Page 88 of Freshman

Nate tapped him on the nose. “I have you, and you don’t need to worry your pretty head over me.”

Alfie turned his head like a scolded child.

Nate tutted and cupped his cheek. “Don’t sulk, Freshman.”

Alfie resisted, and Nate moved forward and rested his lips to the shell of his ear.

“You opened the door.”

Alfie turned and stared slack-jawed at the new line he’d crossed. He’d pushed the door shut as he entered so if anyone looked up from the landing, they’d assume it was locked. The keys were heavy on Alfie’s hip, but Nate didn’t look at them once. His gaze was fixed on Alfie, and he rubbed his thumb against Alfie’s bottom lip.

Alfie slacked his jaw, letting Nate part his lips to rub deeper.

Nate’s thumb touched his tongue, and he touched back.

The outside lights shone on Nate’s face, and Alfie sank into his eyes, allowed them to drown him. He didn’t know who moved first, but suddenly the thumb had gone and their mouths clashed together with a hungered desperation, tongues swirling, teeth scraping on lips and noses whistling with the lack of air.

Alfie felt dizzy with need, and Nate drove forward with his tongue. Nate took over the kiss, decided the tempo and firmness, and Alfie clung on for the ride. The room shifted. Nate had shoved him down to the bed. His hands framed Alfie’s face, holding him steady as he forcefully kissed Alfie into the mattress. The sensation, the taste, even the scent of Nate so close overwhelmed Alfie. It was too much, but at the same time not enough.

Nate pulled back, then lifted Alfie’s legs onto the mattress so he was flat on the bed.

The tie was the first item of clothing Nate savagely attacked, with his teeth, then his crazed hands.

“If I could control myself, I’d tie your hands, but I don’t want to wait. Next time, though.”

Alfie shivered at the thought of a next time and nodded obediently.

Nate ducked down and pushed their lips together, lifting his mouth out of reach each time Alfie panted for more.

“You are something else, Freshman.” Nate leaned back and gripped the collar of Alfie’s shirt.

Alfie knew he was about to rip the clothing in two and quickly clamped his hands around Nate’s wrists. “Wait. You can’t.”

Nate huffed, then loosened his grip on the collar. He unbuttoned the shirt, face pulling in a snarl each time his fingers slipped and the button refused him. Once the last button was free, Nate opened the shirt like wrapping paper on a present and licked his lips at the gift. Alfie leaned up, and Nate tugged the shirt away before throwing it to join the discarded tie.

Alfie lay back down with his hands awkwardly on his chest.

Nate drew his eyebrows together and studied him for a few moments. He gripped Alfie’s wrists gently, lifted them above his head, then pressed them down firmly in their new position. Nate raised his eyebrow and removed his hands, but the imprints of his fingers shackled Alfie’s wrists to the top of the bed.

“The bar,” Nate breathed. “Grab the bar.”

Alfie took the bar of the metal bedframe into his hands.

Nate wanted him stretched out and bare, and Alfie wanted it too.

“Good, Freshman.”

His nipples stiffened in anticipation of a kiss.

Nate didn’t disappoint them. He dipped his mouth down, licking and sucking as if they were the only source of nourishment for his sex-hungry body.

Alfie groaned, moaned, and panted into his bicep, shifting on the mattress, not quite knowing what to do to buffer the onslaught of sensation. He sank his teeth in his arm to mask the pleasurable sounds and hoped the spark of pain would hold back the impending orgasm.

A warning rumble escaped Nate’s throat. He stopped caressing Alfie’s chest and tugged the sacrificial bicep free before kissing the indents. “No,” he whispered.

Alfie drew his eyebrows together and pressed his lips into a line. He puffed air in and out his nose, too afraid he would call out for Nate if he breathed through his mouth. They had to be quiet, but his body buzzed with the urge to moan and groan, to whimper in surrender.

Nate removed Alfie’s shoes, lowering each one gently to the floor. He turned his attention to Alfie’s belt, then tugged the tight trousers and pants halfway down Alfie’s thighs.

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