His groan rumbled at my ear, and his stubble came hard and rough against my neck as he drew his chin from my ear to my shoulder. He had to know it felt good. Had to know how much it made me want to spill in my pants.
His hand fished into my briefs and took hold of me firmly, just like I wanted him to. He pumped slowly, the throbs tightening my whole body. I rested my forehead against his smooth, slightly freckled shoulder. “Yes, like that.”
The light from his room made a silhouette of Quinn’s stiff cock tenting his sweatpants. “I want to touch you too,” I said, mybreath hitching as Quinn circled my pre-cum around the head of my cock with his thumb.
A hummed “yeah” brushed through my hair.
“Tell me what to do. I haven’t touched a man before.”
He didn’t lift his hand off me, but slowed his movements as he shifted, taking my hand and pressing it against the taut material and his even tauter cock. “Touch me like you do to yourself, in the shower.”
He squeezed me and along with the pleasure, I took the encouragement, peeling back his sweatpants and underwear until Quinn’s cock sprang free. I closed my hand around it. Thicker than mine, though not quite as long. Warm, with such silky skin at his head. I jerked him to the rhythm he was working me, getting used to the new, hard weight.
I circled his pre-cum and flicked my fingertip lightly over the slit at the top, where it was most sensitive on me. He twitched and groaned, lips seeking mine and jamming them into an ardent kiss.
Our hands worked faster, thumbs banging against each other in our greed.
What would Quinn’s velvet length feel like rubbing hard against mine? “I want our cocks together,” I said. “Fuck me.”
Quinn let go of me and pried my hand from him too. He widened his legs and leaned forward, taking both our lengths in his large hand.
I whimpered at the electrical currents that zapped through me at that touch, at the deep stare Quinn gave me. He pumped a few more times, my climax building rapidly. And then his head fell back, lips parted in a moan—
I stiffened, my release coming to a sudden, urgent end. Quinn jerked us twice more and braced with me as spurts of our hot come shot over his chest and abdomen, mingling and dribbling a crooked path over his skin.
Quinn slowly released our cocks, tucking mine away and then his own as he caught his breath.
I pushed away from the doorframe, my back definitely feeling the effects of the hard wood. Tentatively, I fingered our come on Quinn’s chest. “That clears some things up. I must be gay.”
Laughing gently, he fell back a few steps into his room. He picked up a T-shirt off the floor and wiped himself with it. He looked up at me with a slightly raised brow and a quirked lip. It almost came off as a leer. “If you need to prove it again, you know where my bedroom is.”
“Thank you for the offer.” I buttoned my pants. “Will it be awkward now?”
He gripped his shirt. “No. We won’t let it be.”
“Good. I like you as my friend.”
Quinn’s mouth opened, as if he wanted to say something more, and then he shut it again. “Sure. Me too.”
I turned and left. “Good night, then,” I said, and made a path to the bathroom. I looked just the same as I always did when I looked in the mirror. To myself, I said, “You learn something new every day.”
Then, teeth brushed and ready for bed, I went to my room and drafted an outline ofLetting Loose after Lectureson my laptop before falling into a heady sleep.
I clicked my pen,narrowing my gaze on the notes scribbled before me. My office-friend stapler kept staring at me and I slid him out of view. Though it was late in the evening,Scribewas still thrumming with life. From the chief’s open office door, I heard murmuring as he conversed with Jack. Something about one of his projects needing more expansion.
Words swam in my open notebook. A vortex of doubt regarding my final feature article swirled in my mind. It had to bepitched just perfectly to get the chief’s approval. I knew the chief was fascinated by modern technology, and the way he divided his trash into garbage, compost, and recycling suggested he might be swayed to accept an environmental angle.
I dropped my pen and sank my tired body into the chair.
Across my desk, Hannah twirled a thick strand of hair around her finger. Giant Guy—who turned out to be called Roger Delaware—stood chatting with her. His dimpled smile and soft gaze as he looked at Hannah had my approval.
Hannah yanked on her hair and hurriedly let go, as if she’d just realized what she’d been doing. She straightened and cleared her throat. “I just don’t know,” she said, a quirk in her lips betraying her attempt at a tease. “Going out for a fancy dinner with a handsome hulk or curling up on my worn couch with my history assignment? Tough call.”
Roger grinned. “If you put it like that, what was I thinking? Dinner with a beautiful smartass over doing my math assignments?”
A sweet, nervous laugh floated around them and Hannah lightly got to her feet, fisted Roger’s shirt, and pulled him down. She kissed him quickly on the mouth and nodded toward the exit. “Let’s get out of here.”
Roger nodded mutely, but when Hannah twisted to leave, he snatched her hand and hauled her back. Cupping his hands on her face, he kissed her again, this time longer. When he pulled back, he was smiling and she looked like her bones had melted.
