I make a face. “Bleh. Can’t help you there.”
Ty rolls his eyes and pushes his sexy-as-fuck, black-rimmed hipster glasses up the bridge of his nose, grabbing one of the books and proceeding to scan the pages. “Good thing I didn’t ask you to.”
I close the door and wander toward him. “So, what was up with you earlier? During the whole kid conversation with Mom and Dad.”
“Do you seriously need to ask?” Tyler says, not bothering to lift his gaze at all.
“I guess not.” I gently push some of his books out of the way and sit down on the end of his bed. “I take it now is a bad time to talk?”
“It certainly isn’t a good time.” He still doesn’t look at me.
“You’re right. Sorry. I just… never mind.” I stand and head toward the bathroom that connects our two rooms.
Ty lets out a heavy breath. “Alex, wait.”
“Yeah?” I turn around and lean against the bathroom door jamb, pushing my hands into my pockets.
His eyes drop to the bulge in my jeans and he sucks his lips into his mouth.
“You can have it after you finish your paper.”
Tyler’s eyes dart up to mine, glaring. “I don’t want it at all until we come clean to Mom and Dad. I’m not going to do this dance where we’re always looking over our shoulders or hiding to kiss or sneaking between our bedrooms for sex.”
I cross the space between us. When I reach him, I bend and put my hands firmly on his thighs and kiss him. I half expect him to turn or pull away, but he doesn’t. He kisses me back. I slowly move one hand and palm his dick through his soft pajama pants. My erection stiffens as I discover he’s got no underwear on beneath. Fuck.
A soft whimper escapes him. “Alex.”
“We’ll tell them. Soon. We’re gonna make this work, Ty.”
Tyler nods, our lips still locked and caressing.
“Fuck, you smell amazing,” I mutter into our kiss. He’s never smelled like this. Well, maybe a little, but the scent of vanilla and strawberries is far stronger than usual. “Did you switch soap or shampoo?”
“No. Did you? You smell like honeysuckle and nutmeg.”
“No.” I release his lips and run my nose up his neck from his shoulder to just below his ear, breathing him in. “Strawberries and vanilla,” I whisper.
“Really?”
“Fucking really.” I nuzzle his neck and press my nose into his hair. My dick swells and my balls seem to grow heavier. “I need you, Ty. I need to be in you,” I growl. “Tonight.”
“Now.”
“You have work.”
“Which I won’t be able to concentrate on until you fuck me and I come. So now.”
I straighten and go to grab lube and a small towel from his nightstand as Tyler sets his laptop aside and hops off the bed. He yanks his pants down and bends over the bed, presenting his oh-so perfect ass to me. As I unbutton and unzip my jeans, Ty spreads his cheeks and I reach forward with one hand and finger his hole.
“Fuck, Ty, did you lube up earlier or something?”
“No, why?”
“You’re a little slick down there.”
“Whatever, just fuck me already before Mom or Ben come looking for one of us.”
I push my pants down to my knees and lube my fingers. With two fingers, I rub over his hole then press in slowly. I slide in as far as I can, scissoring and rotating a little to stretch him. Curving my fingers, I rub over that spot that drives him crazy.
