“Too bad I won’t be able to get in downstairs,” Harper teased, dropping a little hint as Banks’s cock perked up in his sticky khaki shorts at the possibilities looming in that one little teaser line.
“You’re in luck,” Banks murmured, reaching inside to hand him a duplicate ID card.“You can have my nonexistent roomie’s badge, so now you have no excuse, Harp.”
Harper held the card up, examining it like the facets of some priceless diamond.“You’re pretty sure I’m gonna use this thing, huh, Banks?”
Banks inched forward, smothering Harper’s protests with one of his patented, thick lipped, sex starved kisses.“If you’re as horny as I am right now, Harper?I am more than confident you’ll be using that key card at some point in the next 24 hours.”
Harper clucked his tongue and slid the card into the pocket of his crumpled dress shirt, giving Banks one last glance before he left.“Do me a favor, Banks, just in case I do change my mind?”
“What’s that, Harp?”
Harper nodded at the sticky stain on the front of his khaki shorts.“Don’t clean up.”
“What?Why not?”Banks watched as Harper turned with a flourish, six steps down the empty hallway before he turned and gave him a saucy little wink.
“Because,” he called out over his shoulder, waving the extra ID badge for emphasis, “just in case we get to second base later, I want you sweet and sticky between my lips, that’s why.”
Chapter Fourteen
Harper
“The hell are you doing, Harp?”he whispered to himself through clenched teeth and restricted vocal cords, his nerves on edge just like his butt on the end of the weathered cushion beneath him.
Harper sat on the couch in the Day Room, a kind of giant, communal living room at the end of each floor.It featured a cluster of couches, used and battered and dotted with random throw pillows tossed hither and yon with no rhyme or reason.There was a big screen TV on the wall, and instructions on how to use it posted nearby, but the last thing Harper wanted was more noise after ditching his room after enduring his roommate Parker’s snoring for the last two hours.
He'd ordered noise canceling earphones, but they wouldn’t be delivered until that weekend, and the thought of lingering in that weed smelling, fart blossoming, ear shattering dorm room one minute longer had forced him to flee after enduring it for the two hours since he’d been barred from the room Banks shared with an empty bed.
Harper clung to his breakaway bag, the spare backpack he’d packed for just such occasions, featuring a handful of toiletries plus a fresh change of clothes should Parker’s snoring get too loud to endure another moment longer.He’d been sitting there for ten minutes, listening to the creaks and the rustles of the sleeping dorm floor, afraid to stay and miss out on what Banks might be doing at that very moment, yet petrified of what might happen if he gave into temptation, strolled across campus and knocked on his door.
He was hard just thinking about it, his heart hammering as it had in the back of that empty theater, Banks stroking him tenderly until he came buckets all over his panting, trembling belly.
He wanted that feeling again.Banks kissing him, jerking him, pleasing him, and so very much more.He wanted all of him, every inch, to explore and tease and please, to be explored, to be teased and pleasured in return.
He hadn’t thought twice about Banks back in school.Not really.Banks was straight, no doubt about it.Banging chicks left and right, bro-ing out on the daily with his jock buds and doing all the hetero things that were as foreign to Harper as Harper’s secret life would have been to Banks.He’d been a poser, a category, a niche, a clique, a walking cliché and, in the process, was to Harper what everything and everybody else had been back at Sagebrush High—background noise, something to be endured until he could graduate, flee to college, and start living his real life.His authentic life.
Hisbestlife.
