“Th-th-thank you,” he whispered, his cock pulsing so hard within the circle of my finger and thumb that I almost thought he was going to go off despite the restraint. “Um, now?” His breath started coming faster, voice escalating. “Can I… ? Will you… will you let me? I need… need… oh God,please, Tyson! Please say I can!”
Oh, fuck. Those big eyes and all that submissive desperation… I was fucking gone for him, wasn’t I?
“Yeah, baby,” I said hoarsely, loosening my hold just enough to slide the ring of my fingers up his cock… then back down… then up again… and— “Be good and come for me.”
The moment the words left my mouth, his back bowed off the bed and his mouth fell open and his cock went off like a fucking cannon, pumping out thick white ropes that painted his gorgeous little body and splattered over his skin like art.
I stroked him right through it, milking more and more andmoreout of him like a fucking addict. Watching him felt like getting off myself, and I was so damn enraptured with the way he’d come apart for me that at first I didn’t even notice—I shit you not, did not have aclue—that I actually had.
Yep, you heard right. My own cock had gone off, too, completely hands-free. I’d filled my pants just like I really was still in middle school and I didn’t even care, not once Sean finally started coming down from the high and opened his eyes, looking up at me like I was God’s gift and giving me one of those angelic smiles of his that I’d walk through fire for.
“Was that… was that okay?” he asked, all glowy and gorgeous and shit.
“Yeah, baby,” I said, wrapping him up in my arms where he belonged, cum and all. “That was perfect.”
Hewas perfect.
And I should really be more freaked out about how completely the alien mind-control ray had taken me over, shouldn’t I? But fuck that. I’d never spent so much time with a guy I wanted to fuck without actually fucking him before, but here I’d spent the whole damn school year telling myself I couldn’t have Sean while the entire time, all that unrelenting sweetness of his had been worming its way under my skin and wrapping tight around my heart. And now that my cock was finally getting in on the action? Yeah, no. There was no way I was gonna get scared off or let him go, not for anything and no matter what you wanted to call it.
Even the B-word.
Even if I’d crossed the line into R-word territory.
Even if all these feelings and whatnot really were part of an alien conspiracy.
None of that mattered, not as long as I got to call Sean mine.
8
Tyson
“Dude,could we not have done this on the treadmill at the gym?” Brian whined like a little bitch, tugging his sweat-soaked shirt off as we got back to the dorms after our run. “It’s fucking May already. Too fucking hot to be running outdoors unless we do it at the ass-crack of dawn.”
“The ass-crack of dawn is reserved for lifting,” I reminded him, pulling my own shirt off over my head because I was drenched, too. Brian was right about it being too damn hot. Thanks a lot, climate change. For real, though, the last couple of miles had sucked balls. “You know if we don’t keep up with cardio, it’s gonna be an issue when summer practices start up,” I reminded him. Then, having mercy because I was generous like that and he lived off-campus, “Come on up and get some Gatorade.”
“You going home when school’s out?” Brian asked, following me up.
We’d have maybe a month or so after classes officially ended before we had to report back for summer football practice to gear up for the next season. Given that my mom lived a few states away and had her own shit to deal with, though, I hadn’t been planning on it. “Nah,” I said. “Figured I’d just couch surf until I get another dorm assignment.”
I frowned, slinging my t-shirt over my shoulder to get the door open. It was true, but also true was that I hadn’t really been thinking that far ahead lately, too caught up in my Sean-obsession to worry about that shit. And not that “worry about” was appropriate, because I knew for sure I wouldn’t have any trouble finding a place to crash, but now that Brian’s question was focusing my attention on the issue, I realized that there was a flaw in my plan: it didn’t include Sean.
What was he planning on doing for the summer? And how the fuck did I not know the answer to that?
“Did you even hear me, Tyson?” Brian asked, flicking me with his nasty t-shirt as I beelined for the kitchen.
“Jesus,” I snapped, jumping back. “Gross, bro.”
He laughed. “Don’t blame me. You were the one who zoned the fuck out. So are you interested or not?”
“In?”
He snorted, shaking his head. “The house.”
I pulled the fridge open, grabbing two bottles of Gatorade and grinning a little at how well stocked it was. Sean was always on top of that shit, and he’d memorized my preferences within the first week we’d lived together.
Brian was right, though. I’d totally missed whatever he’d said about a house. I had no idea what he was talking about. I tossed him one of the bottles, leaving the fridge door open for a moment of blessed relief, and said so.
Brian rolled his eyes. “Isaida couple of the guys have made other living arrangements. So why don’t you take one of the rooms? Doesn’t cost any more than the dorms if we fill all the rooms, and doesn’t your full ride here include housing?”
