It had taken him a while, but he was back on track. His test was only three months away, and assuming he passed, he’d be ready to go wherever his life took him.
David stretched, stifling a groan, and reached for his phone. Five o’clock. They’d tumbled into bed only four hours ago. David pulled the covers closer around him. The bedroom was a little cold, now that he thought about it.
“Sorry about that,” Farzan said softly, stepping back into the bedroom. He left the lights off, but David’s eyes had adjusted enough that he could at least appreciate a little more of Farzan’s form. The strong chest and arms, the little bit of belly, the hair covering his chest that David had enjoyed running his fingers through last night.
“Everything good?”
“Yeah. Got called in to work. I don’t have to leave for a while, though. You can sleep in.”
David groaned. “You get called in at five o’fuck in the morning?”
Farzan chuckled and leaned down to kiss David’s temple. It was sweet and charming and definitely way too early for that shit.
“That’s the life of a sub.”
David turned to look at Farzan, quirking his right eyebrow as high as it would go.
“Oh god. Substitute teacher!”
David shook his head, stifling a laugh. The morning after was for making a quick exit, not for jokes and kisses.
“Want some breakfast? I’m a pretty good cook.”
Breakfast was definitely off-script. Fuck. He never should’ve stayed the night. He had to get out of here.
“Nah, I better go. Still gotta pick up my car.” He opened up his app to get a ride back to Aspire.
Unfortunately, his stomach picked the exact wrong moment to grumble. Breakfast did sound good, but that would mean staying even longer, and thisthingbetween them would become a whole other kind ofthing, and David couldn’t deal with that.
“You sure?” Farzan asked, and it hurt to hear that little note of hope. He still sounded scratchy from sleep, and damn if that didn’t make him even sexier.
This was dangerous.
“I’m sure,” David said evenly. He didn’t want to be a dick—Farzan didn’t deserve that—but a little nonchalance might help expedite his exit.
“Oh.” Farzan’s voice was soft. David cringed inwardly at the hurt that flickered across Farzan’s face.
Why was letting a guy down easy never all that, well,easy?
Thankfully Farzan seemed to be getting it because he straightened up. “Ah. Gotcha,” he said, sounding a little too casual, a little too high-pitched now, but at least they were on safer ground.
Until Farzan clicked on the side light, and damn, seeing all that golden-brown skin in the warm glow of the lamp, highlights and shadows carving out every valley of Farzan’s body, his dick hanging there with its morning fullness…
Abort! Abort! Abort!
David willed his dick to ignore his eyes as he rolled out the other side of the bed, grabbed his underwear, and started getting dressed.
Fuck, when did he get so out of practice at this? This wasn’t his first blow-and-go. So why did his body want to crawl back into bed? Why did his mouth water at the thought of scrambled eggs—and Farzan making them naked?
Was it any wonder, after the end of a long dry spell, that he was suddenly thirsty?
But he didn’t have time for distractions.
Even beautiful ones that gave amazing head.
Then again, last night had been… well, fucking amazing. For thosefew hours, whether it was swapping blowjobs or watching a movie, his whole body had unclenched. And though it had been cut short by Farzan’s alarm, last night might’ve been the best sleep he’d had in years.
Maybe a little break, now and then, wasn’t the end of the world. If he got a little stress relief every so often, he could study harder.
