“What made you suddenly aware of your preference for intelligence?” he asks, fluffing up the pillows and sitting against the headboard.
I move so he has room to stretch out his feet, following his lead to get in my own pajamas. “I was turned on by your fluency in Spanish,” I explain, pulling out one of the two pairs of shorts I’m capable of sleeping in. “I prefer sleeping nude,” I grumble as I toss them on the bed.
Trent snorts and coughs, pulling my attention to him as I start unbuttoning my shirt.
“What?” I ask, not sure why he’s looking at me like he can’t believe I said what I said. “I’ve mostly lived on my own since Iwas old enough to learn how to masturbate. I’ve been sleeping naked since I was fifteen. I only put clothes on to sleep when I have to share a room, and I try to avoid that as much as possible.” I shuck my shirt and let it drop to the floor, and then push my trousers and briefs down together.
Trent grabs his shirt off the floor and tosses it at me, and I catch it as he says, “You’re privilege is showing there, man. Better hide it quick.”
I roll my eyes and pull his dirty shirt over my head. It fits loose and smells like him, which is comforting and nice. Plus it falls mid-thigh and covers all my private bits. I wonder if he’d be mad at me for wearing this instead of my shorts?
Trent’s eyes wander down and up me, assessing, studying… I don’t know what he’s thinking, but his face has that affectionate softness he gets when I do something he likes, so maybe he’s not upset with my stealing a shirt to sleep in instead of shorts.
“You can have a clean one,” he offers, pointing to his suitcase.
I sniff the shirt again and shake my head. “It smells like you, and I like that.”
Trent’s smile broadens beyond mere affection to delight, but the knock at our door for room service stops whatever he was going to say. He strides to the door and opens it, allowing the room service attendant to push the cart in. He tips the woman as she eyes us, then she leaves and he pulls out a chair from the table.
“Come on, Magnus. Food, shower, sleep.”
I take another sniff of Trent’s shirt as I rise to join him. “I might wait for the shower until tomorrow.”
He sets a plate in front of me with empanadas and papas on it and sits next to me with his own plate. “Sounds good. We can film a shower together in the morning. We’re supposed to trade handies, but if we do that during a live stream, we can post theshower scene after. Get some practice with touching each other, but keep the awkwardness real by making it our first time.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach at the reminder that we’re actually touching each other for real this time. Not like when we were photographed together and he was barely touching me and I didn’t even get to touch him. “That’s surprisingly nerve-wracking,” I comment, putting a hand over my stomach.
Trent leans in and connects us shoulder to shoulder. “If you don’t want to do it, or if you’re not prepared to do it yet, we can wait. It’s not like we have to rush into things, no matter what our subscribers say.”
His reassurance and focus on consent and comfort helps calm the butterflies. “I’m ready. I just have to deal with the stage fright that always comes when I’m teaching a new group of students, or in this case, trying something new for the channel. With you there, it should be fine. I’m very comfortable with your dick.”
Trent chuckles softly and pushes a little harder into my shoulder. “I’m probably cheating since I’ve already done this once before.”
I finish the bite of meaty cheesy goodness and set my fork down. There’s leftovers, and they’re good, but I’m just too tired to keep eating. I lean into him and he shifts his arm, dropping it over my shoulders and pulling me in for a cuddle. “It’s not cheating, and I’m glad at least one of us isn’t going to be a nervous wreck.”
He hums softly and brushes a kiss against my forehead. “It’ll be fine, and if it isn’t, we can stop. You don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to do, Magnus, and that includes touching me.”
Drifting through that stage of pre-sleep, I remember how he was during the photoshoot and smile. He is always going to bethe guy that makes sure I’m not doing anything I don’t consent to, and that is swoon-worthy, I think.
Consent is soooo sexy.
Chapter 25
Trent
“Consent is soooo sexy.”Magnus mumbles that and goes limp against me.
I let him snuggle me as I finish my meal, then I steal the empanada left on his plate, too. Am I maybe enjoying him in my arms a little too much? No, I don’t think it’s possible to enjoy Magnus too much, but Iamdealing with a chubby that’s about to become a full blown erection, and that’s just from talking about touching him tomorrow.
Well, the chubby started when he stripped, got worse when he decided to wear my shirt to bed, and became a visible tent while we were eating. I’m excited about getting my hands on him again. We haven’t done anything like what we did during the photo shoot, and that’s fine, but it also feels a bit like a step in the wrong direction.
When I’m done eating, I down a bottle of water as well, then with minimal effort from a sleepy-Magnus, I carry him to the bed and lay him down. He immediately snuggles into the bedding on his side, and I get a glimpse of his ass that has me leaking precum into my pajamas. I snap a photo of him (I’ll make sure to get consent to keep it tomorrow), turn off the main lights, and climb in on the other side, lying mostly uncovered.
Unlike my roommate, who can sleep with an erection, I’m not even going to pretend I can. Pulling up the camera on my phone, I hit record, aiming the camera at the tent in my pants. I don’t want to disturb Magnus, but there’s something thrilling about the illicit nature of masturbating in the same bed as him, and I know our subscribers are going to love it.
I slowly pan the camera to the lump of Magnus beside me. The only thing peeking out of the blanket burrito he’s made of himself is his nose and a small blond tuft of his curls. I pan the camera so that it catches my own face and I quirk my lips into a half-smile and wink.
Pointing the camera back at my tent, I play with my covered shaft for a few minutes, just to build the anticipation up. I’m sure it builds for my viewers, but this anticipation is for me. I love a slow tease, and I want this to last, too. I’ve done uploads that were a few minutes—quickies between classes—but I really enjoy the ones where I can take my time.
