Before he can place his headphones over his head and doom scroll, I ask, “Do you care if I call someone real quick?”
He smirks at me like he just caught me admitting something. “That’s fine. Who’re you calling? Kennedy?”
My neck heats up unexpectedly, I guess he did catch me. “Yeah. We, uh, we take our astronomy quizzes together.”
He agrees, but not before shooting me several self satisfied glances and a pointed look at my chest. He dons his headphones and gets under the duvet, turning the volume on his headphones up so loud that I can hear the sound of his show all the way from my bed.
With Liam cool about me calling Kennedy, I open up my phone. She answers on the first ring, her hello low and breathy, sending a pulse straight to my cock.
“Hang on, can I Facetime you? I want to see your hotel room,” she says into my ear. Fuck yeah. I pull the phone away from my face and tap the video call button. Her smile is the first thing I notice when she picks up the call, the second is that she’s wearing the hoodie I “accidentally” left at her apartment after we hooked up.
“You look comfortable,” I tease.
“Thank you, I just got this hoodie, actually,” she says playfully. “You like this brand right?”
“No, I’ve never heard of,” I pretend to read the logo of the hoodie, squinting my eyes, “Nike before.”
“That’s right, I forgot. You have old man eyes and knit your own sweaters.”
“Whoa, whoa, first of all,you’rethe only one who knits sweaters here.”
She scoffs, but I can see the curling of her lips she’s trying to suppress. “Rude–”
“–And second of all, if I did knit my own sweaters, that’d be bad ass and you’d be begging me for one.”
“I’dbe the one begging?”
“Mmhmm.”
“You’re stupid,” she says, but the way she says it feels like she’s sayingyou’re right, but I wouldn’t be the one begging,in a way that has nothing at all to do with sweaters.
Before I forget, I tap the button to turn the camera around and show her my hotel room from where I’m sitting in the bed. Liam throws a pillow at my head when I point the camera at him and flips me off before removing one ear from his headphones and letting out an apathetic, “Hey Kenny.” I flip the camera back on me, then I prop my phone up against the screen of the laptop I have resting over my thighs.
“You ready?”
I connect my headphones, feeling weirdly protective over anything Kennedy says, wishing Liam wasn’t able to hear any part of our previous conversation, then hit start on my quiz.
We take our quizzes together, helping each other with the questions, flipping and reading through our notes out loud. We both get a 100% meaning that next week’s midterm should be easy peasy. It’ll be online too and if we take it together in a study room, I don’t think I could get less than an A on it.
From the screen, I watch her as she turns off all the lights in her apartment, double checks that the doors are locked, and hops into her bed under her covers. She leaves the bathroomlight on, illuminating her apartment just enough that I can still see her face.
“I should probably let you get some sleep for your game tomorrow.”
“Yeah, probably.”
“Good luck tomorrow,” she whispers.
“Will you be watching me play?”
Pink creeps over her cheeks, and she looks down, the low light casting shadows over the high points of her face, “Yeah, I’ll be watching you.”
“Good, and then I want,” I remember with visceral clarity that I am, in fact, not alone and sharing a room with Liam. I glance in his direction and then back to the screen. “Good,” I say, swallowing up what I was originally going to say about how I want to watch her come for me again.
We hang up and I head into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and turning on the shower so I can work my aching dick in semi-peace. In the shower I stroke myself while thinking about Kennedy on top of me, how her hands felt wrapped around me, her soft moans, and her pert tits begging to be sucked and played with. This time, though, I imagine her moving her hips over my cock instead of my fingers. I think about how she’d work herself down my length, taking me slowly. In my fantasy, she doesn’t even take my whole dick before I come, pleasure zipping up my spine with a quickness and releasing across the shower tile.
I spend the rest of the night and most of the next day thinking about her and us in various settings. Some clothed, a lot not. She texts me a picture of her watching the live stream of the game during our warm ups and I feel…light? Nervous? Whatever the feeling is, it makes me want to whip my jersey off and flex in the camera like the fucking neanderthal I become around her.
I know I’m going to play well before the game even starts. Sometimes I can just feel it.
