He’s walking by himself, lost in a book as usual, and I take a moment to watch him. As I expected, he’s completely oblivious to other people checking him out, guys and girls, probably so used to needing to hide who he is, he’s never had the space to even think about entertaining the idea of people flirting with him. Logically I know I should give him that space, especially when I can’t offer him a relationship, but my cock doesn’t listen to logic, and I want to see him come again.
I fall into step with him and nudge him gently on the shoulder. I lean in slightly and keep my voice low, so no one hears, “You look so sexy when you’re reading.”
“Stephen!” He moves away from me in shock and looks around, but his expression quickly morphs into a smile. “You can’t sneak up on me like that, or say stuff like that. What if someone hears?”
“I checked no one was around, don’t worry,” I smirk. “You heading back to the dorm? I need your help with something.”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” he says, and I realize he has no idea what I mean, which just makes my heart squeeze a little bit. He’s so fucking cute it’s going to kill me.
We walk back to our room together, and he tells me about his last class and the anecdote his teacher shared. Honestly, I just love listening to him talk. When he’s not feeling anxious and rambling, his passion comes through and he gets so excited, I feel like anyone would listen to him talk about anything when he’s like that.
As soon as we’re through the door, he throws his bag on his bed and turns to me.
“What did you need my help with?”
I step into him and take his face in my hands, drawing him in for a kiss, gentle and exploring. After pausing for a moment, I lean back and look at him seriously.
“You caused me some issues today."
“I did?” he asks, instantly looking worried. “What happened?”
I move my hands to his hips and pull him against me. “I just had to sit through my business class with a raging hard on because all I could think about was you stroking your cock and making those infuriatingly sexy sounds.”
His mouth falls open. “Oh…”
“Oh? Is that all you have to say for yourself?”
“I… uh… I’m sorry?”
“I’m only teasing, Donovan, you don’t have to apologize. But I did have to sit through class with a boner because I can’t stop thinking about last night.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t really sorry, I like that you were hard when you thought about me.”
I pull his hips, grinding into him. “Past tense? Baby, I’m still fucking hard.”
He whimpers, actually whimpers, and fuck is it one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
“Maybe we should do something about that?” he asks nervously.
“Why do you think I said I needed your help?”
“I want to…” he says, “I really want to… but I’m not sure I’m ready.”
“I’m not asking for anything extra, what we did last night was incredible. I just wanna look at you.”
“Okay, I liked what we did last night,” he says, “but…”
He trails off and I worry I’ve pushed him too far, too soon.
“Donovan, it’s okay to say no to me. Just because I’m initiating, it doesn’t mean that anything has to happen.”
“No, I want this, I was just trying to say that I liked it, but… um… maybe this time, we could be on the same bed?”
“Oh, that’s not too much?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “I want to be closer to you.”
“How close?”
