“I’m behind.”
“There’s no final exam you need to cram for, cutie.”
“Easy for you to say. You’ve done it all already.”
“But I haven’t done it with you.” Roman smiled and looked so sexy that Ezra wanted to climb out of their blanket burrito and straddle him again. If only he weren’t so cozy right where he was. Still, Ezra burned with curiosity. Sex with Roman was a geometric proof that needed solving.
“I only have twenty-two weeks until graduation,” Ezra said with a huff of impatience. And there were definitely more than twenty-two items remaining.
Roman’s brow furrowed in consternation. “I promise you we’ll get through the list before then. Now, I have another proposition for you.” Ezra eyed him warily because Roman’s propositions generally had to do with food. “I’m working on a new concept for a restaurant, and I’d like your input on some of the menu items.”
“No way,” Ezra said, seeing right through Roman’s scheme. “This is just your way of tricking me into trying new things,”
“It is not. I value your feedback. You’re a tough critic.”
“I’m not a good taste tester, Roman. Or a good judge of food. I like plain things. And if you try to sneak in something disgusting like bleu cheese…” Whatever Ezra’s response to that kind of subterfuge, it would not be pretty.
Roman’s mouth opened wide, as if he were mortally wounded by Ezra’s accusation, but he wasn’t as innocent as he looked. Ezra vividly remembered broccoli night when he’d had to try the vegetable a million different ways before Roman was convinced that he just didn’t like it.
“I promise I will tell youeveryingredient,” Roman assured him. “I’d really like your help on this, Ezra. Please?”
Roman knew what that word did to him, especially when paired with his puppy dog eyes and pitiful pouty face. It didn’t hurt that he’d just given him his first hot tub orgasm. He’d probably timed it that way.
“You’re taking advantage of me,” Ezra said.
“How so?”
“You planned this… this seduction.”
Roman’s hand dipped under the blanket to rub the inside of Ezra’s thigh, causing him to squirm in delight. “I think you’re the one who seduced me with your cute purple socks and your tight, tiny undies.”
Ezra pretended like he didn’t know that was true. (He’ddefinitelyplanned that.) “I like my privates to be close to my body. That way nothing can get at them.”
“I can still get at them,” Roman teased. He walked two fingers up Ezra’s thigh and petted his privates, causing him to whine a little because it felttoogood. Roman wasn’t fighting fair.
“Back to your question,” Ezra said. “I will taste test your questionable cuisine, but if you serve me something truly disgusting or try to trick me into eating something that looks like something else, I will have a meltdown unlike any you’ve seen before.”
“Worse than the Bleu Cheese Incident?”
Ezra shuddered at the memory of it. “So much worse.”
“So, I shouldn’t serve you a cheeseburger that’s really a cake?” Roman teased.
“Noooo,” Ezra said, not even wanting to imagine it.
“Or a hot dog that’s actually a block of cheddar.”
“Roman,” Ezra pleaded. He was really taking this too far.
“I’m sorry, babe. Come over here and kiss me so I can make it better.”
Ezra yanked away the entire blanket and wrapped it around himself like a cape before crawling across the couch to settle on Roman’s supine form. Roman’s groin was warm, and Ezra pressed his genitals against him, their soft penises nudging one another in a comforting embrace.
“You just wanted an excuse to kiss me,” Ezra grumbled.
Roman smiled without shame. “You caught me.”
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