“Probably. You’re the wannabe lawyer.” Greg took another step toward Ethan, and this time, he caught Ethan taking another glimpse of his downstairs area. “Looks like you enjoyed it, too.”
Greg nodded at Ethan’s crotch, and he tried to conceal the bulge in his pants. His teeth wouldn’t stop chattering, and now goose bumps crawled across his arms. The way Greg looked at him, with no fear, no reservations, made Ethan’s bottom half stand more at attention.
“Maybe we should do it again,” Greg said.
“What?”
“We both liked it. Nobody has to know. I’m sure as hell not going to tell anyone.”
“Are you…” Ethan couldn’t finish the question. He’d had heard of gay guys hooking up with deeply closeted frat boys.
“No, but if an opportunity like this presents itself, I’m not one to say no.”
He couldn’t believe this was happening, and he couldn’t believe he wasn’t stopping it. All it would take to end this would be a simple “goodbye” or to just walk away. Ethan stood there, letting his heartbeat take over his body.
“Perhaps we should pick up where we left off,” Greg said, readjusting his growing erection.
Ethan’s eyes bulged open. “In the library?”
Greg shrugged. “There’s no one around.”
“But there could be. Someone could walk in any second.” Ethan’s heart rattled in his chest like a teakettle about to boil.
“I know. It’s the hottest part.”
“What if we get caught?”
“We’re not going to.”
“But what happens if we do? It’s too risky. Maybe we should come back on a Saturday night. There’s usually nobody here then.”
“The moment is now.” Greg took another step. Ethan hadn’t realized how far he had been, but now Greg was inches from his face. Ethan could smell his natural, musky scent hiding under his body spray. “And you may spout off a million other excuses about how wrong this is, but I know you’re just as turned on by this as I am. Maybe more.”
The anticipation and trepidation filling up the moment made Ethan’s body tingle. He was standing on the edge of a cliff, seconds away from jumping. He could feel the air, the height, the nothingness just under his feet.
He backed up against the bookshelf, hating Greg for being so right. “I’m nervous.”
“Nervous is good.”
Greg took Ethan’s hand and brought it against the bulge in his warm-up pants. It was just how Ethan remembered it from class. This was the time to take his hand off and run away. This was not Ethan Follett behavior. Sweat beaded at his temples. This was new, exciting, and definitely not boring. Deep down, he wanted more.
He rubbed Greg’s pants. With each stroke, Ethan’s curiosity grew, among other things. What was the wizard behind the curtain? He watched his hand go back and forth. His head jerked up at the faint sound of someone.
“Did you hear that?” Ethan whispered.
“Don’t worry. I’m on lookout.”
Ethan kept his eyes focused on Greg’s bulge. If anyone caught them, he could claim…something. Brainwashed? Sold into prostitution? Ethan’s hand was interrupted by Greg’s as he pulled his dick out.
Ethan’s eyes went wide, like he was seeing a national monument up close. It was long and thick and in charge. It didn’t stand at attention; it gave the orders.
He wrapped his hand around Greg’s erection, and Greg let out a low moan that drove Ethan wild. Between his smell, his dick, and his moaning, Ethan was in sensory overload. They all activated some savage part of his brain, which quickly took over.
Ethan stroked Greg. His hand gripped tighter, and his sweaty palms proved a powerful lubricant.
“Yeah,” Greg breathed out. Ethan felt like he was about to burst out of his own pants, and apparently Greg could tell. He reached over and began massaging Ethan’s crotch, but it was more of a cursory brushing since khakis didn’t provide the same outlining opportunity as mesh pants.
Ethan sent his free hand into action, coordinating both in a synchronized push-and-pull move. He loved feeling Greg’s dick slide against his fingers. Greg grabbed onto the bookcase to steady himself and heaved out a slow exhale.
