“Ol,” he replied, fast and true like he knew the tune I was playing and would always sing along.
I groaned as his hand did its work. It flew up and down on me, faster and faster, driving me wild. “Keat…”
“Ol,” came the answer.
I leaned my chin forward to kiss him, our tongues twisting together under the water again. Keaton panted into my mouth as I sped up the pace, a moment later doing the same for me. My other hand circled his waist and held him tight to brace myself.
“Fuck, Ol,” he whimpered, and I felt his dick pulse as he splattered his load against me. A second later, driven over the edge by that warmth on my skin, I did the same.
We panted for breath together until we had enough to stand straight and tall under the water. We cleaned each other off, chuckling and grinning the whole time. I shampooed Keaton’s hair and then washed it out as he moaned and leaned back against me.
His hands on my skin were magic. He traced over the line of every muscle, his fingers soapy and slippery. It was like a massage mixed with the most arousing bath I had ever taken. He kissed my skin after cleaning it, leaving me in rapt silence. My body was like jelly, my bones gone.
“Done?” he asked, kissing me sweetly.
“Done,” I nodded. The water was starting to get cold, anyway. We turned it off and dried one another. Dressing was almost a disappointment. Except not, because we were going back to sleep in the same place.
When we reached our dorm, I hesitated.
“What?” Keaton asked, closing the door behind us.
I dumped my shower stuff on the floor. “My bed?” I asked.
Keaton yawned. “Just for sleeping?”
I nodded shyly. I wanted nothing more than to hold him in my arms all night long. “Sleeping.”
“Okay,” Keaton agreed, and we climbed in together. His head fitted in the notch of my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around him to stop him from falling off the side of the bed, narrower than I would have liked.
He settled in beside me there and we slept. It was the best sleep of my life.
Keaton
“I’m so nervous,” I fretted, fiddling with my shirt buttons. It wasn’t too late to get up from my seat and walk out of the lecture theater, right? No one would notice, right?
“You’ll be fine,” Olly told me. He was completely unflappable. “Isn’t this just one project? Even if you get a lower grade, you’ll have time to make it up.”
I furrowed my brow at him. “You think I’m going to get a lower grade?”
“No,” Olly said. “I think you’ll get the best grade that has ever been awarded. They’re going to have to invent a new scale just for you. You’ll be nominated for this year’s Oscars.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “No need to tease.”
“He’s right,” Ace said, coming out of nowhere and throwing his arms over mine and Olly’s necks from behind. “You’re going to be the world’s most visionary director. I can feel it.”
“What about you?” I asked, turning and looking at him. He scrambled out from behind us to take a seat on the row beside me. “Aren’t you nervous?”
“Nah,” Ace shrugged. “I know mine’s good. And yours is, too. You worked hard on it.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” I muttered.
“Alright, everyone,” the professor called from the front of the class. She clapped her hands and everyone went silent. “It’s time for our screenings.”
There was a titter of nervous laughter around the room. I was glad I wasn’t the only one feeling tense.
“I’m glad to see some of you have brought your friends and collaborators to watch the movies,” she said. “Please don’t use your cell phones during the screenings, especially not to record. And no talking during other peoples’ pieces, okay? Let’s be respectful. Without any further ado, since we have a lot to get through today – let’s start by watching Ace’s project.”
Ace squirmed excitedly in his seat, nudging me.
