"Gavin..." His head falls back against my chest.
He smells different from what I expected. He’s clean and sharp, not flowery or sweet. Just... him. Male. It makes my brain short-circuit in the best way.
My hands span his waist, fuck, he's small; I could probably wrap my hands almost all the way around, and I pull him impossibly closer. He responds by grinding harder, one hand reaching back to grip my thigh, keeping me right where he wants me.
"You're gonna kill me," I tell his ear, letting my teeth graze the shell of it.
He shivers again, another one of those full-body things. "Good."
Over his shoulder, I catch Max watching us with a knowing smile. He elbows Leo, who looks over and gives me a thumbs up. Even Luca's grinning and nodding his approval.
These fuckers. They're all watching their friend finally get some and living for it.
Seb must notice too because he tries to pull away, embarrassed, but fuck that. I keep him pressed against me, lean down so only he can hear.
"Let them watch," I growl. "Let them see you're mine."
The noise he makes at that? Yeah, definitely filing that away for later.
"Possessive already?" He tries for sarcastic, but his voice cracks.
"Problem with that, Doc?"
Instead of answering, he grinds back harder, and I have to bite back a groan. This is definitely, absolutely, extremely gay. And I'm so fucking into it I can't breathe.
"No problem," he finally says, breathless. "None at all."
Chapter 14
Grey Sweatpants Season
Sebastian
Six freaking days since the club, and my brain won't stop replaying every second. The way Gavin's hands felt on my hips. How he growled "you're mine" in my ear like he had any right to claim me. The heat of him pressed against my back, moving to the music like we'd done it a thousand times before.
And now he wants to meet up for tutoring, and I'm standing in my room having a complete meltdown over what shirt to wear.Pathetic.
"Stop overthinking," Leo says from my doorway. "Just put on the TARDIS shirt and let's go."
"I'm not overthinking." I pull on my Doctor Who tee, the soft one that's been washed a million times. "I'm being realistic. Straight guys experiment in college all the time."
"Babe." Max appears behind Leo, already dressed in his Gremlins shirt. "That man was ready to fuck you on the dance floor. In public. While we watched."
My face goes hot. "That doesn't mean?—"
"He literally didn't look at anyone else all night," Max continues. "Trust me, I was watching. Every guy who tried to get his attention? Nothing. But you breathe, and he's staring."
"Maybe he's just?—"
"If you say 'experimenting' one more time, I'm gonna scream," JP calls from down the hall. "Now hurry up, we're gonna be late!"
Wait. "We?"
Leo grins. "You think we're missing this? Your first real date with the golden retriever? Please."
"It's not a date! It's tutoring!"
"Sure, Sebby." Max pats my shoulder. "That's why you changed shirts three times."
