When Isaak got to our table, I squinted a little, tilting my head. He was thin and sort of frail-looking, with big brown eyes and sandy hair. There was nothing particularly noteworthy about his appearance, other than the thick-framed glasses and argyle sweater vest, but his appearance was sparking something in my brain.
“Hey, do I… Know you?” I asked, and he blinked a couple of times, staring at me shyly.
“I… I don’t think so,” he finally said. “I don’t recognize you. Maybe just from around campus?” He suggested.
“Maybe,” I agreed, but I wasn’t convinced. “Well, anyway, I’m Caelyx.”
“Isaak,” he introduced himself somewhat pointlessly, since Arie had already screamed his name across the courtyard. It didn’t ring any bells, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew him from somewhere. I’d have to think on it some more.
He sat down at our table and we all chatted a bit, until Ren appeared from the entrance to the residential hall, and made his way over to us.
“Jeez,” Kelani commented with some amusement as we all watched him approach. “Is everyone we know somehow inexplicably drawn to this table?”
“Maddy says I have to spend the night at your house, and you have to wait for Aspen in our room,” Ren said, once he’d stopped in front of me. The unquestioning obedience in his tonewas hilarious and I wanted to make fun of him for it, but the idea of waiting for Aspen in his room immediately had my pulse quickening and my cock perking up under the table. I’d been torturing myself all day fantasizing about him, even though I’d been explicitly told I wasn’t allowed to jerk off. And my dick was definitely not used to delayed gratification. Maybe I didn’t have a leg to stand on when it came to making fun of Ren for being obedient to his boyfriend.
“To be clear, is Aspen actually coming back soon or is Maddox just banishing me from going back to the house?” I asked. He’d already snapped at me for getting on his nerves while he’d been trying to study and told me to leave, which was how I’d found myself at the seagull feeding show.
“He’s on his way back,” Ren confirmed. “But also… Yeah, I think you might be banned,” he admitted, his dark brows drawn together as he regarded me with a bit of sympathy. I imagined Maddox had probably bitched his ear off about me on the phone or something. I wasn’t too offended. I was long used to our resident jock’s turbulent mood swings. I was just glad I wasn’t the one who’d have to fix it.
Grinning, I raised a shoulder in a shrug. “It’s cool. I’ll head up, then.”
I WENT THROUGHAspen’s toiletries and swiped his soap and shampoo to take into the dorm showers, which I was fairly sure I wasn’t allowed to do, since I technically wasn’t paying to live in the dorms. But if anyone noticed or cared, they didn’t say anything. Campus security was clearly not a priority at BBU.
The steam in the shower was thickly fragrant with Aspen’s distinct scent, and when I looked at the label on his shampoo, it mentioned pine and cedar. No wonder I was always imagining him in a deep, dark forest.
Breathing in his smell had my whole body sensitive and pulsing, and it made it way too easy to imagine him in there with me. My cock was fully stiff, straining up toward my navel, so bad I had to finish with a blast of cold water just so I wouldn’t have to hobble down the hall back to his room.
Back in there, I tossed and turned on his bed, restless and excited. I wanted to call him, but I was pretty sure he wouldn’t answer me while he was driving. Or maybe he would, but hearing his voice would be its own kind of torture at the moment. So I picked out one of his textbooks that was for a class we shared, and dragged it off his desk. Opening it, I forced myself to try and comprehend the words in front of me. It almost worked, kind of.
When the door opened and he entered, a happy little buzz traveled over me, from the top of my skull to the tip of my toes.
“Hi, Cupcake.”
“Wow,” he observed, shrugging out of his black hoodie and tossing it over the back of a chair. “Look at you, being all productive and well-behaved while you’re waiting.”
I nodded, blinking my eyelashes at him innocently. He didn’t have to know I’d only cracked this book open ten minutes earlier and about seven of those minutes had been spent thinking about him rimming me and then blowing my back out.
“Did you miss me?” I asked, snapping the book closed and setting it on his nightstand.
“You didn’t give me time to miss you,” he responded, leaning a hip onto his desk and regarding me a touch of aloof coolness in his hazel eyes. That expression had me back to hard and throbbing in an instant, ready to beg or behave or whatever he wanted from me. “You’ve been blowing up my phone all day.”
I grinned, trying to look appropriately abashed and knowing it wouldn’t work.
“Well,Imissedyou.”
“I could tell,” he acknowledged. “What did you miss about me?”
When his fingers started toying with the hem of his shirt, like he was contemplating pulling it off, my abs tightened and my mouth watered.
“Everything. Your face. Your voice. The way you try not to smile when you pretend to be annoyed with me.”
He snorted. “You think Ipretendto be annoyed with you?”
“Sometimes.”
He cocked up an eyebrow at my bluntness, but dragged his shirt over his head. The subtle ridges of muscle in his chest and abdomen rippled with the movement, my eyes devouring every inch of his exposed skin before I echoed his action and took mine off too.
“Okay, so we’re just… No prelude,” I determined. “We’re just getting right to it.”
