I choke on nothing. "A what?"
"A dickergency. As in, I need dick immediately." He says it like he's ordering coffee, and my cock immediately perks up with interest. "Specifically, your dick. There's no substitute. I checked."
Heat floods through me, settling low in my gut. "Is that so?"
"Yep. Very urgent situation. Medical emergency, really. Life or death."
"Sounds serious."
"Extremely serious. And I need home delivery, too."
I'm already moving toward my bedroom, phone pressed to my ear, my gym clothes suddenly too restrictive. "What about your roommate?"
"Gone for Christmas. Room's empty. So again, I ask:why are you still not moving?"
"I'm moving. I'm—" I'm yanking a clean shirt over my head, nearly dropping my phone in the process. "I'm already changing."
"Excellent. Current ETA?"
"Fifteen minutes."
"Make it ten."
"Devon—"
"Did I stutter? Tick tock, hockey boy."
The call ends and I'm left standing in my bedroom, half-dressed, cock already responding, and absolutely no blood left in my brain.
I'm not even finished changing when my phone buzzes again. I open the text and—
Jesus Christ.
It's Devon's cock, hard and flushed, his hand wrapped around the base, because that's who I'm dealing with.
Me:Jesus, I'm coming!
His reply is immediate.
Devon:Bet??
I finish getting dressed in record time, grab my keys, my wallet, my phone, and I'm out the door.
***
THE DRIVE TO campus is a hazard. Not just because I'm hard and horny and cataloging all the things I want to do to Devon the second I get there, but also because it's snowing. Hard. The kind of snow that makes driving actually dangerous, thick flakes coming down so fast the wipers can barely keep up.
I should probably slow down. Be responsible.
Instead, I'm going fifteen over the limit, white-knuckling the steering wheel, and praying to every deity I can think of that I don't crash into anything.
I make it to campus in twelve minutes and pull into the visitor parking lot, which is mostly empty because apparently everyone else has better survival instincts than me.
Devon's waiting at the entrance to his building, and even from here I can see him shivering, arms wrapped around himself, doing this little bounce thing like he's trying to generate heat through kinetic energy alone.
He's not wearing a coat. Just a hoodie. In a snowstorm.
I jog over, snow crunching under my feet, and fight the overwhelming urge to kiss him hello right here, in public, where anyone could see.
