He tries to glare, but his lips pull up. His hand shoots out, grabbing a fistful of my shirt. He yanks me right back into a kiss that ruins us on our way to our room.
9
Stan
We barely make it back into our room before I’m losing a fistfight with my pants.
The door’s not even fully closed when I’m busy trying to kick my slacks off, completely failing at it. My hands are too jittery. And my hot rod’s in the way.Go down, boy! Just for a second!
When I check on what Nil’s doing, he’s busy looking at the bunks. “Top or bottom?”
“Bottom,” I say instantly, giving up on the pants thing. “The bed, I mean. And maybe the other thing. Wait, no, I’m a switch. Whatever you need me to be, Ocean Eyes.”
“Stan,” he hisses. “I’m leaking here.”
My eyes drop to the front of his sweats where, yeah, there’s a dark spot, all wet and tempting. My tongue has opinions about it.
“Stop staring,” he warns.
“You mentioned it,” I protest.
“Iasked,” Nil snaps. “Top or bottom?”
“Isaidbottom, babe.”
He grabs me by the collar and hauls me to my bunk. He falls onto it. I go with him, bracing above him so I don’t crush him.
Then I roll my hips.Hard.
Nil’s head tips back. A sound comes out of him that sends heat to my groin. I want that sound as my ringtone.
I kiss down the line of his throat. His pulse jumps under my mouth like it’s trying to sprint away. He’s never gonna get away from me. Now that I have him, he’smine.
My hands hold onto his hips. His hands slide under my shirt, warm as they sweep up my back. My spine jerks hard enough that the mattress squeaks like it’s scared of us.
We might break it.Whatever. Let the bunk break.
He fists my shirt and drags me back to his mouth. I kiss him back because there’s no universe where I wouldn’t. His lips part, and everything in my head gets loud.
More, more, more.I want more.
I press my knee between his thighs and he lifts his hips into me.
“Oh, wow,” I say against his mouth. “Nil, you’re so—”
“—goddamn hard for you,” he growls.
Yeah, I’m gone.
His legs hook over my waist, and our hips move in a rhythm that hits me in places I’ve never had feelings before. Can cocks cry tears of joy? We’re about to find out.
I bury my face into his neck ‘cause looking at him hurts in a way I like too much. He smells so good, like fresh air and clean laundry, when all my thoughts are fuckingfilth.
My hips buck. The bunk squeaks.
Handle our joy, you cowardly bed.
Nil pulls me closer. I can feel him. He can definitely feel me. Everything in me tremors.
