“What for?”
“Saying it.”
I sink into the bed with a groan. “I knew I’d be terrible at this. You must have had an awful time.”
I’m not prepared for him to sit up and look down at me. I avert my gaze and try to hide my face in the pillow. He speaks to me anyway.
“I did not. Hey, look at me.”
He rubs soothing circles on my chest until I look at him. “It was … surprising, in a good way.”
“Surprising?”
“Yes. I didn’t think I’d enjoy … teaching someone as much as I did.”
“I didn’t exactly do anything. Just flopped around like a fish having an orgasm.”
He laughs so loudly I worry he’ll wake my parents up. When did they go to bed? God, I hope they didn’t hear anything.
“I don’t think fish have orgasms.”
“Don’t they? Well, you know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t.”
He lays his head back in that squashed bit between the pillows with a sigh. Maybe he likes sleeping between pillows? His arm is still draped across my chest.
“You didn’tflop around.You were … great, actually. Really great.”
“Even though I didn’t make you….” He stays silent, making me say it. “Make you come.”
“Yes, even though you didn’t make me come. If you must know, after you fell asleep, I had a wank in your bathroom, thinking about how hot it was.”
My face flushes for some reason. “Oh.”
“Do you feel better now?”
“Not really. I still didn’t do anything.”
“Oh, trust me. You did.”
I don’t know what to say to that. I lay there blinking up at the dark ceiling while Elias settles in beside me.
He must fall asleep, but I don’t. I watch the sun rise through the gaps in the drapes until he starts to stir again. This time, I don’t give him a chance to pull me back to bed to reassure me. I lock the door to my bathroom and take a nice,long shower.
ELIAS
I’m quick in the shower, trying not to linger on Ben’s shampoo and body wash. When I pop the top, his smell floats out and makes my cock twitch. I think about what he said, about him not making me come and how I hadn’t even really thought about it. It hadn’t been an issue. It had felt so good making him ‘flop around like a fish having an orgasm’ that I wasn’t thinking about coming.
I don’t expect Ben to be waiting for me when I get out of the shower. He’s sitting on his bed, looking clean enough for church. Damp hair neatly combed, face freshly shaven and a nice shirt and chinos already covering his athletic body.
I’d like to climb into his lap and mess him up again, but I can see he’s stripped the bed and I’m sure he doesn’t want stains on that nice mattress.
A thought hits me—does he do his own laundry at college? Is he so used to having a maid that he doesn’t know how to look after himself? I refuse to believe that.
“Elias?”
“Yes?”
