“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” I yell so loud my lungs burn and explode down Chase’s throat. He swallows every last drop, continuing to suck me until I’m almost pleading for him to stop.

  “Let me take care of you,” I request once he lets me go.

  He shakes his head with a cocky grin. “Don’t worry about it. The second I tasted you, I blew my load.”

  I jolt upright as my real-life orgasm takes over, and I paint my stomach in a layer of cum. My breathing is rapid and shallow as I ride out the high. I’ve never come this hard in my entire life. If just a daydream could give me such an intense orgasm, what would the real-life thing be like?

  It could only be better.

  My head falls against the bed again, and I let my breathing even out before eventually climbing out of bed to clean up myself. Using a towel on my floor, I wipe myself down, wrap it around my waist, and rush to the bathroom for a quick shower. It’s a miracle I don’t run into any of my roommates along the way.

  I discard the used towel into the hamper once I’m in the confines of the bathroom and grab a clean towel out of the closet.

  My heart is still beating fast when I step into the shower, and my head is foggy. How the hell did I go from not wanting to date Chase to having a fantasy-driven orgasm about him?

  I can no longer deny that I’m into Chase. And now I also know that we have things in common.

  I just pray that by taking this plunge, it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHASE

  Saturdays used to be my favorite day, but Wednesdays are quickly taking that place, along with Sundays. Any day I’m able to see Gabe is the best day.

  There’s an extra pep in my step as I head toward the library, but it isn’t just because I’m about to see the guy I am kind of crazy about. It’s also because we got our newest assignment handed back today, and I got a passing grade. My first one of the semester. My professor even told me if I kept up the hard work, not only would I stay above the minimum, but my final grade should be well above passing. I was beyond excited. I might have earned myself a headshake from my professor when I jumped up and fist-bumped the air shouting, ‘yes’ over and over again, but he also had a smile on his lips, so I know he wasn’t too irritated with me.

  I gave my coach the good news at practice this afternoon. He told me how proud of me he was, which also stroked my ego, making for a really fantastic day overall. And it’s only going to get better because I’m on my way to see Gabe.

  When I enter the library, I head to the second floor and toward the back, where my sexy tutor is waiting. “Hey, handsome, I’ve missed you this week,” I tell him with a wink, dropping my bag to the floor and pulling out my chair.

  “Why would you do something silly like that?” he asks with a raised brow, the corners of his lips twitching while he fights a smile.

  “I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because you gave me a kiss that was fucking hard to forget the other night,” I inform him.

  His cheeks pinken, and the smile finally breaks free. “Stop flirting. It’s time to study,” he scolds, but there’s no heat behind his words.

  “Can I flirt once we’re done studying?” I ask.

  He sighs, but his grin grows. “I suppose.”

  I internally give myself a high five, then move to grab my textbook and the graded assignment. “Check this out,” I cheer, handing over the piece of paper.

  The way his face lights up fills me with even more pride. “This is amazing, Chase. We’ve only been working together for about two weeks, and you’re already turning things around. I told you you weren’t dumb.”

  My cheeks hurt from how widely I’m smiling, and the tips of my ears warm. I’m not one who gets embarrassed by compliments, but Gabe’s praise is causing me to be a bit bashful.

  “But one passing assignment isn’t enough, so let’s work on your next one,” he instructs, and I nod, pulling out my laptop.

  I mostly work on my assignment by myself, but Gabe is there whenever I have a question. Being in his presence gives me the confidence I have never felt before in this course.

  “Can I flirt now?” I ask after we’ve finished our hour of studying.

  Gabe chuckles and lifts a shoulder. “Would you stop if I said no?” he asks.

  I put my finger on my chin and stare at the ceiling as if deeply thinking about his question before shaking my head. “I don’t think so.”

  He laughs again, and I can’t help but join in this time.

  “You’re a really great kisser,” I tell him, loving the way he blushes.

  “You’re not so bad yourself,” he murmurs.

  “What are you up to tomorrow night?” I check.

