Page 75 of Freshman

“Look at me,” Nate purred. “Look at me while you suck my thumb.”

Alfie dragged his gaze up, and their eyes locked. Nate’s pupils engulfed the blue of his irises, and his lips were slightly parted as he drew in silent breaths. The eye contact made Alfie shiver, mouth trembling around Nate’s thumb as he sucked it gently.

“You’re a dirty tease, Freshman,” Nate whispered. “If you knew…if you only knew how much I lie in my bed and jerk off to you.”

Alfie pulled his mouth from Nate’s thumb. “Too much.”

“It’s nowhere near enough.”

Nate reclaimed Alfie’s hand in his and pulled it through the hatch into the darkness of the cell.

“Nate…”

He pressed Alfie’s hand to his cheek, then turned his head to kiss his palm. He breathed against Alfie’s skin.

“I hate the thought of anyone hurting you. That’s the hardest part of being in here. I want you to be safe and cared for, but the thought of anyone else doing that besides me makes me goddamn feral.”

Alfie opened his mouth, but no words followed. He snapped it shut. Never had anyone said anything like that to him before, with fire in their voice.

Nate moved Alfie’s palm down from his face, against his throat, and onto his bare chest.

His bare chest, which was warm and hard. Nate’s heart pounded, pressing against Alfie like it wasn’t underneath his skin but in his hand.

He felt sections of muscle, dips and bulges, and Nate shifted, standing, moving his body to get Alfie to touch more. Alfie couldn’t see him through the hatch, could only feel, and he swallowed when he was certain the sharp angle his fingers traced was a hip, then a small dip of a belly button that made Nate’s stomach twitch.

There was hair, trailing down, then Alfie felt Nate’s hard cock, and his mouth went dry.

Nate guided Alfie’s hand to touch him, wrapped his fingers around his erection to feel it pulse, to feel how tight the skin got, how aroused Nate felt. Alfie didn’t know what to do. He didn’t pull away, and he didn’t take over the stroking. He allowed his hand to be used, and when Nate groaned, low and dark, Alfie whimpered.

“This is what you do to me,” Nate whispered.

He knew Nate was getting close when his breathing changed from near silent to a pant. Their joined hands were wet and slippery as Nate continued to move them at a slow pace over his cock. Alfie twitched his fingers, giving more pressure when their hands rubbed the tip. He swiped his thumb over the end and bit his lip to catch his groan when Nate got wetter.

He got wet in Alfie’s hand.

Nate gasped, and Alfie felt him shudder.

His radio was there. He could’ve called for help. He could have fought harder to reclaim his hand, but he didn’t want to. He turned off all the niggling thoughts in his head and focused on the feel of hot flesh, the sound of Nate’s quickened breathing. Alfie’s stomach fizzled, his skin tingled, and his head filled with pleasant rushes.

The radio at his belt hissed, and Alfie snapped his eyes open.

Nate’s hand wasn’t guiding his anymore; it was just Alfie’s working Nate over, jerking him off through the hatch.

He let go, pulled his arm out of the cell, and closed the hatch.

He stared at his wet hand accusingly, then at his erection showing clear as day through his trousers.

“Fucking hell, Freshman,” Nate groaned, and it sounded pained. “You tease.”

Alfie scrunched his face. Reality crashed down on him. “I hate you.”

Nate chuckled breathlessly. “You don’t.”

Alfie looked at his hand, shining with precome under the lights. His tongue twitched; he swallowed the pooling saliva in his mouth.

He wanted to taste it.

“Fuck,” he murmured, rocking back and forth.

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