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“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Sounds fun.” He got up from the bed, and then, as if remembering he was supposed to hate me, he added, “Not that I’d ever play it or anything. Whatever you like has got to be bad in some way or another.”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’re a terrible influence, and I can’t be drawn in by whatever you’re trying to sell.” He went over to the dresser and pulled open a drawer.

I set the controller aside and moved to the edge of my bed, planting my feet on the floor and keeping my gaze pinned on Jay. “Alright, spill it. Why do you hate me so damn much?” I arched a brow and shot him a smirk. “Is it because of my insanely good looks and huge, hung, thick co?—”

“No,” Jay quickly cut me off. “It’s got nothing to do with any of that.”

“What does it have to do with, then?”

Jay narrowed his eyes to tiny slits. If daggers could fly from his pupils, I’m sure my chest would be impaled by about a dozen of them in that moment. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I want to shower and go over some lines. That’s it.”

Jay was likely close to my age—turned twenty-one a few months back—but he could wear a stern face in the way a stubborn eighty-year-old man would. He had a kind of maturity to him that I honestly found really hot. It was like he was one of the only few people I’d ever met who had their head screwed on right. He believed in what he believed in and stuck by it. That kind of conviction was attractive to me, even though it meant he was sticking to his strong dislike of me.

Definitely not hate. I couldn’t imagine Jay ever hating me. Not with the sneaky looks he gave me, or the flashes of the smile he’d offer me.

“Alright, go shower. You smell anyway.”

“What? No I don’t.” His eyebrows inched together. I could see his nose twitching. Probably trying to check himself.

God, I loved messing with him.

“I never said you smelled bad.” I gave him a wink and a grin as I leaned back into my pillows and grabbed the controller. I crossed my legs at the ankles and started the game up again. “I don’t think it’s even possible for you to smell bad. You always smell like… I dunno, roses? A little bit of leather? Some woodsy shit? Whatever it is, you always smell great.”

Jay pursed his lips and looked down at the bundle of clothes in his hands. “It’s Frank Slater. They make sure to source their colognes from all-natural ingredients. I didn’t know you liked it so much.”

“Jay, anything you do, wear, or say, I’m probably going to like.”

He looked like he was going to say some other smart, sarcastic comment that was going to make me want to kiss him even more. Instead, he shook his head and walked into the bathroom, sliding the door shut and locking it. The sound of the shower running came next, and I tried—really, I did—to not imagine him undressing only a couple of feet away from me.

I tried, and I failed. I could already practically imagine how his body would look standing naked and wet in front of me, water beading down his chest, over the divots of his hips, down his long and tasty dick.

I wanted him. Bad.

I set the controller down and slipped a hand into my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so I didn’t have to push anything aside or pull anything out. I shut my eyes and stroked. I’d been horny all day, so it didn’t take me long at all to get fully hard, my tip already wet with precum. In fact, ever since I started rooming with Jay, I found myself horny twenty-four seven. Normally, my sex drive was already high enough as it was, but something about being in such close quarters with a guy I wanted to lick from head to head to toe and back again made me sport a permanent boner.

My strokes got longer, my grip a little tighter. I could still hear the shower going. I throbbed in my grip, my balls feeling so fucking full.

Whatever, fuck it. I could blow off a quick nut and get back to thinking straight. I lifted my ass and pulled down my shorts. My stiff cock got stuck in the waistband and slapped my stomach when it was free.

I opened my legs and let a soft sigh escape my lips as I jerked off.

My strokes got faster, my balls tighter. Fuck, I wish I had Jay’s mouth to blow in.

Now that would be— “Ahhhhh!”

The shout came from inside the bathroom. I managed to pull up my shorts and get back onto my feet as the door slid open and Jay flew out. The towel that had been wrapped around his waist got snagged on the door handle and was yanked off, leaving him completely naked and falling directly into my arms. The water from the shower started to soak through my shirt and shorts. My cock twitched—so did Jay’s.

Well… this was certainly one way to live out my fantasy. The power of manifestation was pretty damn wild, huh? I had to remember to apologize to my crystal-carrying cousin, who always told me all I had to do to receive something was ask the universe for it.

Okay, universe, now please make Jay’s cock land in my mouth. Pretty please?

Chapter Five

Jay

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