I join Jace in laughter when Lamar blinks at us, the gears spinning in his head.
“I guess that makes more sense,” he mumbles finally before he gives a big grin. “Oh well, that’s an easy fix.” He then proceeds tohold his sweatpants out, aims his phone downwards and flashes a picture right in front of us.
At least he didn’t whip the damn thing out to begin with.
Jace is in hysterics now, but I can only stare at my best friend when he rights his sweatpants andcorrectshis junk, before starting to tap away on his phone.
“Really? You’re sending a dick pic to your girlfriend right in front of us?”
“I’m not! I’m making a duck out of it first.” He turns the screen, and I choke on a cough when it shows his dick alright,with yellow wings and a beak drawn on it.
“Oh God, my eyes,” I groan, hiding my face now behind Jace’s back. “Please get that thing out of my face.”
“What? You’re gay now right? Can’t appreciate a big black–”
“Don’t even finish that sentence! Get the fuck out!” I raise my voice and point at the door. I was totally planning on going down on my man and reciprocating the awesome orgasm he gave me, but I’m afraid Lamar scarred me for life.
The big moron just shrugs, his doofy smile still on his stupid face as he leaves. I quickly get out of the bed and close andlockthe door. While I’m up I shrug out of my pants again, flick off the big lights–leaving the one on the bedside table on–and get into bed in just my boxers, where Jace has followed my example.
He holds up the blanket and as I throw one arm around his chest and snuggle close, one leg thrown over his, I sigh.
“He kind of killed the mood, huh?” Jace mutters and presses a kiss on top of my head.
“You think? I was just gathering my courage toreallyinspect your southern region.” I trail my hand over his stomach, and actually have the courage to stroke the outline of his cock through his boxers, which twitches in response.
He snickers. “No rush. We have all the time in the world.” But as he says it he lets out a sigh.
“What?” I forego my fondling and lift my head, staring at him. He looks kind of… sad, but gives me a smile nonetheless.
“No, it's just…” He shrugs. “It’s kind of quick to talk about this, or evenworryabout this, but Missy kind of reminded me we have a limited time together here on campus. That at some point one of us–or both of us–will leave to a different state. Or city. Or even country.”
I swallow. “Well shit. I haven't really thought about that.”
He shrugs. “Me either. But it’s a long time away, right?”
“Right,” I agree with a forced smile, before pressing my lips to his. My hand is now stroking his abs again, which clench when I trail over them. “Can we worry about that later? Wedohave all the time to figure it out. And right now I want to figure out how you sound when I jerk you off. Because exams start next week, and we won’t have a lot of time to do more exploring.”
“And you want to explore some more?” He smirks at me, but lifts his hips when I try to shove his boxers down. I’m not nearly as smooth as he is at undressing one another, but I get the job done. I push the blankets down as well, because I want to see what is about to happen. WhatIam about to do.
“I do,” I murmur and finally wrap my hand properly around his shaft, earning me a content sigh. He’s big, a little less broad than me, but still big. And he feels firm beneath my palm, soft.
It’s basically the same as holding my own dick, but entirely different at the same time. Very heady too.
“Jesus, Ty. Don’t look at it like you’re worshiping the damn thing.” Jace’s voice is gruff and he lets out a soft moan as I give him an experimental squeeze. My own breath hitches. Yup. Totally gay for Jace.
I smile as I slowly start to tug him off. “But I do,” I nearly whisper. “This is awesome.”
“Yeah, he’s very awesome,” Jace replies gruffly, one of his hands holding on to my biceps as I hover over him.
I totally love how his abs clench everytime I stroke downwards, how his breath hitches everytime I squeeze the top and how his hips involuntarily thrust in tandem with every tug. I could do this every day, all damn day, the way his cheeks flush and how utterly entranced he’s looking at me is way too addicting toeverquit this.
I can’t for the life of me understand how I’ve never known this part about me, how this makes so much sense, and I don’t think I can ever get back tobefore.
When Jace’s breath starts to stutter, eyes glazing over, I lean forward, catching his mouth in a filthy kiss. I chase his tongue with my own, and he pushes back, shoving his other hand in my hair as he holds on for dear life, kissing me like his life depends on it.
I jerk him off faster, firmer, twist my hand every upwards motion, and catch his groans with my mouth when he goes off, splattering cum all over my hand, his abs, even some on his chest.
I keep kissing him through it, through every groan and shiver, and when the raging fire kindles to a gentle flame, I still can’t let go of his mouth.
