I slung my arms around his neck, kinda feeling likeIwas in charge all of a sudden. “I’mtotallyin love with you, in case you were wondering. Like, Isuperlove you. I love you more than… than chocolate.”
“Jesus, Noah,” Gage said, ducking his head but definitely still smiling. “Just laying it out there, huh?”
Gage was blushing. Full-on, cheeks pink, skin hot,blushing.
I grinned even harder, practically bouncing until he wrapped those big arms of his all the way around me, squeezing me so tight I couldn’t move at all. Then he buried his face against my neck, mumbling something against my throat that I couldn’t quite hear.
I was pretty sure I knew what it was, though.
But then, because even parents that aren’t the worst (like his), reallyarethe worst, my mom showed up—a little out of breath and looking all kinds of flustered—and interrupted us before I could get him to tell me he loved me properly.
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Gage
It wasNoah’s fault that I’d had to gag him… but not gonna lie, it was hot as fuck to have three fingers deep in his ass with those big eyes of his locked onto me, desperate and needy and begging, all while one of my old high school football jerseys was stuffed in his mouth.
I hadn’t even known he had that jersey. Actually, if memory served, it was one I’d thought I’d lost back in junior year.
I stopped tagging his prostate for a second, suddenly connecting the dots.
“Babe, did you steal that jersey from me back in the day so you could jerk off with it?”
I mean, ithadbeen buried at the back of a drawer here in his childhood bedroom, hidden behind all his old tighty whities...
Noah’s glazed eyes cleared a little, going wide and then darting around like he was looking for a way out, but nope. I’d used a couple of twisted-up pillow cases to tie his wrists to the head of his bed, so it wasn’t exactly like he could dodge the question.
I twisted my fingers, rubbing against his prostate to remind him who was in charge here, and he bucked against my hand, whimpering behind the gag.
“What did you used to do with it, Noe?” I asked. My own cock, already hard as steel, started to spit and dribble a little as I pictured possible scenarios. “Wrap my jersey around your fist and use it to stroke your pretty little cock? Rub your balls on all that silky material and wish you could do it while I was still wearing it? Wad it up so you could fuck your dick into the folds until you came, thinking of me?”
He moaned, his dick jerking against his stomach, and started shaking his head frantically. The way his sex-flushed skin turned a deeper shade of red, though?
I grinned.
He was totally lying.
And shit, if I’d known he had a thing for me back then, I could have been fucking him foryears. Spent my whole damn high school career making him pant and moan and beg for it like he did so damn well.
“You were holding out on me,” I said lifting one of his legs up onto my shoulder for better access so I could pound his ass even harder with my fingers. And Jesus fuck, all that muffled whining as he thrashed around on the bed? He was goddamngorgeouslike this. “Pretty sure that means you’ve earned a spanking,” I promised, which swear to fuck, almost made him come right then and there, from the looks of it.
Definitely made him louder, even behind the gag.
I grinned. Fuck, he was perfect. But still—
“Quiet, babe,” I said, thinking of his parentals.
Wait, fuck. No. Delete and fucking wipe the hard drive. I was most definitelynotthinking of them right now. Hard pass, thank you very much. I mean, I was always down for getting a little kinky with my boy, but there were limits, you know?
Speaking of which, I guess spanking him would have to wait until we got back to campus. I mean, the whole reason I’d had to gag him in the first place was because the walls here were hella thin and my boy tended to get too damn noisy. Which was sexy as fuck, for the record, and I totally got off on how it was the one thing he couldn’t seem to hold back with, even when I told him to… like now, when he was trying to be good for me but still couldn’t quite stifle himself.
Again, thank fuck for the jersey. But my hand cracking into his bare ass? There was no way to mufflethatsound. And true, the walls back in our dorm were pretty fucking thin, too, but that was different.
With his parentals just down the hall and me going against my nature to try and stay in their good graces after they’d surprised the fuck out of us both by actually pulling their heads out of their asses—at least, afewinches out, enough to admit they’d fucked up with my boy and beg us to stay the night so we could talk about Phase Two again tomorrow—I was gonna guess that forcing them to sit through the sound of their son humping my thighs as I spanked his ass cherry red, getting him all worked up like he got, begging Daddy for more while hisactualdad was listening in, was—
Shit, it was hot as motherfuckingfuck,was what it was. But also, yeah. Probably not something that would help the cause with his parentals.
Fine, then. Spanking him would wait. Making him give up a load for me before I got my cock inside him, though? That was something we both needed. Him, because even after all these months, he was still making up for all those wasted years of virginity. My boy had a fucking hair trigger and was always good for multiple rounds. And me, because…
