“Good night, Donovan,” he says, his voice muffled where he’s still buried in my neck.
“Good night.”
Chapter 10
Donovan
We’vesharedabedand fallen asleep together every night this week. For years I’ve been dreaming about what it would be like to have a boyfriend of my own to experience this, not that we’ve labeled it yet, and that’s okay. But he feels like a boyfriend, and that’s how I think of him in my mind.
When we’re in the privacy of our dorm, we hold hands and cuddle while we watch films. We kiss and make out, sometimes touch each other too, everything we do feels amazing. The voice in my head telling me I’m inexperienced is slowly fading, my confidence growing every day.
People are getting used to seeing us around campus together too, as friends though, I guess. I’m assuming people think he’s taken me under his wing because I’m the new guy and I don’t know anyone else, but that’s okay, I know the truth, and when we’re alone, he never makes me feel like I’m just a friend.
“Morning, baby,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck from behind.
Being little spoon is the best feeling in the world; I love falling asleep and waking up wrapped in his arms. It’s Saturdaymorning and we’ve both got a rare day off, no training for him, no classes for me. I’ve been awake for a while, but having a lazy morning with my boyfriend was a bucket list item and now I can tick it off.
“Morning, I like waking up with you like this,” I say.
“Me too.” He grinds his hard dick into me, and I love the way it feels through my boxers.
“Someone’s definitely woken up in a good mood,” I chuckle.
“I’ve got a gorgeous man in my arms, and a completely free day to spend with him,” he says. “How could I not be in the best mood?”
I laugh, loving that we’re on the same page.
“You want to spend the whole day with me? Whatever will we do?” I ask, pushing my ass back into him.
My flirting skills have definitely been getting better as my confidence grows, much to Stephen’s annoyance. He says I already turn him on too much and drive him crazy, without being flirtatious on top of it all; I’m not sorry. He growls and buries his face in my neck again, gently biting the point where my neck meets my shoulder.
“What have I told you about flirting with me when you’re practically naked in my arms?”
“Not to do it,” I say, putting on an innocent voice and biting my lip so I don’t giggle.
He runs his hand down my chest and stomach to my boxers, toying with the waistband before reaching his hand in and grabbing my dick, which is most definitely hard and ready for his attention.
“Fuck, baby. Is this all for me?”
“You know it is.”
“I had so many plans for today, and now you’ve gone and distracted me,” he chuckles.
“Plans? What plans?”
He rolls me onto my back and climbs on top of me, nestling between my legs and kissing along my collar bones.
“Doesn’t matter anymore. Now I need to feel you.”
“Please, tell me,” I chuckle as he tickles my throat, knowing all the spots that make me laugh.
He lifts up onto his arms, the biggest grin on his face. “I was going to suggest taking you on a date.”
My heart flutters. “A date?”
“Mm-hmm,” he smirks.
“You mean, out in public?”
