“No, I don’t,” he said. “You suck at life.”
“Wow. Good one.”
Elliot turned his head, their mouths inches away from one another.
Damon’s eyes darted from the screen to Elliot, falling to his lips. “We could be quick.”
“If you wanted to fool around, you should have just said so,” he said.
“I was trying to get you more hours on this game so you didn’t completely embarrass our team when we played as a squad tonight.” Damon tossed the controller and climbed onto Elliot’s lap, his knees squishing into the beanbag.
“Oh, you’re embarrassed of me, huh?”
“Yep. Your skills are terrible,” Damon said, cupping his jaw.
“All of my skills?” Elliot nipped at his thumb.
Damon’s mouth hung open, eyes hooding as he watched Elliot’s lips wrap around his thumb and suck. “Well…you know, it’s always good to get practice in.”
“I kinda want you to fuck me,” Elliot said.
Damon’s nostrils flared. “Do we have time?”
Elliot shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah, I can skip my next class.”
“I don’t want you to get behind, then you’ll spend more time away from me.”
“Ugh, Damon. Please, just—”
“We shouldn’t.”
“Damon,” he whined.
“Sorry, Elliot! Your schooling is important to me.” He moved to get off him.
Elliot hooked his fingers into his waistband. “Fine! I lied, okay?”
Damon raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t have class on Monday, Wednesday, Friday at eleven, okay? I told you I did because that’s when I go to the library to study.”
Damon’s jaw dropped. “You little liar.” He squeezed his thighs on either side of Elliot so he couldn’t escape and started tickling him.
“No, stop!”
“This is your punishment for lying to me,” Damon said, grinning wickedly as Elliot wiggled and squirmed under him.
He tried to grab Damon’s hands, but Damon flattened himself onto Elliot and wrapped his legs around his, using his body to press one of his arms into the beanbag.
“Damon, come on!” Elliot tried to catch his breath but just kept laughing. “You just said that”—giggle—“my schooling is”—giggle—“important.”
His left hand was flopping around, trying and failing to free himself. Damon grabbed his wrist and pinned him.
“It is, Elliot. You didn’t need to make anything up. You should know that I don’t want to get in the way of your schoolwork. Not that you need to be even smarter.”
“I know,” he said. “I did it for me too. It helped to think of it like a class I couldn’t skip. So I didn’t, you know, end up on the floor with your dick rubbing against mine.”
Damon ground down on top of him. “Like this?”
