Page 65 of Tongue-Tied

My own dick is so fucking hard, I could pound nails with it. But I ignore it as his muscles turn lax and he melts into the mattress, completely spent. His muscles continue to twitch as I release his softened cock and lick the slit for one last burst of come.

“Fuck, Dex,” he whispers as I slump beside him. “You…uh…I can’t even find the right words.”

“Good, now we’re even.”

We turn to our sides and breathe the same air. I lean forward to brush our lips together. “Go back to sleep.”

And he does, almost immediately, his soft snores making me smile.

But it’s more difficult for me. So, after another hour of tossing and turning, I cover him with the blanket, quietly get dressed, and pad out of the room.

I text Austin on my way back to Poli House so he doesn’t get the wrong idea.

Couldn’t get back to sleep, so I left to get some shit done. Thanks for the awesome end to our third date. Text you later.

When he doesn’t respond, I know he’s still asleep.

The house is quiet as I tiptoe up to my room and sink beneath my sheets.

Milo stirs soon after. “Where have you been, hot shot?”

“Fell asleep at Austin’s dorm.”

“Uh-huh.”

“No, really. But…” My pulse throbs. “Things are getting strange.”

“How so?”

“Nah, never mind.”

“Hey, I’m here for you. Besides, I told you about my awful date from the other night.” Apparently, they didn’t have any chemistry, but Milo felt obligated to stay throughout dinner because she was a friend of a friend.

“Okay, so…I’ve been helping Austin out with his dating life.”

He smirks. “What a good best friend you are.”

“I can’t tell if you’re mocking me.”

“Maybe a little. But it’s obvious how much you care about each other. I’ve told you that before. Are you sure you can’t see anything else between you?”

“Even if I did, I know how these things end.”

“What things?”

“Relationships. Look at my mom. She shows up crying and hurt.” All I told Milo was that her relationship ended badly. I didn’t mention how often it happened. “What if one of us hurts the other and that ruins our friendship? I don’t know if I can live with myself if that happens.”

“Or maybe it works out.”

“Stop being the devil’s advocate,” I scoff, and Milo chuckles.

“Can’t help that I’m good at it. Besides, you wouldn’t purposely hurt him.”

“No, of course not.” It’s true that my feelings for him have grown. Maybe even changed. I think about him way too often. And not just as a friend. “But maybe I’m also scared he’ll hurt me.”

“Ah, now we’re getting to the root of the matter.”

“Ugh.” I trail a hand down my face. “How much do I owe you for therapy?”

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