Bryce chuckled and kissed him. “I can do that.” Bryce rested his hand on Sage’s side. “I never saw this.”
“Me or a man?”
“You.” Bryce smiled as he watched his fingers trace Sage’s ribs. “I could look at a man and think he’s attractive but never wantedto touch him. After our kiss, it’s all I can think about.” Bryce looked at Sage. “You.”
Sage smiled and touched Bryce’s jaw. “I know what you mean. This is new and exciting and scary, but I want it. I want you.”
Bryce leaned over and kissed him, feeling Sage return it. “We said slow, and here we are having sex.”
Chuckling, Sage kissed his chin. “I wanted to wait too.”
“We failed that assignment.” Bryce inhaled, taking the scent of sex and Sage deep into his lungs, and felt his cock twitch. Sage must have felt it too because he kissed Bryce and pulled him on top of him. “Sage?”
“I want you to fuck me.” Sage ran his hands over Bryce’s back and grabbed his ass, causing Bryce to gasp. Bryce kissed him, moaning when Sage grabbed his ass again.
“I need to get you ready.”
“Do it.”
Bryce took his time, making sure Sage was stretched. First one finger, then two, and eventually three, and with help from Sage, Bryce found his prostate and teased him with it. Sage was writhing on the bed, begging for Bryce to fuck him. By the time Bryce pushed inside, Sage was whimpering, his nails digging into Bryce’s skin.
“Fuck, Bryce, that feels so good.” Sage tightened around Bryce’s cock, causing him to groan. He held still until Sage begged him to move.
Sliding out, he trembled at the tight heat that encased his dick. Sage felt so good wrapped around him; the feeling made Bryce tremble. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Move, Bryce. I want to feel you.”
“It doesn’t hurt?” Bryce had had Sage’s dick in his ass, so he knew it wasn’t exactly pain-free.
“Yes, but I like it. Fuck, Bryce. Move.” Sage growled as he spoke. “Fuck me.”
Bryce kissed him, plunging his tongue into Sage’s mouth as he thrust in and out of his ass. Sage gripped him tight, his hands on Bryce’s back, holding him as they kissed. His feet were on Bryce’s ass, urging him to keep moving.
Bryce’s body lit up, his orgasm growing. Sage muttered his name, arching back and then crying out. His ass gripped Bryce’s dick, and Bryce whimpered at how good it felt.
Chapter Sixteen
The lab ran late again. By the time Sage signed out, his eyes felt gritty from the lights and his back ached from leaning over the bench. He tossed his gloves, washed his hands, and checked his phone at the door and sent a message to Bryce.Movie night at Union? 7:00
It took only a minute for Bryce to respond.I’m in. I’ll grab seats.
Cutting across the quad, Sage held on to the hood of his hoodie as the wind rushed around him. Students moved fast with their heads down. Sage kept going. He wanted a shower and twenty minutes without thinking about coursework or what people were saying.
The apartment was warm by the time Sage stepped inside. He hung his jacket, turned the shower on hot, and stood under it until he felt warm. Once he was finished, he dressed quickly in a clean T-shirt, hoodie, and jeans. He grabbed a beanie and texted Bryce.Leaving now.
Second row from the back. Right side. Popcorn secured.
The student union lobby was busy but not too loud by the time he got there. Posters for a blood drive and a poetry night were pinned to a board. The auditorium doors stood open, and inside, the screen was a rectangle of blue with the media player menu up. People filtered in, talking in low voices. Someone dropped a cup. Someone else laughed too loud and got shushed.
Bryce had found a row near the back, close enough to the aisle that they could bail if it got boring. Popcorn on the seat, soda next to it, jacket folded and set on the empty chair next to him. He looked over when Sage stepped in, and his mouth went soft at the corners in a way he didn’t show anyone else.
“So you beat me,” Sage said, dropping into the seat.
“I left the lab on time,” Bryce said. “Franklin threatened to lock the doors.”
“Threats work.”
“Sometimes.”
