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“Who says I can’t?” He says it so easily. How does he do that?

“You know this is temporary, right? I’m never coming out. I can’t. After school is over, I’m going to work with my family. I’m never getting out of this hellhole.”

He reaches up and places his hand on my cheek, holding my eye contact. “You can do whatever you want to. With me. With your future. It’s not set in stone.”

I start to shake my head, but he stops me by placing his lips against mine and kissing me hard. I get lost in it again, thrusting against him. My balls draw up tight to my body, screaming for release. I want this. I want to come with him—not just another person, for the first time in my life—but Jonah.

Sweet, wide-eyed, happy, confident, beautiful Jonah.

I only feel him hesitate for a second before his hands go to the waist of my shorts, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes, asking for my permission. I give him a slight nod, even though I’m terrified and shaking. I want this. Badly.

Not because I feel pressured or like I have to. But because I want it.

I want to make him feel good. I want to know what it’s like to send him over the edge. He pulls my shorts down just enough to free my achingly hard shaft, but he doesn’t look down. He doesn’t pull his eyes away from mine.

I know he’s freeing his own cock, and I want to look, but I can’t look away from his face. His lips are parted and shiny with my spit. He brings one hand to his mouth, and I watch as he licks his palm, letting it get soaking wet with his saliva, a whimper escaping my throat.

He brings his hand between us, and as he wraps it around both of us, he leans in and kisses me hard. It’s all so much, kissing him as our shafts slide against each other, rutting against each other.

My balls are tight and heavy, wanting release. I’m afraid for it to be over. I never want it to end, but tingles race up my spine as I thrust against his hard, hot flesh. He comes right before I do, his sticky release splashing against the head of my dick, sending me over the edge.

I cry out into his mouth and slide through the sticky cum, his and mine, until I can barely move.

He kisses my lips and my face, grasping the sides of my head and reassuring me that it’s okay. “That was so fucking good,” he gasps against my mouth.

I can only nod as I do my best to kiss him too. The realization of what we just did coming to me, but I don’t run away. “We should clean up,” I say, but I don’t move off him.

He kisses the corner of my mouth and my cheek, then my nose, still grasping my face. “We will.” He pulls back to look me in the eyes. “Are you freaking out?”

“I should be,” I say honestly. “But I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

He grins. “Stick around. I have more things we can try.”

I should end it right here, tell him we can’t do that again. Tell him that it was a one-time thing and we’re only friends. But something else entirely comes out of my mouth. “Can’t wait.”

I realize how true that is when my dick twitches between us, trying to get ready for another round. Not. Tonight.

We need to clean up, and I need to get home, but . . .

Soon.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

jonah

I’m on a high, walking into school the next morning. I expected Calvin to freak out last night, but he didn’t.

Somehow, he didn’t.

We just cleaned up and played Fortnite for another hour, both sneaking in quick little glances as we played before he went home. I didn’t get to kiss him again, which I hate, but maybe tonight?

I like that there’s a possibility of that now.

I can tell he’s nervous this morning as I approach him, but when I say hi, he returns the word. So he’s not ignoring me. I feel a bright sense of hope that maybe this can work out.

Just temporary.

His words ring in my ears, and I should want that. I’m going to college next year. Playing college football. I have to focus. I shouldn’t be willing to have a long-distance, probably still heavily-in-the-closet boyfriend—but that’s exactly what my mind goes to.