“Now?” I asked. I looked around. “Here?”
Olly glanced around at all of my classmates and their hangers-on in the room. “Maybe somewhere nearby.”
I chewed my lip. I happened to know that there was an equipment closet not far down the hall. I glanced around. The professor didn’t seem to be showing any inclination of going in there. In fact, she had her purse out, so I guessed she was probably going for snacks like everyone else.
“Come with me,” I whispered, then turned to dart down the stairs and out of the room. I wished I could have grabbed his hand and held it to pull him after me, but I had to settle for just knowing that he would follow.
When we got to the supply closet, I stopped and glanced around. No one was nearby. It was kept locked with a pin pad, but I knew the pin – this was where they stored the spare cords for the video camera I’d been borrowing.
I entered the number, opened the door, and darted inside, with Olly right behind me.
There was a single lightbulb above us. He glanced around. “Woah.”
I chuckled.
Every shelf around us was packed with video equipment – carry cases, lens filters, cables, tripods, boxes of memory cards. It was like being inside the world’s smallest video camera store. The only thing missing were the cameras themselves, which were kept under proper lock and key by one of the department’s assistants. You were supposed to sign everything in and out, but the cameras were expensive enough to need actual approval.
“Never mind that,” I said, and Olly refocused his attention on me.
“Your film,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“It was…” He stopped and wet his lips. His eyes were shining, too. Surely our college sports star hunk wasn’t this emotional over a silly little film? “Keat. It was incredible.”
“Yeah?” I said again, blushing.
There was hunger in Olly’s eyes – deeper than I had ever seen before.
“Yeah.”
He swooped down, his hands going to the sides of my face as his lips captured mine. I was glad he was holding me that way because the intensity of his kiss almost melted me. He was rough and insistent like he was trying to devour me, to eat me alive. I relaxed onto his body, pressed against him in the small space. He stepped forwards and my back hit the shelf, making me moan. He pushed his mouth against mine, his tongue battling for supremacy, so forcefully that I was trapped, nowhere to move my head.
Not that I wanted to.
“Ol,” I murmured in the slightest of breaks between our lips, immediately smothered again by his kiss. He gripped my waist harder, his hands roaming up and down my back. One of them slid down –
Landing on my ass.
I gave a muffled moan and arched my back at his touch, which had the added effect of simply pushing me against him even more. I felt how hard he was through his jeans – and my dick couldn’t help but answer, jumping against my skin, fighting for release from my too-tight pants.
He broke away from my lips for just a moment before he dove again, nuzzling and kissing my neck. I felt the slide of his teeth against my skin and gasped. Olly pulled back a second to look into my face. “You don’t like it?” he asked.
I swallowed hard. “I like it,” I barely managed to get out.
Olly grinned. His hand dropped down between us and found the outline of my cock through my clothes. “So I see,” he said, squeezing until I threw my head back and groaned.
And hit one of the shelves, making me curse and groan even louder.
Olly laughed. “Sorry,” he said, leaning down to kiss and nip at my neck again. He pushed the side of my t-shirt out of the way, nuzzling down across my shoulder and collarbone as he palmed me insistently.
"Oh, god," I murmured. “Ol, if you keep this up, I don’t think I…”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think I can…”
He moved fast, sliding my zipper down and putting his hand down my waistband, gripping me skin on skin. “You can’t what?”
