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Henry

“Hold on, hold on,” I told Blake, juggling my phone and the bottle of lube. “I don’t want to get my phone all slippery. I need to go set it down.”

“Spoilsport,” Blake said with a laugh.

“Youwantme to get this very expensive piece of technology covered in sexual fluids?” I asked. “And then what, stickitup my ass?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s been way too long sinceI’vebeen in your ass. I wouldn’t say no to getting an in-depth tour via your phone. Why are we video-chatting, after all?”

“We’re video-chatting because you’re down in San Diego and I’m still stuck in my childhood bedroom. We’re video-chatting because you suggested this insaneno masturbating without the other one participatingpact, which I’ve kept to, I want you to know, no matter how hard it is when I’m all alone at night, thinking of you. We arenotvideo-chatting so that I can give myself a colonoscopy with my phone.”

“And again, I say:spoilsport.”

Blake’s grin was huge, and my heart ached. It had been so long since we’d seen each other, and sometimes I thought video-chatting made me miss him more than regular phone calls or texts would have.

“Even if my phone survived the trip,” I pointed out, “it would get so slippery that I’d probably end up hanging up on you and accidentally calling your parents instead.”

“What, you don’t want to give them a first-hand tour of your asshole too?” He snickered. “Boring.”

“I think being accidentally edged by them over New Year’s is more than enough,” I said primly. “I don’t need them to be any more involved in our sex life than that.”

“If you insist,” Blake said with a dramatic sigh. “But hurry up. I’ve been trying very hard not to come since you got naked, and I’m not sure how much longer I can last.”

That was the other problem with thisno solo jerking offplan. We didn’t just go to college in different cities—we had entirely different schedules, and sometimes, we ended up going three days without having a real conversation. Blake’s soccer coach had added extra practices to the team’s schedule, even though it was their off-season, and Blake was so exhausted some nights that he barely had the energy to text me a kiss emoji and a picture of the moon.

“Well, whose fault is that for being a star soccer player?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “You should just start sucking more. Then you’ll get cut from the team and have plenty of time to jerk off with me.”

“There’s only one situation in which I would like to be doingmoresucking, and it’s not soccer, I can promise you that.”

“Hmm.” I gave him my best thinking face. “Is it school, then? Classes?”

He barked a laugh. “Hardly. I’m barely keeping my head above water as it is.”

“Not soccer and not school.” I tapped my chin. “I’m at a loss.”

Blake grinned. “I’ll give you a hint. I plan on doing a lot of it in nine days.”

My stomach turned a somersault. In nine days, I was driving down to San Diego to visit him for the weekend. It was the first time we were going to see each other since spring semester started. It was already February, and it had been an agonizing three weeks apart.

I hadn’t even told my parents I was going. I hadn’t come up with a good lie yet. It was hard enough, just finding times when I could be home alone without them overhearing our phone calls. Our house wasn’t that big.

But no matter how much lying it required, it would be worth it to see him again.

“I can’t wait,” I said, a smile spreading across my face.

“Me neither.” Blake’s answering smile was just as wide. “Now, come on. Show me what I’m missing out on.”

“Impatient,” I chided him.

“Henry, it’s been three days since I jerked off. I’m dying here.” He grimaced. “Plus, I told the guys I’d get dinner with them in half an hour.”

“And I guess you shouldn’t show up with bright red cheeks, wearing a T-shirt you used to wipe cum off your stomach?”

“Not unless I want them asking who got me all hot and bothered,” he said. “And then want to endure them asking me what her name is for the next month.”

“Fair enough.” I forced a laugh.

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