They stood, nearly eye to eye in the romantic light cast from the streetlamp high above.“I’ve done a little more than you, Harp.”
“A little?Define a little, Banks.”Harper was, yet again, overwhelmingly jealous.
Banks winked and tugged his hand so that they turned, facing the trio of dorm buildings looming in the distance.“Maybe later, Harp.I think ...think we’ve had enough excitement for one night, don’t you?”
Harper tugged him back, remembering why they’d sat on the bench to talk in the first place.“But you, Banks?What about your ...blue balls?”
Banks squeezed his hand, grinning abashedly.“Didn’t I tell you, Harper?I got so excited jerking you off in the back of that movie theater, I came before you did.”
“Bull!Shit!”
Banks chuckled, a heavy, joyful sound, as if relieved to admit he was actually human, after all.“You wanna reach down the front of my sticky boxer briefs and feel for yourself, Harp?”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” Harper teased back, glancing over.As if on cue, Banks lifted up his clingy grey Piedmont Panthers t-shirt to reveal the big, wet, sticky stain all over the front of his khaki cargo pants.“Holy shit, Banks!You weren’t kidding.”
“I couldn’t help myself, Harper.That?Back there?”Banks jerked a thick thumb over his broad shoulders, grinning merrily.“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, bar none.”
“Even with some hot chick back in school?”
Banks was as adamant as he was radiant, flared nostrils, wide eyes and thick lips aglow by the light of the lamp high above them.“Ever.Done.Harper.Period.Full stop.You?You are the hottest person I’ve ever touched in my entire life, so ...don’t let that go to your head, though.”
Harper chuckled.“I might, if I believed it.”
Banks squeezed his hand, tugging him along, the air growing quiet and still around them as they walked, slower and slower, toward the night’s end in the form of the fork in the road that led to each of their respective dorms.
“Bit of advice, Harp?”Banks offered as they walked leisurely, inevitably forward.
“Yeah Banks?”
Banks clutched his hand, dragging him along in the deep, quiet night.“Stay out of locker rooms for a while, huh?You don’t seem to have very much luck there, anyway.”
Chapter Thirteen
Banks
“Walk me home?”