  “Working,” he grumbles, his smile fading a little.

  “Do you not like your job?” I inquire.

  Gabe shakes his head. “It’s not that. The job itself is fine. I’m just tired. It’s not cheap putting yourself through college, even with my scholarship.”

  My heart aches a little for him. I can’t even begin to wonder what it’s like because I’ve never had that struggle. My scholarship covers my living expenses. Even if it didn’t, my parents would help cover them while I’m here. I hate that Gabe doesn’t have that kind of support, but a lot of students don’t.

  “Want to grab a bite to eat?” I ask, not wanting to say goodbye yet.

  “I suppose I could eat,” he replies, putting his supplies away.

  “Can we call this a date, or are we still just friends?” I inquire as we walk out of the library. “Because I’m not sure about you, but I’ve never kissed a friend the way we kissed the other night.”

  His cheeks pinken again, and he shakes his head. “I don’t kiss most people the way I kissed you,” he whispers. “Obviously, I was fighting whatever this is, but you make me feel like a different person. I like it.” My chest puffs out a little at his admission, and I love that I’m able to make him feel like that.

  “What’s going on tomorrow?” he asks as we head to my car.

  “My best friend, Rio, is playing in round one of the championships for soccer. I know you aren’t a sports guy, but I figured you could meet my friends this way,” I tell him.

  “You want to introduce me to your friends already?” His eyes are wide, like the idea is absurd.

  “Why wouldn’t I?”

  He shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess I’m still a little shocked that a guy like you would want to date me. Maybe a part of me was thinking you were going to want to keep this on the down-low.”

  I stop walking and put my hands on Gabe’s shoulders. “You’re not a dirty little secret, and if anyone has ever made you feel like that, they deserve to rot in hell. I like you, Gabe. I’m not afraid to let anyone know that. Besides, my friends are already well aware of my feelings for you.”

  His pretty mouth parts, and he stares at me for a moment. “Do you really mean that?”

  I nod. “Absolutely. I’ve never been one to lie.”

  Taking a chance, I lean in and press my lips to his, even though we are standing in the library's parking lot. Anyone could see us, but that’s kind of the point. I want him to know I’m not ashamed of him.

  The kiss is simple since I don’t want to get in trouble for public indecency because if it turns into anything like the other night, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself. The thought has me biting back a moan. And my breath catches when Gabe melts into me, his arms wrapping around me to pull me closer. He licks at my lips, and it almost does me in. I have to take him somewhere else soon, or we’re both going to be in a lot of trouble. It takes almost all of my strength to break the kiss, and I don’t miss the way Gabe pouts when I do so.

  “Would you like to come back to my apartment for a little bit?” I whisper against his lips, praying I’m not being too forward.

  “I’d like that,” he replies quietly, which brings a giant smile to my lips.

  I grab his hand and pull him to my car, walking a little faster than earlier.

  Gabe chuckles and squeezes my hand. “Slow down, you big oaf. Not everyone has long legs like you,” he chastises playfully.

  “I could carry you,” I suggest, earning me a cute glare.

  “Try it, and I’ll show you that even short people can cause bodily damage. If you like your balls attached to your body, I suggest you keep my feet on the ground. While we’re in public, anyway.” The end of his sentence comes out barely audible, but I hear it, and it has my cock aching.

  I slow my steps so Gabe doesn’t have to run to keep up with me.

  “Do you have roommates?” Gabe asks once we are in front of my car.

  “Two of them. Rio, the soccer player, his real name is Arthur Leon, by the way, but it’s a long story about how he got his nickname, and Brett Henderson, who plays football with me, but everyone calls him Hendo.”

  “What is it with you jocks and the weird nicknames?” he inquires.

  I lift a shoulder. “It’s just something the majority of us do. It’s kind of like a rite of passage once you earn your nickname. Most guys are just abbreviations of their last names, but some have fun ones because they did something memorable. Like Rio and my buddy, Teddy.”

