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I haven’t had sex since summer break started, and I’m starting to think I’m in a relationship with my hand. The problem with that is I’m so scared of commitment I don’t want to get to the point I have to amputate it so we can break up.
Jacobs may hate me, but I love it when he snaps at me. And that scowl? At first I thought I liked it because I’m an attention whore and I didn’t care what form it came in. Now I’m wondering if I like it because it makes him look … gorgeous.
Okay, and maybe, just maybe, part of me hopes he did it as some sort of gesture that things are changing between us. Like we could be friends. Or … more—
When he shifts again, I can feel him. He’s hard. I have to force myself to avoid looking down. I’m mesmerized by the thought that he’s hard for me. “Fuck this.” I close the gap and touch my lips to his.
“Uh, nope. You hate me. I have nothing against you. Although, all of me was just against you, so there’s that.”
“I like when you scowl at me. It’s … kinda hot.” “And now you’re mocking me. Fuck you.” “Hmm, well, tempting, but you won’t even let me kiss you.”
He grunts in frustration. “I hate you.” “Mm, talk dirty to me.”
“I liked kissing you, okay! It was hot, and it made me hard, and I swear I’ve jerked off so much to the thought of it, I was worried my dick would fall off. I wanted to see if it was a fluke.”
“And, just so you know? You don’t have to like me to kiss me back. I won’t tell anyone.”
There’s nothing sweet or teasing about it, and the roughness has me so fucking hard I can’t think straight. Which seems fitting since there’s nothing straight about this moment.
I wonder if I should freak out about kissing a man, but either that’s coming tomorrow or I’ve questioned my sexuality enough times that this seems completely normal.
“We’re doing that again,” Beck says. “What?” I pull back a little so I can see his expression, but bad move. Because now I’ve seen his orgasm face, it’s all I can picture. He nods and pushes forward until he’s rolled me onto my back. “Yeah. Again, and again, and again …”
“I love your hair,” he says, carding his fingers through it. “I want to grip it tight while you suck me off.”
Just think … I can’t give you any smart-assed comments while you’re shoving your cock down my throat.”
“You don’t wanna shower?” I nod to the mess left on his chest. Beck laughs and picks up my shirt to clean it off. “Wouldn’t want to wash your scent off me, big guy. Not after you went to all that effort of claiming me.”
“Tomorrow night?” Jacobs snorts. “Depends on how much you piss me off tomorrow.” I pause. “Wait, I don’t know what that means. With normal people, I’d assume it means not to piss you off, but as we’ve established you like it when I make you mad. So …”
He throws one of his pillows at me, but I duck out of the way. “See, I’m so confused. Is that flirting or telling me to go away?” He glares at me. “Okay, that’s more straightforward.”
I kick everyone out of my room and fall face-first onto my bed, wishing like hell it wasn’t so empty.
I’ve been on my best behavior all day because there’s a fine line between riling Jacobs up and him wanting to murder me. My newfound enjoyment of manhandling does have some limits. Rough sex, good. Murder, bad.
Not that I think he’d ever take a swing at me. I just get the feeling he’s been close. A lot.
He goes to walk off, but I grab the sleeve of his jersey to stop him. I lower my voice. “Am I coming over tonight?” His gaze darts down the chute, and he bites his lip. I want to offer to bite it for him.
“Last one in the locker room buys drinks at McIntyre’s.” I groan. “I’m going to sound fifty, but didn’t they drink enough last night?”
We head down the corridor to the locker room, but just before crossing over the threshold, I stop and shove Jacobs forward. “What the f—” “Oops. I guess I have to pay now.”
Adorable
How Grant went four years in a locker room surrounded by dicks without getting hard I’ll never know. I’m only interested in one dick, and knowing it’s only twenty feet away, my cock is trying to reach out like a homing beacon.
“Who was she, then?” I say, still fighting like hell not to smile. “No one special.” He cocks his head. “Wasn’t even that good, actually.” I burst out laughing because I know for a fact that’s bullshit.
“You’re giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes again,” Beck taunts. “What?” “You know how that glare does it for me.”
“Couldn’t wait, huh, Topher?” “Actually I really needed to shut you up.” I grab his face and press a hard kiss against his mouth that he quickly returns.
“See you inside.” “What? What about …” He gestures to his erection. “Maybe it’s time you learned how to work for something.”
He sets out the drinks, and when he gets to me, he hands over a Coke. “What the hell is this?” He winks. “I’m doing the vamp a favor. No one likes a sloppy hookup, Topher.”
Fuck you, I mouth. The asshole blows me a kiss.
“Ooh, the scowly one is cute. Who’s that?” the second blonde says. I look over and smile because that one’s coming home with me. “Taken. Sorry.
The walk back to the dorms is too far, and my dick complains. “Are we there yet?” Oh wait, nope. That’s me complaining.
“I’m fully kinky. BDSM. Whips, chains … ball gags.” He eyes me skeptically. “Okay, fine, I watch a lot of porn, okay?” “More believable. Though the image of you with a ball gag in your mouth so you can’t talk is really appealing. Like … it might actually be the hottest thing my mind has ever conjured.”
“What, you scared? What happened to ‘it’s so small you can’t even see it’? Different story now it’s going down your—” I cover the head with my mouth to shut him up. It works. Well, it changes the topic anyway. “Holy fucking, shit fucking fuck.”
Jacobs reaches for my chin and leans in. “You missed a spot.” As he kisses his own cum off my skin, I almost lose my composure.
I started picturing the possibility of us hooking up, but none of those fantasies came anywhere close to how things are with Beck. Grant … intrigued me. Beck sets my fucking blood on fire.
“Aw, you big baby. Need me to kiss it better?” I’m about to tell him to fuck off when his lips press against my eyelid. And against all my better judgment, against years of hating the guy, something softens inside me.
“You’re still here.” “What gave it away?”
“One day you’re going to admit you like my company without wincing or pausing.” “Maybe.” He smiles. “One day.”
Turns out I like hanging out with him when he isn’t constantly angry with me.
Jacobs tries to hide a smile but fails, and when our order is called, he’s quick to jump up to get it. I assume he moves fast so he either doesn’t insult me or doesn’t admit that he wants another night too.
“You know, this is practically a date.” Jacobs sprays coffee all over the table, and I lean back in my seat victorious.
“Aww, Baby.” I wipe a tear off her cheek. A throat clears beside us. All the guys in the booth are watching in confused fascination. All except Jacobs, who’s flicking his cold gaze between the both of us.
Someone's jelly
I’m hit with the weirdest urge to step forward and stake my claim. Fuck Cohen, fuck the campers, fuck baby.
When we arrive on the ground floor, he links his fingers gently through mine and tugs me across the foyer.
Holding hands holding hands holding handsssss
Teddy Junior Beckett.
Wow that's quite a name
He smiles at me from across the table, and there’s no hint of his earlier annoyance. “Topher and Teddy. I like it.”
CUTE
Dear God, I’ve spent my day picturing Beck fucking his sister. Isn’t that punishment enough?
Bruh
You saw us and you got jealous.” “I wouldn’t say jealous.” “I would.”
Beck leans in. “I don’t want to fuck around with anyone but you. No guys, no girls, definitely not my sister. Just your dumb ass.”
