Page 53 of Close Quarters

“Are those two things separate?”

“What?”

“Like, if I tell you I’m happy you’re thinking about my dick, that’s a lie, and then I tell you the truth about my random boners in high school?”

“Well, I hope it’s not a lie.”

“Well,” he said, fingers dropping even lower. “I don’t know if my boners were any worse than anyone else’s. I learned how to conceal it like I’m sure a lot of guys did.”

“Ah yes, the good ol’ in the waistband trick. Still, hope you wore loose shirts, or someone would notice it peeking.”

“I wore baggy shirts, yeah.”

“Good call.”

“And,” he said, and I stopped as his fingers slid below the waistband of my pants and underwear, “it does make me happy you’re standing here thinking about my dick. Not in the way I would’ve chosen, but I’ve learned not to expect normal from you.”

“And you said I was bad at flirting.”

“Oh? How’s this?”

‘This’ was his hand sliding down until he found the base of my cock, giving it a few strokes with his slick fingers. If I wasn’t hard before, I was now as I felt him wrap his fingers around me. The waistband of my jeans was biting into my skin from his thick wrist, stretching it, but I didn’t care.

“That is a very nice kind of flirting,” I admitted, sucking in a slow breath.

“I noticed you put on one of your goddamn jockstraps when you were getting dressed earlier,” he told me in a low growl, still stroking me slowly.

“I always got the feeling you liked those ‘goddamn’ jockstraps,” I told him.

“First time I ever saw you in one was right before we got in trouble when you insisted on taking a shower outside,” he said, loosening his grip on my dick, much to my disappointment. “I was so mad at you that day.”

“You’re always mad at me,” I told him, leaning a little closer and pausing when his hand pulled out of my pants. “Tease.”

“Yeah, you still irritate the shit out of me,” he admitted with a smirk. “But that day, I was extra mad at you. Because I wanted to just be mad at you. Then you had to go and prance around in that fucking underwear. I wanted to rip them off you and bend you over right then and there.”

“I…had no idea,” I admitted.

I’d never thought much about when he started getting attracted to me. I had more or less figured it began around the same time it had with me. Then again, I had a hard time assessing when my feelings had started. I’d fought my attraction to him tooth and nail, that was until the day we finally snapped and took our fists to each other.

I still didn’t know what it said about us that we’d suddenly woken up to our attractions while beating the shit out of each other. We’d brawled for several minutes straight, causing each other pain, though thankfully, no lasting injuries. By the end, we were on the ground, covered in sweat, dirt, and blood, with him on top of me, trying to get me to relent and stop.

Uh, thinking of it that way made a lot more sense of how we’d ended up fucking.

“And that’s what I’ve been thinking about since then,” he told me, shoving his hand down the back of my pants and grabbing one half of my ass in a tight grip. “How I didn’t do anything that day. And how much I wanted to fuck you while you were wearing one of those things. Yet it never quite happened.”

“I mean, there’s always today,” I said, flinching in surprise when his finger slipped into the crack of my ass. It had been too smooth, and I realized he still had lotion on his finger. “Uh, Reno?”

My breath caught when I felt the tip of his finger slide into me. For a moment, I expected an intense burn, but…there was nothing. It definitely didn’t compare to the ache that filled me whenever we were a little too impatient to get to the main show, and he shoved his cock into me. Apparently, there was less fragrance in the lotion than I thought.

“There,” he sighed as he felt me relax, tilting his hand to shove all his fingers into me. He wasted no time, wiggling his fingers around, finding the bundle of nerves that forced a faint whimper out of me. “See, that’s how I’ve been feeling. All fucking day as I watched you, trying not to stare at your ass. I swear sometimes I could see the fucking straps of your underwear, and I’d have to find some way to cover my dick up.”

“Reno,” I pleaded softly. “C’mon. Don’t do this to me. We still have hours.”

“Why not? You’ve been doing it to me all day.”

“Not on purpose!”

“True,” he said, drawing my attention to his pants as he reached into his waistband. He managed to swivel his cock around so it was stuck in the band, practically staring up at me. And yeah, if he had reached full size in high school like every other guy, he would have definitely needed to wear a baggy shirt. “I’ve been like this half the day.”

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