When the knock comes, I close my eyes. R steps inside and shuts the door behind him with a finality that makes my bloodstream fire up. The chair scrapes against the carpet as he pushes it under the door handle, and I open my eyes, blinking to adjust to the darkness.
“Hi,” he whispers.
“Hi,” I reply, my voice pitched low.
“How was your weekend?”
I make a noise. “We’re making small talk now, are we?”
“It’s a genuine question.” He sounds hurt.
“Thanks for asking. It was fine. Crappy, actually.”
“How come?”
I shrug before remembering he can’t see. “It was boring. And lonely.”
“That sucks. Well, mine wasn’t the best weekend either. Never thought I’d be excited for a Monday.”
I grin. “Come here.”
He does, less than a second later, his warm hands circling my sides, running down until they grip my waist.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask.
He makes a surprised noise. “Yes.”
We kiss, and his mouth is warm and wet, and the more I kiss, the hungrier I get. I try to be less aggressive, but I can’t help myself, and slowly, he’s pushed back until he hits the wall, then slides down it so he’s half slumped against the floor.
He lets go of my waist for a moment so he can put his hand under my shirt. I kiss a line down his lips to his chin and then his jaw. I push the collar of his uniform down so I can kiss the sensitive skin of his neck, where it meets his shoulders.
When I suck on his skin, his breathing grows heavy in the best way. Seconds later, one of his hands tightens its grip on me while the other runs up and down my back. His movements are frantic and jerky, and I get the impression he’s trying to distract himself from my lips on his neck.
“Hey,” he manages.
I pull my mouth off him. “Yeah?”
“Can I…put my hand down your pants?”
“Yes.” I reach down and unzip myself, tilting my hips so he has full access. Then I go back to sucking on his neck, tasting the slight saltiness of his skin as he slides a hand down my front.
When he wraps a hand around me, I pull my lips off him lest I accidentally bite his neck. I shift my body so I’m not sitting right on his crotch, and he unzips himself for me. I don’t hesitate to grab his cock.
We get each other off just like we did on Friday, with hands slick with spit and pre-cum. Except this time, we’re almost completely horizontal rather than sitting up, and we kiss as we do it, so instead of moaning into the air of the storeroom, we moan into each other’s mouths.
After we’re finished, I flop onto the carpet, bones feeling like liquid.
R adjusts his clothes. “Are... are you gonna go now?”
“No. I’m sure I look like a wreck.” I pause. “Why, do you want me to?”
“No.” He sounds relieved. “I want to talk. I like talking.”
I smile and lean against a wall. He’s across from me, and our shoes are touching. To be honest, it is a bit awkward making outwith your shoes still on. It would be nice if, one day, we could get totally naked.
“We talk in our letters,” I say.
“It’s not the same. I want to speak in real time. Hear you reply immediately.” He pauses. “What did you do on the weekend?”
