If he hadn’t helped me with my math homework from the first day of junior high onward, I wouldn’t have graduated.
“Acting,” I said. “Just making sure you’re awake.”
“‘m not,” Ward murmured, turning his head to yawn away from my face.
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to his cheek and walking my fingers down along his side. “You’re at least a little awake,” I said, brushing the backs of my knuckles against his half-hard cock.
Ward made a cut-off sound in the back of his throat, almost a whimper, like he was torn between sleep and sex.
My vote went to sleepy sex, the best of both possible worlds.
“D’you want…” Ward looked at me, eyelids heavy, gesturing vaguely between us and making me laugh again.
“Generous offer,” I teased. “I’ll take whatever I can get.”
“A nap?” Ward asked, a note of hope in his voice.
I hummed, running the pad of my thumb along the underside of his cock, smiling to myself as his breath hitched. “Sure that’s what you want?”
“Uh.” Ward licked his lips, pupils swallowing up the warm brown of his eyes as I watched.
I let my eyes flutter closed dramatically, resting my head against his arm and going limp, fingers nestled against his cock but not moving, and sighed. “‘kay. Naptime.”
Ward was silent for a handful of heartbeats, and then I felt his hand curl around my shoulder, giving me the gentlest of shakes.
“Ryder,” he whispered. “Are you really asleep?”
“Yep.”
Ward huffed, and then it turned into a laugh, and I couldn’t stop myself from opening my eyes. I loved the way he looked when he laughed, and I didn’t want to miss it.
He surged forward to kiss me and then it was my turn to laugh as he wrestled me onto my back, pinning me to the bed so I was helpless to escape. Our legs tangled together as I at least made a show of trying to throw him off, hips lining up for delicious friction as the bed creaked under us.
“Better than napping?” I asked as Ward grabbed a handful of my butt to pull me closer, grinding lazily against my stomach.
“Maybe a little.” He laughed, breathless, manhandling me like I weighed nothing until he had me flipped over onto my front. The mattress groaned under us as he moved, pushing his cock between my thighs as he pinned me under his weight.
I moaned helplessly into the pillows, grinding back against him. “Do youknowhow hot this is?” I asked. “Or does it just come natural to you?”
“Might’ve noticed you really do have a thing for big guys,” Ward murmured in my ear, working his hand under me to stroke my cock in time with his slow, rhythmic thrusts.
I hummed in agreement and let myself relax into the feeling of his whole weight on top of me.
“You’re the world’s sexiest weighted blanket.”
Ward laughed, resting his forehead against the back of my neck. “Can’t believe you said that.”
“Can’t you?” I asked, reaching back to touch him wherever I could and catching his hand again, heart swelling at the feeling of our fingers linking together. “That sounds exactly like something I’d say.”
Ward chuckled again, kissing his way along my neck and shoulders, squeezing my fingers with every sleepy thrust, bodies twisting closer and closer together. Neither of us were in a hurry, and taking our time felt like wallowing in luxury.
“Feels so good,” I murmured, free fingers gripping the sheets.
“Good,” he said, nuzzling my neck, behind my ear, pressing his lips against all the hidden sensitive places no one else had ever bothered with.
No one else had ever been like him. I doubted anyone else ever would.
We drifted along together for what could have been hours, soft gasps and equally soft laughter punctuating long silences where one or both of us almost fell asleep. I couldn’t imagine having this with anyone else, this complete comfort with another person.
