to share at first, but they only lasted so long. That might sound funny, or even sexy to an outside observer--but it was a very real problem with real consequences, when you were only interested in a monogamous relationship like Jake (and not Pramod) was.

Every time he talked to or even thought of Pramod, he felt the grip of infatuation close on him again, and had to remind himself that things between them would never work out, despite mutual interest.

"Jake?"

The dingo sucked in a breath. "Yeah?" He wondered how long he'd been sitting there, silently dwelling on the past.

"If this is... you know. If you're wanting to start things back up, I'll tell you up-front it's not going to happen."

"No, no. Of course not." Jake shook his head. Pramod was a genius, and he had no problem being blunt with his observations. "It was a mutual break-up and it's still mutual now. But I.. have a problem. And, uh. A question. If now's a good time."

"Alright. I imagine it's a pretty big deal for you to call me like this, and I'm fine with that. I've been digging through some FORTRAN77 Monte Carlo code over here, so please, please distract me before I gouge my eyeballs out with a rusty spoon."

"Oh, God," Jake half-laughed. "I... Okay, ah..." He looked down at the now-cold, unappetizing meatslab that was his burger. Grease had dripped from its beefy entrails and pooled on the foil wrapper he'd set it on, the lipids turning the inside of the wrapper translucent. With Pramod, bluntness ruled. "Would you consider dating a professor?"

"What the fuck?" In times like these, Pramod's accent came out more: the words sounded more like, Wa da fak? Jake couldn't help a chuckle. "Okay, okay," the shiba said. "Why don't you start from the beginning?"

Jake took a deep breath. "Okay." He took a sip of his drink to wet his lips. When he later finished the story, feeling more than a little embarrassed and just a little bit horny, he found that his drink was so watered-down it was undrinkable.

"Hm. Okay, so." Pramod cleared his throat. "Are you sure you don't just like him because he's a top, he's built, and he's hung?"

Jake huffed. "Come on. I exaggerated. He's not even that big."

"He's a rottweiler. Aren't they like, seven or eight inches on average?"

Jake rolled his eyes and wished Pramod could've seen him do it. "Okay, fine. Point. He's a rottweiler. He's hot as fuck. But I'm not talking about just having sex with him. I'm talking about... you know. A relationship. If all we did was have sex, that'd be a waste, in my view."

"But you wouldn't be against it."

Jake grunted. "Well... he is a rottweiler. Thick, too, and a big knot. He is a tiny bit of a chub..."

"But you like that. C'mon, I know you." Pramod groaned. "Ugh. You're making me want to whip out the doberman toy I've got in the closet."

He didn't know Pramod had a doberman. Must've been a new addition. A year or two ago, he would've asked Pramod to go get it and get on Skype, too, for a bit of show and tell, but now, the thought only crossed his mind in absence. "Please. Dobermans have nothing on rottweilers."

"You're right, though you don't see quite as many of 'em." Pramod said. He cleared his throat. "But I'm being serious. Do you really have it in you to fuck him regularly?"

Jake hesitated. "It might be weird for as long as he's my professor. Which... will probably be two out of four remaining semesters of college. But... still..."

"What if word got out?"

"We can be discreet," Jake said. "And if we couldn't... well, it's not illegal, is it?"

"You know, back when I worked at Argonne, they called that embarrassment to the laboratory, and it could get you fired."

"This isn't a government-funded national laboratory."

"Yeah, but it's a state-funded school, so it's basically the same thing."

Jake growled. "Okay, whatever. Anyway, a full relationship wouldn't be an embarrassment to the school, or we could sue for discrimination based on sexual orientation."

Pramod hesitated. "Yeah. Okay, point. So, how old is he, anyway?"

Jake smirked, a bit of pride surging in his chest. "Twenty-nine."

"Uh." He could imagine Pramod scratching his chin in the silence. "Wait, you said what?"

"Twenty-nine."

"Bullshit."

"No, he's twenty-nine."

"And... he's a lecturer?"

"Associate professor."

Pramod scoffed. "There's no way."

"Stephen Wolfram was a professor at CalTech at twenty-one."

"That's Stephen fucking Wolfram. You don't get a job as an associate professor until you're at least thirty-five. Undergrad, then Ph.D, then postdocs, then a lecturer position, and maybe when you're forty you'll be an associate professor."

"I'm not joking. He's an assistant professor here, teaches all the undergraduate astrophysics courses, and has an absurd amount of papers published. I've looked at his CV."

He knew Pramod was biting his lip, on the other end of the conversation. "And... let me get this straight: you sucked this guy's dick?"

"Yep."

Pramod snickered. "And did you swallow?"

"Damn right, I did. It tasted kind of weird, but hey."

"Always does." That drew a chuckle from both of them. A longer silence passed, in which Jake found himself wondering if Pramod had sucked any dicks since he last sucked Jake's. He heard Pramod sip from a drink. "Okay. Do you want to know what I think? I don't know if you'll like it, but I'll tell you what I'd do."

"Sure. Fire away." He adjusted his seat so he could lean back in it and stare up at the roof of his car."

"Listen," Pramod started, and then paused. "Listen--if you have a professor willing to spend one-on-one time with you, the quality of your research and your chances of success in academia are going to skyrocket."

"Yeah."

"So, keep as close to him as you can. You're so stupidly lucky for this, you know. Ask him for help with research. Ask him if you can help with his research. And if he wants you to suck his dick every once in a while as payment..." He knew in that silence that Pramod shrugged. "Sometimes you gotta make sacrifices for work."

Jake laughed. "Right. Sacrifices."

"Just, like. Don't push things too much. Because if you mess up, this whole situation can easily backfire. I'm sure you know that. Let him lead."

Jake clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He wasn't entirely sure if Pramod had answered his question, but this was probably the closest thing to approval he'd get from the shiba. Part of him wanted to tell him how Sean was cautious and didn't lead aggressively, only dropped subtle hints that Jake couldn't be completely sure were actually hints or just his imagination going wild.

Jake grunted. "Okay. Thanks, man. I'll think about what you said."

"Of course. And, Jake? Keep in touch, maybe? Just because we don't sleep together anymore doesn't mean we can't talk."

"Yeah." Jake stuffed the remains of his roadkill burger back inside the foil. "Of course. And you should send me a picture of that doberman."

"You'll be jealous. Send me a picture of your professor's dick."

Jake frowned. "In your dreams."

He hung up. Jake stuffed the foil wrapper into the bag and stepped out of the vehicle to dispose it into swarming mass of fruit flies that was the garbage can. Tomorrow he had mechanics, electromagnetics, electronics lab, and... galactic astrophysics.

This time he'd look Sean in the eye. He swatted away a few flies en route back to his car, and while he was adjusting the radio to something that wasn't awful, his phone buzzed.

A picture message: "Taking it for a spin. I hate you for making me pretend it's a rottweiler." Attached was a photo of Pramod's paw rubbing lube onto a bright red silicon slab of doberman meat.

Arousal warred with bitterness and lost. Perhaps he should have been more clear: he really did not want to think about Pramod boning himself with a toy, fantasizing about Jake's professor, while he drove back to his apartment. Chats with Pramod always started great and ended... strange, with Jake's subconscious trying to persuade him that no, Jake was the strange one, and he needed to change to please the smart, sexy shiba...

Jake groaned, clenching the steering wheel too tightly. Some things never changed.