It had been hours since Ryan had been in my room. Hours since we’d made out on this very bed. And if my skin still wasn’t on fire everywhere he’d touched me, I wouldn’t have believed it happened at all. Staring up at my ceiling, the entire afternoon played through my head over and over again. I had no clue what would happen tomorrow when we saw each other in school, or what would comeof our future, if we even had one, but I knew that I wouldn’t change a damn thing about what we did today.
By this point, I had everything memorized. The small scar cutting through his left eyebrow. The soft curve in the bow of his upper lip. The full tenderness of his lower one. The shimmering sparkle in his eyes when he looked in mine.
The impossible hardness of his cock pressing against mybody.
Even through our clothes, it was as if I could feel every plane and curve of his muscles, every ridge and bulge of his length.
His scent was still on my clothes, lingering on my bed, sinking into my pillow.
And if I closed my eyes, I could almost feel him next to me, the warm remnants of his shadow taking up residence on my bed. Before I could register my movements, my hand was alreadydown the front of my boxers, moving in desperate need over my hardened cock.
Fucking my own hand was no comparison to the light touches of Ryan’s body against mine from this afternoon, but for now it would have to do. Because I knew there would come a time, when my handwouldbe on his body.
That thought, of driving into his hot and ready body, drove me over the edge. White-hot pulses of electricityskittered across every inch of my skin, gathering my balls up close to my skin. As the lashes of my orgasm cascaded over my chest, Ryan’s named settled on my lips as if it had always meant to exist there.
Eventually, my breathing returned to normal and the blood ceased to rush in my ears. Luckily, my hearing had returned just in time to catch thepingof my phone.
Looking at the screen, my heartleapt back into my throat. Ryan’s name flashed across the screen and I wondered if he knew what I’d just been doing.
“Idiot,” I spoke to myself as I slid my thumb over the icon to open the text.
Ryan:Hey
That was it. A single word. At eleven thirty at night after I’d just jerked off to the image of his hot, willing body, and for whatever reason, I found myself stumbling for what to say.
Me:Hey. What’s up?
Ryan:Nothing really.
His response was immediate. And cryptic as fuck. But I’d be lying if I said sitting in bed, staring at my phone, talking to Ryan didn’t make my heart beat like wild and my stomach twist in the most perfect way.
Me:Cool.
My God. I didn’t realize it was possible to be this much of a dork. Laughing at myself, I decided to bite the bulletand simply be honest. I figured I owed him at least that much.
Me:I’m still thinking about this afternoon.
My heart raced as I pressed Send, but I promised myself I would own my feelings where this was all concerned.
Those three dots, bouncing back and forth, back and forth, taunted me. It felt like an eternity waiting for his response, but when it flashed across my screen, I felt likeI could breathe again.
Ryan:Me too. I can’t get it out of my head.
Me:In a good way?
Ryan:Um, yeah. You?
Relief flooded my system because even though everything about what we’d done felt perfect in so many ways, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Ryan would be flighty about it.
Me:Why don’t you come over again and I can show you.
I thought about adding a winking emoji, butfigured that was cheesy somehow.
Ryan:What if I told you I was already halfway to your house?
There was no need to stop and think about the correct response, to think about what I should or shouldn’t say, about what he’d expect from me, because the reality was that I wanted him here with me right now.
Me:I’d tell you the basement door is unlocked and that I’m sitting here waitingfor you.
