“Now that I know what I was missing out on, me too.”
“Oh, that’s all you get. I was just doing that to trap you, and now I got you, so…”
“Mmmm-hmmm, I could tell you weren’t enjoying it at all,” he says in that sarcastic way he has. “Please. I doubt I’ll be able to keep you off my cock now.”
“That’s ridiculous. If anything, I like your cock and ass equally.” Even being jokey, I can’t keep from adding, “And now youknow I like you too.”
“I believe the phrasing was that we’ve got the feels for each other.”
“I do have the feels. Got them real bad.”
“You make it sound like something that’s antibiotic resistant.”
“Nah. It’s viral.”
We share a laugh, and he issues a playful glare.
He’s quiet for a moment, then angles his head on my chest so he can look up at me.
Fuck, he’s so beautiful.
We’re quiet, just gazing at one another until he breaks eye contact.
“Before I say this,” he adds. “I want you to know I’m comfortable with however you want to do this. I don’t want to rush anything…”
I’m listening, curious where he’s going with this.
“…but I don’t mind anyone knowing what we’re doing. Not that I want you to feel like you have to come out, but I do like spending time with you, and it was bothering me that we couldn’t do anything in front of the guys today.”
That’s how I felt when I had to keep my distance from him.
I didn’t like it.
At all.
His gaze shifts about. “But okay, there’s that…so we don’t have to talk about it again, and if and when you feel more comfortable… And now you’re not saying anything. Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Because I like when you ramble.”
He huffs out a laugh.
“I’m glad you said that,” I tell him. “Because I want to be able to put my hands all over you and kiss you whenever I want. Show anyone who has any ideas that you’re busy with me.”
“Anyone who has any ideas? Yeah, ’cause I was getting so much action before we started doing this. I should be the one making sure everyone knows I have work to do on this ass now that I’ve had a piece.”
“Mmmm. I like you saying you want to keep breeding my ass.”
“Oh God,” he says with a glare.
The glare of my Mart.
I give him a quick peck.
“So how are we doing this?” he asks. “Feel like Lance and Ty beat us to the whole heading downstairs and being out with it last semester.”
“Yeah, we don’t want to be accused of being a bunch of copycats.”
I consider how we should break it to the guys when Marty’s eyes widen. “What if we waited another week?”
