It never got old.
James bit at Evan's lower lip, and Evan couldn't stop himself from smiling against his mouth. Their teeth clicked together as Evan returned the favor, and his grip in James' hair turned punishing as his free hand slid down James' bare torso.
"Ev..." James mumbled, breaking the kiss and gasping softly.
Evan clicked his tongue, his grip tight in James’ hair as his free hand finally reached his cock, hard and straining in his pants. "Shh. Be good for me, and I'll let you come, hmm?"
Jameswhimpered, and Evan chuckled, knowing the sound got to James like nothing else. He wrapped his hand around James' cock and gave it a firm stroke, shaking his head as if disappointed as he mocked softly, "So hard for me already?"
James nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as the remaining tension drained from his shoulders. "Please..."
Evan's cock, already hard enough to ache, throbbed at the soft desperation in James' voice. He pressed his lips to James' ear as he stroked his cock slowly, teasing his thumb over the head through James' pants. "It's okay. Let go for me. I'll take care of you, James. You know you can trust me."
It was the most difficult part of their relationship, the trust. James didn't trust anyone, and it had taken years after they met before he had finally let Evan in, just a little. Even longer before he trusted him likethis. Vulnerable and needy.
James nodded, a soft moan rumbling in his chest as his hips jerked against Evan's hand. Evan pressed a kiss to James' jaw before dragging his teeth over his skin, relishing the shudder the other man gave him. "Take your cock out for me," he said softly. He squeezed again before letting James go, and James closed his eyes as he obeyed, his hands shaking slightly.
His cock was hard and swollen and weeping when he finally pulled it out, and Evan smirked down at him as he wrapped his hand around James' throbbing shaft. "Good boy."
James nodded, not saying anything as his head dropped again, and his hips jerked into Evan's touch as he slowly stroked him. Precome beaded at the tip, and Evan dragged his thumb through the sticky fluid before pulling James up for another kiss.
This kiss was aggressive, hard and almost violent. James gasped and returned the kiss in favor, nipping hard enough at Evan's bottom lip that he tasted copper as he started stroking faster. James was wound tight, so fucking tight after a night with the man he hated most in the world...
If Evan could help him, even a little bit...
"You like that?" Evan bit at James' neck, hard enough that his teeth left impressions in the skin when he pulled away. The strangled moan that James let out made Evan's cock pulse, and he didn't stop James when his hand flashed out to press hard against the outline of Evan’s erection.
"You know I do," James gritted out. His gray eyes were angry and hazy and so fucking desperate when he opened them again, and his hand stroking slowly along Evan's cock was nearly enough to break the iron bonds of his self-control. "Ev...you're so fucking hard...I want..."
Evan pulled on James' hair again, just hard enough to get his attention as he growled, "This isn't about what you want, pet. This is about what you need. Let me give you what you fucking need."
James continued stroking Evan's cock, slowly, but he nodded with another pathetic whimper as his cock twitched in Evan's hand. Evan didn't like resorting to such degrading language, not with James, but sometimes...sometimes he needed it. And his cockreallyliked it, even if they both acknowledged that it was a rare need.
"Please, Ev...please..." James' voice broke, and he moaned as his cock hardened further with each punishing stroke of Evan's hand. His hips started to cant in time, thrusting to meet Evan'sstrokes, and Evan clicked his tongue softly, leaning to press his lips against James' ear again.
"That's right. Just give in to me. Let me take all those nasty thoughts out of your head, pet. Just focus on me and your desperate, slutty cock. You want to come, don't you? You want to come all over my fist right here on the floor because you can't fucking control yourself..."
James groaned at the filthy language, his cock leaking copiously over Evan's hand. "Please, yes, please..." he chanted softly under his breath. His eyes were half-lidded and his hand had stopped moving on Evan's cock, and Evan knew that he was about three seconds from losing control...
So he released James cock just as it twitched violently in his hand, pressing a soft kiss to James cheek as he let out a low, broken moan. Evan watched carefully, satisfied when his cock didn't jerk and spill his load even absent of Evan's touch, and James' eyes were heated and wanting when he fully opened them again.
"Evan..." he growled.
Evan chuckled, gripping James' hair tightly again and yanking his head back. His cock throbbed with the power he felt, and James' soft moan only made it worse. "It's just a little edge, pet. You've endured worse for me. Now let me take you upstairs and if you're good, I'll let you decide if I’m coming in your mouth or ass tonight. Sound good?"
Another soft moan and a vigorous nod was Evan's only response, and he smiled. At least for the moment, James' mind was far away from the events that had upset him so badly in the first place. And he intended to keep it that way.
"Good. Now move.”
Chapter four
Camelia
Ridgeview was one of those old East Coast schools that felt like it was half a heartbeat away from crumbling and becoming a historical landmark at all times. The buildings were all stunning red brick covered in ivy, with white pillars that were far too bright for constantly facing the elements.
It was different than Camelia's university from before; Harrison University was all modern lines and clean technology, with each class feeling like it was imparting the wisdom of tomorrow with the sterility of an operating room.
Ridgeview felt different. Historical and touching, and like there were secrets in every brick. Camelia shuddered a little with excitement as she made her way towards the on-campus dorms, looking this way and that and admiring the late-summer foliage of the trees that lined the walkways. Flowers were still in full bloom and the trees were all fully fleshed and trimmed, but Camelia could already tell that the campus was going to bestunning when the trees started to turn and the first bite of fall lingered in the air.