  “How is Teddy a nickname based on something memorable?” Gabe questions.

  I smirk at him. “His real name is Brendon Morgan. He got the nickname because he lost his teddy bear one day when we were playing an away game. He freaked out and had the entire team searching for it. He swore he couldn’t play without being able to sleep with the damn thing the night before. I’m not sure if you know this or not, but athletes can be very superstitious,” I inform him before continuing the story. “We eventually found it at the front desk of the hotel lobby. It must have fallen out of his bag. The receptionist assumed it belonged to a child. She almost didn’t want to turn it over to the bunch of jocks, but Brendon eventually convinced her it was his, and the rest is kind of history. Now, the only name he really goes by is Teddy. I haven’t heard his real name in years.”

  “That’s actually kind of awesome… the creative ones, anyway. The last-name ones are still a bit stupid,” he mumbles.

  I laugh. “You’re not wrong, but it would be hard to come up with creative ones for everybody. I mean, some people are kind of boring.”

  Gabe chuckles. “How did you end up with a last name nickname? And don’t tell me it’s because you’re boring. I know that’s not true.”

  I smile at him and nod. “True, I’m definitely not boring, but I’ve had my nickname since middle school when I wasn’t as outgoing. It was easy to just stick with it. But nicknames are open to change, so who knows, maybe I’ll do something batshit crazy one day and earn a new one.”

  “I’ve never had a nickname,” he whispers. “And I usually insist people call me by my full name, but when you called me Gabe earlier this evening, it didn’t make my skin crawl like it normally does. I actually liked it.”

  “If you want me to call you Gabriel, I will,” I assure him.

  He shakes his head. “No, I like it when you do it. It feels special.”

  I grin at him. “I like that I’m the only one you let call you it.”

  The drive to my apartment is quick, and when we get out of my car, I grab Gabe’s hand again, wanting to touch him in any way I can.

  “This is a nice place,” Gabe notes as we make our way to the third floor.

  “Thanks, a lot of GSU athletes live in this building since it’s super close to campus.”

  Gabe nods. “Yeah, I lucked out being able to live at Victor’s house. I don’t have a car, so being within walking distance is necessary.”

  “It must still suck when there’s a blizzard, though,” I reply, and he shrugs.

  “It’s not ideal, but I’d rather spend my money on food and living expenses than a car.”

  Sometimes I forget how privileged I am. My parents bought me my car as a graduation present, and I never thought twice about it. Maybe that makes me an asshole, but it wasn’t out of malice. Now that I’m dating Gabe, I do feel like a dick for not being more grateful. At least that’s something I can change.

  Reaching my apartment, I let us in, and Gabe takes in where I live. As he looks around, I take a second to see this place through new eyes. The main living area is simple with cream walls, two oversized leather couches, a big-ass television with a killer sound system, and all the gaming consoles a guy could ask for. The kitchen is off the living area, with a breakfast bar separating the two spaces.

  “Welcome to my humble abode,” I say.

  “Who are you talking to?” Hendo asks, coming out of his room. His eyes go wide when they land on Gabe. “You must be the tutor. I’m the better-looking roommate, Brett, but you can call me Hendo.”

  Gabe blushes, and I hate that he’s doing it for him. My back molars grind together, and I huff out a breath.

  Hendo laughs, but Gabe looks confused. “Are you okay?” he whispers.

  “He’s fine, just jealous,” Hendo supplies and has the audacity to wink at Gabe.

  I growl at him, which only makes him laugh harder.

  Gabe squeezes my hand and leans into me, reassuring me with his body that he’s there with me, not Hendo.

  “Is Rio already asleep?” I check, and Hendo nods.

  “He needs as much rest as possible for the first big game tomorrow,” he replies.

  “Makes sense. Well, now that you seem to be done flirting with my date…” I growl out, “… let me properly introduce the two of you. Brett, this is Gabriel. Gabe, this is my idiot friend and roommate, Brett.”

