“Yeah. I can’t believe Pollard waited until today to spring this on us and pair us up. Man,” he complained. “You’d think it was our only mid-term. And this is half our grade!”
I decided to take his mind off of it before he managed to upset himself enough not to enjoy our last night together before the mid-term madness began. I sat down next to him, kissing the side of his head. “So, tell me, what are you going to be doing over the break?”
I knew what I would be doing. I’d be flying back out to San Diego, spending an awkward as fuck Christmas and new year with the Montgomerys as they introduced me to the public as their son. They’d kept paparazzi mostly away from him all of this time, and I did resemble him enough to be his brother, so it shouldn’t raise too many suspicions if anyone had seen him before. They even had a cover story about corrective plastic surgery to explain the discrepancies away if noticed.
Shannon grimaced. “Mom is working, including Christmas Eve and Christmas day, at the resort she cleans for. My sister is spending it with my grandmother, but she only has a one-bedroom retirement apartment with a pullout sofa, and my sister will be sleeping on it. So, I told Mom not to worry. She told me I couldn’t just stay here, so I kinda told her about you, how you’re my boyfriend, and led her to believe you were taking me home with you.”
I sat still in shock. He’d done that? Wouldn’t she expect pictures? Oh, God, what if she told someone? The Montgomerys were socialites, and there’d be pictures of us as a family at the two galas that we would be attending. Plus the photo op they’d set up for me, Henry, and Rusty to dress as Santa elves and deliver gifts to kids at a children’s hospital, not to mention the thing where we were taking a busload each of military kids to Disney a few days after Christmas for two days of magic in their lives. He wouldn’t be in any of them.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t want her to feel bad about me staying here and I knew it would be better for us if I did because she’d not have to scrape up bus fare.” He was crying now.
“Bus fare? The Maryvale transit system only goes as far as Rosemont Mall on the edge of town,” I said. Then I felt really stupid. “Wait, you were going to go Greyhound? All the way across three states?”
“Four,” he corrected.
“Okay, four. That doesn’t make it any better. That’s even worse!”
“Well, poor people can’t afford plane tickets, especially this time of year and to places, other people go on vacation!”
“I know, bay. I’m sorry. Just the thought of you trapped on a bus for that long with whatever kind of weirdo might be there made me crazy.”
“Weirdos can get on planes, too,” he pointed out. “Not all of us have private jets, either.” He sniffed, wiping at his eyes as he caught his emotions back in check. “Let’s talk about something else,” he said. “This is depressing..”
I slid onto the floor in front of him. “I know something we can talk about,” I said huskily.
“Oh, yeah, what?”
“You can talk to me about how you like your cock sucked,” I said, reaching for the edge of the tracksuit bottoms he’d changed into after class. He raised his hips, his eyes darkening to a stormy blue, his lips parting as he registered what I was about to do. I tugged them down over his hips to his knees, pulling his briefs down along with them.
“Are you sure? We’ve never…”
“Mmmmhmm. I think I’ve waited long enough to taste you. Unless you don’t want me to?”
“Oh, yes. I mean, I want you to?” he said breathily. His cock hardened under my gaze.
I slipped both hands around it, pulling it towards my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, my eyes locked onto his.
“Oh, God, yes, like that,” he whimpered.
I did it again, then lowered myself so I sat on my heels. Then, I sucked the head into my mouth, my eyes still on his the entire time.
“Your mouth is so warm,” he moaned, his hands flying to my head, fisting my hair. I relished the sting as he pulled on the strands.
I flattened my tongue beneath it and began suckling it, moving my hands gently up and down his now completely swollen shaft. He whimpered, his hips giving a small jerk involuntarily. I pulled off, leaning in to smell the juncture of his hip as I took a deep breath. He smelled of that green bar soap he always showered with and the musk of a man. I cupped my hands under his cock, cradling it, licking it from just under the nest of dark curly hair his dick jutted out from, tasting the faint salty tang that was Shannon as my tongue slid down his shaft. Reaching the tip, I lifted his throbbing cock and caught the droplet glistening at the slit, savoring the saltiness of his desire.
His hands gripped my hair tighter and he pushed my head down. “More, please, oh God, please more,” he whimpered brokenly.
With an invitation like that, I was not about to refuse. Not even when I felt the shadowy presence of another within my mind, silently observing. I opened my mouth and slid him in deep, then began bobbing my head. I slipped a hand under and rolled his balls. His hips began to jerk frantically, to the point where I had to abandon what my hands were doing and grasp his hips to help slow his movements. That done, I began to hum. That did it. He flung his head back, his hips jerking hard against my hold, hard enough to nearly break free, his cock hitting the back of my throat. Tears filled my eyes, but I didn’t pull away. His cum was filling my mouth, and I wanted every single drop. I felt Arrakus withdraw from my mind as I swallowed the last of it and pulled him from my mouth, licking him clean before tucking him back away. I was thankful he left me this, the afterglow of having loved on my man.
Shannon released his grip on my hair. “I didn’t mean to-” I stood up. “Shhh,” I said, interrupting him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Let’s just cuddle for a few minutes before I go, okay?” I sat next to him and pulled him into my arms and we sat there just like that. Neither of us said a word. We basked in the presence of each other and in the knowledge of what we’d just done. Then the bell sounded, reminding us dorm residents that we needed to return to our rooms. I gave him another quick kiss, reluctant to part from him. His door opened, his roommate returning.
“Ew, it smells funky in here. What did you guys do?” he asked, wrinkling his nose.
“I’ll Facetime you when I get into bed,” I promised my now red-faced love.
“Okay,” he replied.
I hurried back to my room, not only wanting to avoid disciplinary action if caught out late but needing to consult with Rusty. He was already in his usual bedtime wear of a pair of jersey pants and a t-shirt, his hair still damp from the shower he’d just had judging by the fact he was exiting the bathroom where I could see steam still on the mirror.
