“Yeah.” Cass nodded, then swatted at Blake’s chest.
“Ow.” Blake stared at him, more shocked than hurt (Cass clearly hadn’t used the full of his new strength). “What was that for?”
“You should be nicer to your friends,” Cass told him, his brows furrowed in that cute way that meant he was completely serious. “Chad’s pretty decent.”
Blake’s frown deepened. “Chad had you hiding in our room.”
“It wasn’t his fault.” Cass’s stern demeanor deflated in an instant, and he fiddled with the fabric of Blake’s shirt, his eyes lowered. “I got in my head.”
“Next time you’re in your head,” Blake said, tapping a finger against Cass’s temple, “come to me, baby. I’ll get you out of there.”
“Yeah okay.” Cass looked up at him then and gave Blake the sweetest smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
Cass slumped against him, nuzzling into Blake’s neck again, sending tingles down Blake’s spine. “It’s kind of weird being back and having everything be…different.”
Blake stroked Cass’s back, wondering if Cass was aware he was rubbing his ass against Blake’s dick. Sometimes he did thatstuff without noticing, when his inner vamp got all revved up. “Bad weird?”
Cass shook his head, grinding into him. “No.”
“Good.” Blake’s breath hitched, and he grabbed at Cass’s hips, tugging him down more firmly against him. “I think it’s—it’s great.”
Cass mouthed at the skin of Blake’s neck. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I get to bang my roommate,” Blake said, nudging his hips up in demonstration. “It’s like having a live-in boyfriend.”
Cass raised his head, making sure Blake saw his eye roll. “It’sexactlylike that, Blake.” His eyes widened. “Oh God. We live together. We’ve only been dating a week, and we live together.”
“Out of your head, baby,” Blake soothed, pressing a kiss to Cass’s neck. He started unbuttoning Cass’s shirt, ready to be done with the teasing. “And out of these clothes. Haven’t touched you in forever.”
“You jerked me off before my test.” But Cass was slipping out of his clothes with determination.
“Still.” Blake tugged off his own shirt and threw it somewhere behind the couch.
Cass already had a hand wrapped around his pretty cock, but he wasn’t stroking, just holding it there, staring at Blake’s chest hungrily. His gaze moved downward. “Can—can I blow you?”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Cass scrambled down off his lap, pushing Blake’s legs wider so he could sit between them. He knelt there, naked, with his hands on Blake’s thighs, staring up at Blake, all wide-eyed and eager.
It was unfair, how good he looked like that. It was going to melt Blake’s brain one of these days.
Cass grinned impishly—like he was reading Blake’s mind—and tugged Blake’s shorts down, gaze immediately locked ontoBlake’s hard dick and looking like he always did—like it was fucking candy.
Blake wrapped a hand around his aching cock, tugging loosely while Cass stared, needing some kind of friction while Cass got through his mental worship moment.
Cass glared at him, growling cutely and knocking his hand away, replacing it with his own, clearly feeling possessive. He licked the precum off the tip of Blake’s dick, still glaring.
Blake ran a hand through Cass’s short blond hair. “Love the way your mouth feels,” he whispered.
Cass’s glare dropped immediately. “Yeah?” he asked, sweet as pie again.
He leaned closer, sucking in the head of Blake’s cock, his eyes on Blake’s, watching the way Blake’s mouth dropped open in a pained groan at the suction.Fuck.
Blake would get used to this one day, right? To the way Cass’s touch lit him on fire from the inside out? He’d be able to be more…casual, more cool? To last more than three minutes inside of him?
Cass hummed his approval and began bobbing his head shallowly, going to town in that distinctly Cass way of his. Blake’s baby got nervous about gagging, so he never took it too deep, but he more than made up for it with a generous amount of spit and some very enthusiastic work with his hands.
