My thoughts went to Keaton.
He was kind of hot these days. Not that I would ever admit that out loud.
Why was I thinking about Keaton while touching my dick? Fuck. I’d never thought about a guy while doing that before.
It had been a long day. A bit of tension relief would help a lot. I could work out this nervous feeling in my system and get some sleep.
Yeah. That was a sensible thing to do.
I gripped my shaft harder and started to pull. My cock sprang to life immediately like it had been ready and waiting. I braced myself against the wall of the cubicle. It was a relief to know there was no one else around to hear the sound of my hand squelching up and down. I poured more of the body wash on myself to smooth out my movements.Fuck. Yeah, that felt good.
A flash of Keaton’s face came into my head before I could stop it. His big, dark eyes. He used to wear nerdy glasses. He was taller now. Broader-shouldered. But still smaller than me. Still right at the height where he could easily rest his head on my shoulder. He could look up at me from there with those big eyes, nestled against my chest. Run his hand over my lap while we sat on some sofa together. Tell me how grateful he was that I was there to protect him now –
My cum splattered the wall of the cubicle and left me panting for breath.
I braced myself for a second. My head was spinning. Why had I thought of Keaton right then?
I ducked my head under the water on purpose to shake myself out of it. I gasped for breath as I moved away and sluiced water off my face with my hands. What a mess. I was just so tired, I wasn’t thinking straight.
Literally.
I stopped the shower and reached for my towel. I needed to get dry and get out of here.
My hand closed on air.
I hadn’t brought a towel with me.
Who the hell forgets to bring a towel to college?
I swore and hit the door with the side of my fist. Great. Another stupid mistake. I was doing so great on day one.
What was I going to do now?
As far as I saw it, there was only one thing I really could do.
I grabbed the jeans I had worn to come over here. Grimacing, I slid them on over my wet skin. It felt gross but it was better than running around the halls naked. I grabbed my shirt and my body wash and held them in one hand.
One last moment to curse how much of an idiot I was, and I stepped out of the stall.
The halls were still quiet. That was something to be thankful for, at least. I half-ran to our room, grabbing the door handle and going right inside the dark space. Now I could just get dry somehow before Keaton came back from his phone call –
The light switched on.
“Uh,” Keaton said, staring right at me.
Keaton
“Oh, my god,” Clara said, and I could tell even over the phone that she was pacing up and down in shock. It had taken a good fifteen minutes to actually get this far in the story, given how much she kept interrupting for every single little detail of my new college life – not that there was much to tell, yet. But we were finally getting to what I had wanted to tell her. “You can’t be serious?”
“Deadly serious,” I confirmed. “What the hell did I do wrong in a past life that I ended up with Oliver Harvey as my college roommate by chance?”
“You must be able to get a switch,” Clara said.
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “Way ahead of you. I’m going to see the Dean in the morning.” I shivered lightly, wrapping my arms around myself. Now the sun had gone down, it was getting chilly fast. I could smell the sea in the air. Crowhill Cove, my new college town, was right on the sea. Well, on a cove. Hence the name. Wow, the shock had made me stupid.
“Tell me how it goes,” Clara said. I heard the sound of a door closing in the background. Her voice dropped lower when she next spoke. “I want to hear about everything, Keat. And you need to get yourself out of there before he gets dangerous.”
I paused, agreeing with her in silence. A thought flashed through my head of the last time I’d seen Oliver Harvey, and I shivered. I didn’t ever want to be in that position again.
