“Didn’t you fuckTalia,” said Peter as we all headed out of the locker room to harness up for the wall, still apparently stuck on a conversation that I hadn’t been following, since it wasn’t relevant to my interests. Which, just to be clear, were one hundred percent Noah. “The blonde?” Peter went on. “I thought you two hooked up at New Year’s.”
I shrugged, not really sure.
“Seriously?” Peter asked. “She was hot.”
“Yeah?” I frowned, trying to remember. I mean, if she’d been hot, then probably yes? “What’s she look like?”
“I told you, blonde.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. Sorry, but no. I’d fucked a lot of blondes. Kinda preferred darker hair, if I was being honest, even if it never looked as good on chicks as it did on Noah. Still, Peter was gonna have to give me more to go on if he wanted an answer here.
“You know,Talia,” he said insistently, like he suddenly had a hard-on for her himself. “Small tits? Nice ass?”
“Oh,” I said, a faint memory finally sparking. I’d always liked tits to be on the smaller side. And being able to fit the entire thing in one hand? Own it completely?Fuckyeah. That shit totally worked for me. Kinda like the way I’d been able to fit Noah’s entire cock in my hand this morning when he’d—
“She’s the one we were just talking about,” Peter said, cutting into that hot little memory just in time.
“The one banging the English professor?” I asked as I reached down to adjust myself. I might have had a tendency to be a bit of a dick, but no need to embarrass the guys by having my anaconda rear its head in public and put all their junk to shame.
Peter smirked, like he mistakenly thought my cock was reacting to our current conversation or some shit. Nope. Pretty sure I did remember this Talia chick now, though. We’d met at some party in the dorms a while back, but…
“Nah, we didn’t fuck,” I told him.
Peter rolled his eyes like he didn’t believe me, and guess I couldn’t blame him. I mean, thatwasusually how it went down for me… but if I remembered correctly, I’d let that Talia chick suck me off and, once I’d shot my load, had had zero interest in pursuing anything more. She hadn’t been too happy about that, but whatever. Her oral skills had been less than memorable, and I’d still gotten her off. Besides, since there were 22,478 chicks on campus according to the student body directory, no need for me to worry about staying on the good side of any one in particular. In fact, it was best not to, in my experience, since so many of them were so fucking high maintenance, always whining about time I spent with Noah and trying to butt in on activities my boy and I generally did together.
I grinned, one of those cartoon light bulbs going off over my head as a genius thought suddenly occurred to me. With this new master-slave development Noah and I had going on now, pretty sure I’d be able to get all my cock’s needs met and then some, all while skipping out on having to deal with girls and their complicated, clingy bullshit altogether. In fact, now that I knew how hot it was to see Noah in that collar begging to be told what to do—not to mention the way it had felt to put that look of adoring gratitude on his face this morning when I’d taken charge like he’d needed—I had exactly zero interest in sticking my cock anywhere else, so cutting chicks out completely was going to be fuckingperfect.
But then I frowned, turning away from the rest of the guys and tuning out their trash talk as I slipped into a climbing harness and automatically started working the buckles, wondering if I was getting ahead of myself.
On the one hand, even if I hadn’t seen it coming, adding in this unexpectedly hot new development to our friendship felt like it fit me and Noah to a T. And, still on that same hand, there was no way in hell I planned on ever letting Noah take off that collar when it just so fuckingworkedto be able to take care of him that way. And if I had him collared like that anyway, if he was gonna beg me to take charge and then look all blissed-out the moment I did, then having that come with a daily dose or three of getting each other off just made sense, you know?
But, finally getting around to that other hand, guess whateverNoahwanted had to be taken into consideration, too. I mean, sure, he’d pretty fucking obviously been panting for cock last night—and I for damn sure didn’t want him touching any cock other than mine, not fucking ever, now that I knew—but some guys liked both, from what I’d heard. And just becauseIwas down with giving up chicks for dicks, did that necessarily mean Noah would be?
Last night, I would’ve put money on the answer to that being a loud and proud “hell to the yes,” based on the way he’d gotten all horned up and submissive once he was covered in my cum, but then, this morning, he’d gotten all weirdly freaked out over “looking gay” and kinda thrown me for a loop.
“Your dick piss you off or something?” someone asked, knocking into me.
“What?” I snapped, jerking my head up to see Peter grinning at me.
He pointed at my crotch. “You’re glaring at it.”
“It’s called tightening the harness, asshole,” I said, yanking on the final strap and then adjusting my junk. “And quit staring at my cock, bro. It’s already spoken for.”
Peter held up his hands and immediately started backing away. “Trust me, I havenointerest in what you’ve got.”
Jesus, what was with all these people suddenly uptight about liking dick? Not that I had any reason to think Peter did, I’d just been automatically giving him shit, but just sayin’, did he really have to make such a big production of making sure it wasn’t his thing? Like, seriously, did it even fucking matter what got someone off as long as everyone involved was down with it? Pretty sure the correct answer was no it did not, thank you very much… but sinceNoahmattered, and he’d definitely looked like he might be sick for a second this morning when he’d been all worked up, thinking that fucking scarf would make him look gay or whatever, maybe… fuck. Maybe I was wrong about that?
I rolled my shoulders back and stared up at the wall, ignoring the rest of the guys while I tried to think it through. See it from Noah’s perspective. Figure out what the fuck he was so freaked about when he’d never struck me as the type to give a shit about how anyone else got their rocks off.
I mean, okay, I got that it could be weird to realize that maybe you weren’t exactly who you always thought you were. Take me, for example. Banging hot chicks was what Idid. You know, in my spare time when I wasn’t hanging out with Noah or studying or here at the gym or whatever. But even if being a horndog like that had been part of my identity up until now, as far as I was concerned, swearing off the opposite sex when I got Noah instead was a no-fucking-brainer.
I scrubbed a hand over my face, hiding the shit-eating grin that had suddenly sprung up without my permission. Because Noah, motherfuckingglowinglike he had every time I’d called him my slave? The way it had felt so damn natural and perfect and right to take charge of him like I’d done last night and this morning, like somehow it was what we’d always been meant for and I just hadn’t seen it before now?
Nah, there was no way in hell that was ever gonna be wrong… and if he kept on being weirded out by us suddenly turning gay, well, guess that just meant it was my job as his master to keep reminding him how fucking perfect it was until he got the fuck over that weirdness and finally accepted that this was the new us now.
Joe and this other dude, Kevin, wandered over from where they’d been flirting with a couple girls at the yoga mats, and Joe tossed a sweat towel at my face. “Quit daydreaming, Gage,” he said. “Talia’s already moved on.”
“Who?” I asked, swatting the towel away. Oh, right. Talia. The mediocre-blowjob blonde who’d snagged a professor. I rolled my eyes. “Bro, trust, me, I give zero shits about who that chick is banging now.”
