After a second, he shakes his head. “No. Not really. But it’d be hot to watch. Youarean actor, Trevor, whether or not you think of yourself that way. I’ve been noticing it more and more in your videos. The way your tone changes. How you kind of embody whatever persona you think the viewer wants. You’re good at it. And I guess…”
“You guess what?”
Isaac meets my gaze before running a hand through my hair, something he seems to enjoy. “I guess I like knowing I’m the only one who gets the real you.”
I catch his hand, pulling it to my mouth. “My marshmallow.”
“Nooo,” he groans, shifting his palm to cover my lips. “If you care for me at all, you’ll never, ever call me that again.”
I chuckle against his hand. “Sure, brat.”
He gives me alook, but I can tell from the flush on his cheeks that he’s pleased by that particular nickname. After clearing his throat, he pats my chest once. “Now, if I’m not getting railed, I should probably get off your lap. You sure you’re good?”
“Better than good,” I promise.
He nods, accepting that as his feet hit the ground. He leans against the table, his hands braced on the edge. I have the sudden thought that if thiswerea porno, I’d be on my knees for Isaac first. I’d worship him for a good long while, until his legs could no longer support himself.ThenI’d rail him over the table.
Or maybe that’s my own personal fantasy. Because Isaac deserves to be worshipped before he’s taken apart.
“What are you thinking about?” Isaac asks, his voice hoarse.
I lift my eyes to his, not hiding whatever nuances might have been playing across my face. “You.”
He swallows. “And?”
“Your cock in my throat.”
“Jesus.” He shifts and clears his own throat. “There’s a window on the door, you know.”
“I know. It can wait until we’re alone.”
The sound Isaac makes sounds like agreement, even as his face shows something else entirely. Not disappointment exactly. Eagerness.
I stand, swiping my backpack from the ground. “You’ll let me know about going out?”
He nods. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, Red. I’ll be fine.”
He sighs before pushing off the table and taking the two steps needed to reach me. His hug is tight, his arms around my middle reminding me just how much shorter Isaac is than me. I wrap my arms around his shoulders in kind and kiss the top of his head.
“I’m not small,” he mutters, as if thinking the same thing.
My laugh is loud, a fact Isaac seems to find some measure of happiness in if his begrudging smile is any indication. “No, you’re not small. I’m just a little extra, and we both know it.”
“Alittleextra is not how I’d describe you. You’re a beast, Trevor. In the best way.”
I hum, running a hand along Isaac’s back. He still hasn’t let go. “Areyouokay, Red?”
“I’m allowed to be affectionate,” he says, almost like a grumble.
“Yes, you are.”
“I’m just pissed.”
“Okay?” I say questioningly.
He huffs. “I don’t like the idea of people being mean to you. This isn’t the first time you’ve mentioned being judged unfairly, and the idea that anyone could look at you and just…notseeyou pisses me off.”