  Gabe chuckles and reaches out his hand to Hendo. “It’s nice to meet you. You can flirt all you want, but I’m not usually one to go for jocks…” He pauses and points his thumb toward me. “This one is the exception.”

  I shoot Hendo a cocky grin, then wrap my arm around Gabe’s shoulder. “Take that,” I goad my friend, sticking my tongue out at him. “If you need us, we’ll be in my room. Don’t need us.”

  Hendo laughs at me as I guide Gabe down the hall.

  “I got the best bedroom,” I say, opening the door. “It’s the only one with an en suite, so I don’t have to share with my knuckle-head friends.”

  “How did you get so lucky to snag this room?” he asks, and I can’t help but snicker at the memory that pops up.

  “We had a competition,” I start. “Whoever could eat the most hot wings in an hour got the room.”

  Gabe laughs, shaking his head. “How many did you manage to eat?”

  “I only needed to eat fifty. The other two tapped out at that point. I’m pretty sure I could have managed a hundred easily, though.”

  I won’t bring up how rotten my guts would be after eating that many hot wings. I don’t need to kill the mood before we even get started.

  “I was wondering when I was going to see your personality shine in your apartment,” Gabe muses out loud, taking in my space.

  “We all agreed to keep the main living areas neutral zones, but our bedrooms were a free-for-all,” I explain.

  He nods, staring at my mini trophy shelf. I didn’t bring all my trophies with me when I moved in because it would be kind of pointless since I won’t live here forever, but I wanted to have the special ones.

  “Is this a bowling trophy?” Gabe asks with a smirk.

  “Damn right. I got that when I was six,” I tell him, picking it up and taking it with me while I move to sit on the bed.

  Gabe joins me, leaning into me. Damn, I really like having him here.

  “My dad decided he wanted to try bowling, but my mom thought it was boring, and my other siblings weren’t old enough, so I became his partner. We went three nights a week, and I loved it. But it wasn’t the sport that I loved the most. I loved spending time with my dad. It didn’t hurt that I was naturally talented at it, either. My dad, however, was not. But he also enjoyed spending time with me. After one year of bowling three nights a week, my dad entered me into a kid’s championship, and I won this.” I shake the trophy in my hand. “There were only ten of us, so the competition wasn’t that steep, but it was the first trophy I ever won, and I did it with my dad by my side. This one is always going to mean the most to me.”

  “That’s really sweet,” Gabe remarks, and I set the trophy down.

  “What can I say? I’m like an onion. I’ve got many layers. Sweet is just one of them.”

  Gabe laughs. “Is corny one as well?”

  I shrug, pursing my lips. “Maybe.”

  We sit there silently for a moment or two, and I contemplate what I should do. I don’t want to just jump him. That doesn’t feel right, and I’m also afraid it will make him run.

  “Can I kiss you again?” I ask, unable to stand the silence anymore.

  Gabe beams at me. “I’d love that.”

  Before I kiss him, I gently remove his glasses, setting them on my nightstand. Then I press my lips to his, my hand coming up to caress his face. He sighs and leans into me more, and with my other hand, I grab his hip, encouraging him to straddle me.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he whispers against my lips. “I’m normally so calculated, yet you break me out of my shell, and it doesn’t even terrify me.”

  I smile. “I’m different around you too. I’ve never had to chase after anyone, and I never would have wanted to before I met you. The moment I met you, I knew you were someone I wanted to get to know better, and now that you’re here in my arms, I don’t think I’ll ever want to let you go.”

  “Can you promise me something?” he asks, and I nod.

  “Anything.”

  “Don’t break my heart,” he pleads.

  “I would never,” I assure him before smashing my lips back to his.

  He moans into my mouth, and I take the opening to slide in my tongue. He grinds his hips into me, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. There are far too many layers between us, and I’m desperate to have my hands on his skin.

  “Can we get rid of some of these barriers?” I ask, grabbing the hem of his shirt.

  “Absolutely,” he agrees eagerly and helps me remove his shirt.

 

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