Gael giggles happily as he pulls back, pressing his barely hard shaft against mine. “I want to fuck you. Will you let me? I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks.”
Surprise gives me a moment to think about it, but then desire for the same floods me. I want that too. I want to be that close to him. I open my mouth to agree, but I hesitate, shaking my headas I think about Phin and reject the idea of pursuing this without him.
Gael’s expression softens and he rests his arms on my chest, pecking my lips gently before pulling back. “You want Phin to be here for that, right?”
The thought causes butterflies to take off in my stomach. “I love him. I fell for him. I didn’t mean to, but I want him. I?—”
Gael presses a finger to my mouth as another Christmas morning smile stretches across his face. “Good. I was waiting for you to want someone. He’sours, and I’m glad you want to claim him too.”
I sigh, relieved that Phin was right about Gael. “Thank you.”
He laughs joyously and frames my face with his hands. “I’ve always wanted you to be happy.”
I snort at that. “If you wanted that, you wouldn’t have ghosted us for a full month, Gael. What the hell were you thinking? You can’t do that to us again. And look at you! You’re a wreck—” Well, less of a wreck than he was when he got here. I guess it looked worse in the shadows or something. His cheeks aren’t as sallow as I thought they were when he arrived. And kissing usually chaps my lips, but his look softer and less wrecked than they were.
“I’m feeling better already. How about sushi for supper? Is Phin coming over when he gets off?” he asks as he sits up, stroking my shaft as he asks me impossible-to-answer questions.
I pant and groan and scramble for an answer to any of his questions, but he keeps stroking me, giving me the best handie I’ve ever had until I shoot a second load over his hand and onto his soiled shirt. When I finally recover, he smirks at me, lifts his hand, and licks the cum off it, staring at me as he does. If I hadn’t just come twice in twenty minutes, I’d tackle him for another round.
The front door opens, and Phin tromps in, dropping his hard case lunchbox as he calls out, “Whose car is in the drive?”
Finals Week Four Years Ago
Sin
I don’t throw the twenty page final exam onto the pile on the professor’s table, and I don’t slam down my fifteen page final paper on the stack next to it, but I want to do both. This was by far the most intensive class I’ve taken in all three years of college so far, and I should not have taken it in conjunction with sixteen other credit hours, but I’m finally done with this semester. Confident that between the exam and the paper I won’t ever have to take this class again, I stride out of my last class for the semester.
Fucking finally.
I haven’t seen Gael in almost ten days, and it’s killing me. Between the two of us, even though we’re roommates, we haven’t been in the same place for more than a few seconds for almost two weeks, and the last time I laid eyes on him, he was grabbing a coffee from the cart with his nose buried in one of his textbooks. I’d been hauling ass to a study group and barely managed a peek at him as it was.
I send him a quick text asking where the fuck he is, and immediately his reply comes in the form of a shout. “Sin!”
Like a fucking missile, I pivot on my heels and jog straight to him, slamming into his chest as he hooks an arm around my neck. Grinning like fools, we share a moment of relief that the damn semester is over. He knocks his forehead into mine, and joy gives way to relief.
We share a quiet moment like that, foreheads pressed together, before Gael pulls back and graces me with his beautiful smile. He looks as ragged as I feel. Dark circles indicate the lack of sleep, and he looks like he’s been neglecting his body a bit. My mom would be horrified to see how much weight he’s lost even though it might only be five or ten pounds. His cheeks aren’t as round as usual, but he’s still the most beautiful person I know.
“I lined us up a victory dance for making it through this semester of hell. I rented a honeymoon suite, and Fatima and Shonda are there now soaking in the hot tub. Let’s drop our bags and party!”
Gael’s enthusiasm has always been infectious, and even though I haven’t slept more than a few hours in the last three days, I’m ready. Fatima is one of Gael’s favorite girls to watch. He says her O-face when I’m plowing her is his favorite, and there’s no way I’m not going to give him what he wants after ten days.
“Do they want margaritas or daiquiris?” I ask as Gael and I walk out of the building with his arm still hung over my shoulders.
“The girls made Jell-O shots, apparently,” he laughs.
“Nice.”
And it is, not just the Jell-O shots, but the way Gael seems to look better just from being with me. His eyes don’t look so tired and maybe it’s the light, but it looks like he’s glowing with happiness right now, and if that’s because of me, I’m always going to be as close as possible to make sure he never loses his radiance.
A Few Hours Ago
Phineas
“You need to avoid him,” my friend, Anja, whispers as she rubs in the poultices that will heal the wounds my grandfather inflicted on me.
“I tried,” I whisper back, showing her my mate mark. “Don’t tell anyone, please,” I beg. “His name is Sin.”
Anja immediately understands, and her soft gasp is a mixture of happiness for me and sorrow because she knows my grandfather’s hatred of my inclination towards men. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers as tears drip onto her cheeks. “It shouldn’t be this way.”
