“That was cute. You’re so cute.” Scott reached out to grab a slice of pizza, squeezing Charlie’s hand.
“I’m not cute,” Charlie argued, although he really didn’t mind being called that. Especially not by Scott.
“Yeah you are,” Scott said. “Do you want me to, uh… do something for you?”
A flash of sitting in Scott’s lap while he jerked him off entered Charlie’s mind, but he shook it away. There was no way in hell he was going to recover soon enough to make that happen tonight.
“I, uh. I’m okay,” Charlie said, blushing.
“Oh.” Scott’s eyes widened. “You… from…?”
“I came in my pants like a teenager,” Charlie said. “You’re hot. I’m not ashamed.”
He wasn’t, not really. It wasn’t a secret that he was attracted to Scott, and this was definitely not the first time he’d come thinking about him. It was just the first time Scott had been present.
“Okay, cool. As long as you’re… happy?”
“I’m very happy.” Charlie shifted in his chair, making himself more comfortable against Scott’s side.
“Can I kiss you?” Scott asked. He sounded so unsure of himself, but so hopeful, that Charlie felt as though his heart had actually melted in his chest.
Scott was a sweetheart. Even if this didn’t work out, Charlie was lucky to have known him.
“I guess I could let you do that.” Charlie turned his head, giving Scott the chance to peck him softly on the lips. It wasn’t the open-mouthed, needy kiss of before, but it still made Charlie’s heart skip.
He was in way deeper than he thought.
Chapter Eighteen
The next day in class, all Scott could think about was Charlie.
Obviously, about Charlie sucking his cock, rolling his tongue around, moaning, closing his eyes, and all the rest of it, but…
Notjustthat. He also couldn’t stop thinking of Charlie after, of the way he’d curled up next to him, of both of them eating quietly, clinging to each other. They hadn’t broken contact until Scott had announced that he really needed to get to bed if he was going to be up on time in the morning.
It wasnice. More than nice. Scott had never felt so close to someone after sex, and that had been rushed, desperate, totally surprise sex that only one of them had gotten off on.
He owed Charlie one. And while he knew Charlie wouldn’t pressure him… he kind of wanted to repay that debt. As soon as possible.
Even their goodnight kiss lingered in his mind, soft and sweet outside the library, after Charlie had finally locked up for the night. He’d been sleepy by then, his eyelids heavy, his lips gentle, just barely brushing against Scott’s.
It made him feel like a teenager all over again, discovering girls for the first time. Except this time, he was discovering boys.
Or maybe just Charlie.
He hadn’t really figured that part out yet, but right now, he didn’t need to. The one boy he wanted seemed to want him back.
Was it too soon to text him? It felt a little too soon, like if he seemed too eager Charlie might get bored of him, but he really wanted to. He regretted not asking Charlie to come home with him.
Maybe after class.
Scott looked down at his notes when everyone started packing up around him and only realized then that he hadn’t written any. It had mostly been about the next assignment, which was all information he already had, but still.
Charlie was obviously a big deal to him if he was daydreaming instead of paying attention.
“Hey, Scott, can we talk?” Professor Malik asked as he walked past her desk.
Scott paused, moving out of the way of the other students, his stomach knotting up. He looked up to the professor. This might have been a small town community college, but she’d had an impressive career.
