He snatches another piece of popcorn from the bag. “Here, I’ll do one more, so you have a chance to win back your pride. But let’s make this one a little spicy. What should we do if you get it?”
“You bottom tonight?”
His eyes widen, his jaw drops, and I’m disappointed that it’s such a surprise.
“Is that not something you’d want to do?” I ask.
“It’s crossed my mind, but I was having so much fun in your ass, I hadn’t really thought much about it.”
“Well, you don’t have to do that. I was just…” I trail off, wishing I hadn’t said it.
His eyebrows tug together, and he leans toward me, raising his hand and inserting the piece of popcorn into my mouth. “Uh-oh, guess I have to do it,” he says. As I’m chewing and swallowing, he’s got that mischievous grin on his face.
Excitement swirls in my chest. “Now I feel like everything leading up to now has just been one big conspiracy to get my dick in your ass.”
“Maybe it has been. Did you think summoning the dark forces of the Rift was a little much just to get a cock in me?”
“We’ll see if you think it’s worth it after we get back.” I take a kiss, enjoying the salt lingering on his tongue, then stealing some off his lips before pulling away.
“Mmm…I think I’m gonna like dating you as much as I like coming in you,” he says, and as I glare at him, he adds, “Okay, maybe I’m being overdramatic now, but still, a hell of a lot more than I would have ever expected to enjoy dating someone.”
As he offers another kiss, the audio on the radio starts up. “I…think…it’s starting,” I say between kisses.
“Previews,” he insists.
We tuck our popcorn bowls on the floorboard and continue our make-out session before the movie begins. Epic as it is, it’s hard to think about much more than what he’s agreed to…I keep having to shift in my seat to accommodate my stiff erection, my cock curious to get in that ass.
After it ends, we head back to the dorms, recapping and swapping our little critiques as we reach Matteo’s room—really, our room at this point—and then he says, “Okay, I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna need to brush my teeth before we do anything. I don’t want to be thinking about popcorn all through what we’re about to do. And I think I need an extra rinse because I want to be good and ready for that dick.”
“I like the sound of that.”
We grab our things and head to the communal showers.
My dick is throbbing in the shower. As excited as I’ve been all night, now my cock is just begging me to put it out of its goddamn misery.
When we finish, we return to the room, towels around our waists, in flip-flops, touching each other plenty, kissing even more until we’re back at the door. A sound catches our attention down the hall, and Cody and Seth step out of the stairwell door, chuckling. They spot us and offer friendly waves, and at their room, Seth drapes his arm across Cody’s shoulders, leading him inside. Matteo and I exchange a look, surely both of us thinking about our conversation earlier.
“Whatever’s happening there,” I say, “it’s very precious.”
I scan my key card, and we’re barely inside before Matteo’s lips crush against mine and he shoves me back against the wall.
He grabs my hand and rubs it over the towel so I can feel his hard-on. “Look what you’ve had me like all night. Next time you suggest a movie, don’t promise to fuck me after, so we can just blow each other like a normal couple and enjoy the movie.”
Despite how irritated he sounds, I feel his smile against my face.
I crush my lips back down against his. Our hands are in a frenzy, pulling off our towels as I guide him to the bed, barely pulling our lips apart to get in it until he’s straddling my waist, his hard cock thrusting against my abdomen.
“God,” he whispers after another lengthy kiss. “Your lips are so fucking incredible.” His gaze meets mine. “You’reso incredible, Alexei.”
“Syphor doesn’t seem to think so.” I meant it as a joke, or I felt like that before I said it, but something about the words as they came out rang true, stung at something in me,knowing I was so disposable to that creature.
Useless, really.
“Sorry, I don’t know where that came from,” I say. “Trauma does weird shit to you, right?”
Matteo’s nostrils flare, his jaw tightening as he rests his hand against the side of my face. “Hey, we both know Syphor was a fucking moron. He underestimated you, and that’s why he’s gone.” He studies my expression. “AndIunderestimated you too.”
His confession takes me by surprise. “I never felt like you underestimated me.”
