Banks swung the door wide, heart pounding and smile even wider.“I thought you’d never ask.”
Harper smiled nervously, drifting in on a pair of flip-flops that whispered on the cheap linoleum floor of his dorm room.“Thanks,” he said, quietly, after the heavy door swung shut and clicked with an air of finality.
Their eyes met in the shimmering darkness, the room illuminated with a silvery, sultry glow by the streetlamp just outside the open window.The air was humid and warm inside the room, Banks preferring the semblance of outdoors to the canned air that usually ran 24/7 through the sterile dorm.
They stood in the middle of the room, Banks watching Harper’s face quietly as it ran through a wide range of emotions—furtive, anxious, happy, sad, chagrined, hopeful.He said not a word, but merely found Banks watching him and smirked, as if not trying to hide a thing but unable to confess, either.
Banks nodded, as if conversing with himself, and gently took Harper’s hand.“Let’s try to get some sleep,” he suggested, tugging Harp toward his rumpled bed, the sheets already twisted from his restless tossing and turning.“And if something happens later, fine.If not, that’s fine, too, okay?”
Harper chuckled softly, following along like a lost puppy as his backpack slid to the floor and he kicked off his sandals at the foot of the bed.“I didn’t come here to sleep,” he insisted, even if drowsily.“You know that, right, Banks?”
Banks nodded and helped tug his t-shirt off, a burst of fresh cologne and musk wafting closer from the process.Harper’s chest was as smooth and unblemished as the rest of his flawless body, even his armpits, pale and soft and hairless as together they tugged the shirt over his ponytail and off completely.Banks held it in his hand and sniffed it, cautiously, drinking in Harper’s manly musk before tossing it on the desk between both dorm beds.
“I know, Harper,” he said, reaching innocently for the button of his wrinkled Madras shorts.Banks noticed they were the same ones he’d worn to the pep rally, the first time he’d seen him since sulking through the halls toward the end of senior year.“And I certainly haven’t been tossing and turning since you left because I was sleepy, but...”
Harper issued a quick intake of breath, somewhere between a gasp and a gulp, as Banks unzipped his pants and slid them down his lean, narrow hips, helping him step out of them, one leg at a time, the same way he’d helped him out of his shirt.
“Oh,nowyou wear underwear?”Banks teased, admiring the crisp white cotton briefs that struggled to contain Harper’s thin, downturned cock, as titillating limp as it was stiff and hard.
“I didn’t want to seem like a man whore,” Harper murmured as Banks slithered nervous fingers along the waistband.
With another quick wriggle and an awkward stutter step, Harper was suddenly naked, standing there smooth and soft before him.“Job well done,” Banks murmured, admiring his soft, smooth package as if standing in a quiet museum studying a priceless work of art.
They stood there for a moment longer, Banks hardly believing his good fortune.It was 2:00 in the morning and he was standing there looking at a naked man in his dorm room.Not just any naked man, mind you, but the prettiest, smoothest, sexiest boy he’d ever been in the presence of, full stop.Andhewas the one suggesting they get ...some sleep?
The absolute fuck was wrong with him?
“Jesus, Harper,” Banks murmured, making no secret of the fact that he was openly ogling every square inch of his guest’s flawlessly perfect body.“Is this what you were hiding under those faded concert tees and flannel shirts all these years?”
“Stop teasing me,” Harper murmured, squirming under the intense scrutiny, as if unaware of just how pretty his naked body was.
“Oh, buddy,” Banks assured him, even as he swung wide the top sheet and patted the warm, empty bed purposefully.“I haven’t even started teasing you yet.”
“Promises, promises,” Harper murmured as he slid into the bed, all long arms and gangly legs and smooth, sharp angles atop the soft white sheets.All the same, Banks could hear the weariness in his voice and see it in the way he wriggled deeper into the bed despite his toothless protests, like a sleepy puppy just discovering a pile of slippers in the closet.
Banks slid into bed beside him, pulling himself close until they were lying side by side, face to face, resting there gently, warmly, in the dark.
“Why am I butt ass naked and you’re still wearing boxer shorts?”Harper murmured, reaching out long, gentle fingertips to tousle a single brown curl from Banks’s forehead.It was as lazy and relaxed as Harper’s weight, pressed deep and sleepy atop the lumpy mattress beneath them.
“Because if I was naked, too, we wouldn’t get a lick of sleep.”
Harper nodded, eyelids heavy to match his steadily deadpan breathing.“Is thatreallywhat you want to do tonight, Banks?Sleep?”
Banks chuckled, shaking his head.“Not a bit, Harp.But neither of us have slept much today and you’re going to need your rest for what I have planned next.”
Harper’s eyelids fluttered open momentarily, matching his sleepy grin before the effects of gravity dragged them both down again.“Do tell,” he murmured, even as he wriggled deeper into the twisted bedsheets.
Banks leaned gently forward, kissing Harp chastely on the forehead and finding the skin warm and slack beneath his pliant lips.“I’d rather show you, baby, but later, okay?”
Harper nodded, forehead heavy as Banks pulled his lips reluctantly away.Leave it to Banks to have the hottest guy on campus, naked in his bed, and insist on a nap, of all things.Still, he wasn’t kidding about his plans for soft, smooth, sexy Harper, and if they both didn’t get some sleep, neither would have the energy, to say nothing of the endurance, to bring them all to fruition.
“Promises,” Harper murmured, voice leaden with the promise of sleep moments in the offing.Banks smirked, contenting himself with studying Harper’s almost-pretty features, the soft edges of his slack face as sleep reached out to claim him fully.His broad shoulders and thick, almost puffy nipples, his long, incredibly flat stomach and that smooth expanse of clean, pale pubic mound, host to the long, flaccid cock currently laying its head on his mattress the same way its owner was.
When the soft, gentle snoring finally came, Banks was almost relieved.The thought of Harper, there in his bed, really there, naked and long and lean and smooth and tempting, was almost too much to take in at first blush.He needed time to adjust, time to plan, time to think, time to bask in Harper’s smooth, unadulterated beauty without distraction.
If only watching his pretty nostrils flare and the eyes beneath his heavy lids dance with the awakening of a new dream wasn’t making Banks so sleepy his own damn self.
