His tongue gently caresses my own, his hand still on my head, and I blindly search for his discarded boxers, which I use to clean us both up. He can borrow one of mine tomorrow if he didn’t bring a new pair himself.
When I’m done and have thrown them somewhere into the corner of my room, I finally lift my head. His eyes are still glazed in the afterglow, and he’s grinning broadly.
“I love how you explore.”
I smile, pecking his lips once more before maneuvering him into the position of the little spoon. “Good. Because I plan to explore a whole lot more in the coming months.”
He laughs softly as I flick off the light before pulling him close. He entwines our fingers and sighs. “Future problems can wait, right?”
I kiss that soft place beneath his ear. “Yeah, future problems can wait. Your biggest problem right now is passing your management exam. You need to study.”
“Uch. Can’t you help me study again? I’ll reward you properly after each session,” he answers, pushing his ass into my groin.
“As much as I’d love to, I can’t. Our team ended in the top of our division, we’re off to the conference championship games. Which is awesome but also kinda sucks because of the exams.” I kiss his neck again. “I have a lot of extra training and games in between study sessions, so I can’t help you as much”
“I’m totally going to flunk it without you, but I am sort of proud of you?”
I snort. “That was very convincing.”
“Yeah, well. Isn’t that what a boyfriend is supposed to say?” I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Yeah,” I answer against his neck. “Good boyfriends also are supposed to say that they’re going to miss me when we get very busy the next few weeks.”
“Okay.” He holds my hand firmer against his chest, nestling into me, getting comfortable for sleep. “Miss you already then. Goodnight, Ty.”
My heart actually fucking stutters at that, and I’m kind of glad he can’t see my idiotic grin right now. “Me too, Jace. Will miss you, I mean,” I admit, nerves fluttering in my gut as he gives my hand a soft squeeze. Yeah, the future can wait, for right now this is perfect enough.
TWENTY-THREE
Like expected; I barely see Ty the next three weeks besides our runs, and that’s sort of shit. Because the exams are totally kicking my ass, and therefore I hardly seemyfavorite ass since Tyler is so crazy busy.
I thought I had a lot going on with my band rehearsals, soccer shit and study sessions. It’s reallynothingcompared to the brutal schedule Tyler’s having. If he’s not training with the team–they now have two sessions a day–or not buried withhis nose in a textbook for one of his many courses, then you’ll probably find him working out like a gladiator in the team's gym. Lamar, Miles and Tuck at his side.
I never would’ve thought he could get even more ripped, but when I was over Sunday evening–after he finally flew back from his conference championship game–for a couple of much needed hours of de-stressing, and he took his shirt off… I nearly slipped over my own puddle of drool.
But hewonthat conference championship game last Saturday, so I told him again how proud I was, before I got on my knees and congratulated him in my own way; worshiping him like the king he is.
I’m still bummed it was an away game so I couldn’t see the spectacle live. But me, the band and every other Tiger fan here on campus–which means almost everyone–saw the game live in our own stadium, where they hung up a very big screen for everybody to watch.
The party afterwards was epic. I might’ve hung on some banisters once more. Though I might not remember everything about it.
But it was fun. Definitely.
So now I’m happily walking across campus towards the soccer fields, a bounce in my step. I just finished my last exam this morning–the management one–and I think I maybe even nailed it. Turns out Tyler did educate me well and I knew enough to get by. I hope.
It’s almost Christmas time, winter break is coming up, and while it’s still not cold enough for me to wear a jacket, I love to wear Ty’s hoodie.
Maybe I’m a bit of a moron this way, but it feels like he’s close by. Which is ridiculous, I know. Christ. Never would've thought I was the sentimental type when finally having a partner.
Never would’ve thought that somebody would want to be my partner anyway.
I snort to myself, walking faster since practice is almost about to start. Probably an easy one. The soccer season is already over, and since we’re not that good, we didn’t make the playoffs. So as of now, and for next semester, I only have two hour-long practices a week which is perfect.
And the best part is that later, I have an entire night with my man. Finally. We do have a gig lined up at Yetties, to celebrate the exams are over, but I always love it when Ty is in the audience, hanging on to every word that comes out of my mouth. I’m going to make sure we have our more dirty songs lined up tonight, so I can hopefully rile him up during the show.
It makes for good foreplay.
My phone starts ringing when I’m near the locker rooms. My dad. Again. I don’t even know how long I’ve been ignoring him now, but I just didn’t expect him to keep calling. If it was really important, he would send an email or something right?
