Gavin flips off the closed door, and I dissolve into helpless giggles against the desk. Before I can catch my breath, he pulls out just long enough to flip me over, back against the wood, legs in the air, and uses my thighs to yank me to the edge.
He hooks my legs over his shoulders, grips them hard, and uses the leverage to bury himself so deep I gasp. He's so fucking deep I see stars.
"Wanna see you," he mutters.
His hands are everywhere: my hips, my shoulders, pulling me hard against him with every thrust. His lips are pressing hot kisses to my collarbone, my neck, the curve of my jaw.
Gavin comes first, hips stuttering, then me, half a second later, because the sounds he makes are fucking obscene. His legs are shaking so hard I'm amazed he's still upright.
Well. Upright-ish. Desk-supported.
He mutters "fuck, Doc," into my shoulder. "So much for being quiet."
After, we stay tangled together. I'm lying across the desk, definitely not ergonomic, definitely don't care, with Gavin between my thighs, his head resting on my chest, my legs stillhooked over his arms. We're sweaty and sticky and breathing hard, and I've never been happier in my entire life.
"Ti amo," I murmur into his hair.
"Love you too, Doc." He presses a kiss to my sternum. "So much."
"We should probably go back."
"Probably."
Neither of us moves.
"They're going to be insufferable," I say.
"They're already insufferable."
"Fair point."
Gavin lifts his head, and his smile makes my heart stutter. "Ready to face them?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really."
"Then let's go."
We emerge rumpled, flushed, and absolutely fooling no one.
The whistles start immediately.
"There they are!"
"Study room's gonna need to be sanitized again!"
"Get it, G!"
Tyler tosses something at Gavin, who catches it reflexively. It's a condom. "Going-away present!"
"Little late for that," Gavin says cheerfully.
James looks up from his laptop, expression darkening. "The study room? Again?" His glare shifts to Tyler and Ethan. "This is your fault. You started this."
Tyler holds up his hands innocently. Ethan doesn't even bother pretending, just grins.
I should be embarrassed. I should be mortified. But Gavin's arm is around my waist, and my friends are here, and in two days we're starting a new adventure together.
