I glare at him. “That’s ridiculous.”
“That’sridiculous,” Dax jokes, pointing at my crotch.
“Okay, you guys need to stop talking about my dick.”
“Yeah, talk is cheap,” Ryan says.
“I gotta head to class, guys,” Dax says, “but I want you all to remember,this”—he gestures to indicate all of us—“could have been fun, but you all playing.” He winks, clearly teasing. Or is he? Has he picked up on something about Ryan and me?
“Later, man,” Lance says as Dax heads down the hall.
“Now,” I say, “is there a reason this morning, of all mornings, you needed me to come to the door and you couldn’t text me?” I can’t disguise my frustration.
“You planning to do that thing with Activate Kindness?” Lance asks.
“Huh?” I already volunteer when I can.
“Atlas and Troy were looking for some extra help on the builds they organized with the local housing project.”
“This doesn’t sound even a little familiar.”
“They sent out the email this morning. It’s for this weekend. You don’t need to decide now, but just trying to see who’s interested so we can work out cars. Ash, Colin, and Dax will be there. Obviously me and Ty, and I’m sure he’ll get Keegan and Jaxon on board, and—”
“You had me at Activate Kindness,” Ryan says.
Aside from being annoyed at having my morning BJ interrupted, I hate having surprise plans, but I’m not gonna say no to something that’s for a good cause.
“Me too,” I say. “But really, you couldn’t have texted this?”
“Maybe I wanted to see my friend who’s been squirreled away in this room for the past few weeks. I thought Ryan might’ve hidden your corpse in the walls.”
He’s being overdramatic since we bump into each other plenty. But since I’ve taken up Ryan’s dick as a hobby, I must admit I’ve been scarcer than usual.
“I’m only giving you hell, man,” Lance assures me. “It’s the end of the semester. I know everyone’s cramming for their projects and finals.”
Yeah, well, I can definitely say this month has been a lot more exciting than projects and finals, but I get his point, and I know my friend well enough to tell he’s a little sad.
“Yeah, I’ll be there. It’ll be fun, man.”
“Cool, man. And let’s try to make a little more time for each other.”
Again, I can tell he genuinely wants to spend more time with his buddies while we still have the chance. And he’s right. We need to take advantage of the time we have left.
“I will,” I insist. “I’m sorry I’ve been busy lately.”
“It’s cool, bro.” He offers a fist bump before heading off, and once I’ve closed the door, Ryan says, “That was pretty damn precious.”
He pushes to his feet. His cock isn’t as hard as when we were messing around, but still firm as fuck.
“I guess we have been a little selfish.” As he says that, he approaches, pulls back the waist of my boxers, and grabs my cock, perking me right back up. “We need to make sure we’re also spending time with our friends. This is our senior year anyway. And we don’t have much time left.”
“I think I’m in a little bit of denial about that,” I admit.
“Same. It’s hard to think that we’ll be moving on from all this soon.”
We gaze into each other’s eyes. And I wonder if he’s thinking what I’m thinking—that we’ve been taking advantage of whatever the hell this is because we know we only have so much time to continue experimenting with each other.
Ryan steps forward, cornering me at the door, his hand still around my cock. When my back’s against the wall, he goes down on his knees, dropping my boxers and licking up my shaft, getting it nice and thick again. My body trembles with anticipation for how this guy’s learned to work his mouth.
