Page 18 of Forever We Fall

His hands go up and palm out in surrender, but his damn mouth doesn’t get the memo. “I’m just saying, you need to find an outlet before you spontaneously combust. I don’t want to die in a dorm fire. It’d be bad for my funeral. This.” He puts a hand under his face as though displaying it. “Needs to be seen.”

“Something is wrong with you.”

“Yep,” he agrees. “It’s not the same thing that’s wrong with you.”

“Be thankful.” My voice vibrates with vehemence.

“I am.”

He nods and then heads for the door. The woman in his video screams out her orgasm.

My balls draw tight.

“Happy jerking.” His smile disappears behind the door. He closes it, and I’m left confused and horny as fuck.

Surprisingly, I find I hate myself for it a little less. Maybe this is natural.

Itwasnatural before I moved to hell. Jerking off, not getting a semi from looking at dudes. Well, not dudes. Just one guy in particular. Stroking it was natural before the unnatural beat every innate urge out of me.

“Congratulations.” Nate falls in step with me as I climb the stairs, heading for my room.

I beam like I won the damn regional championship when I haven’t officially made the team yet. Tryouts start next week. I rolled with the guys yesterday while Coach watched. Nate had to stay after and this is the first time we’ve gotten to talk since.

“You think it went okay?”

“No.” He shoves my shoulder. Thankfully, we’re on the landing before my floor, and I don’t fall backward down the steps. “I think you killed.” He hurries me up the stairs with another shove. “I think you’re in contention to steal my spot as captain.”

“Not a chance.” I hustle up and to my door.

Nate is there, right beside me. My Adam’s apple gets caught in my throat. He’s so close. Same as he has been for the last week. Under the guise of training me to be the captain after he’s gone.

I know better.

Guys who aren’t hard up for your dick don’t stand as close as Nate gets to me. They don’t find too many excuses to touch another guy. They don’t look like they want to dine on your dong for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“I don't know.” His thick shoulder bobs. “The way you rode Kallen was pretty epic.”

My gaze lifts to the busy hallway. People are coming and going at a frantic pace. It’s Friday, a week and a half since I talked to my suitemate. Not that I care or am counting or anything.

Some guys are headed to the quad for a bonfire. Some are in a hurry to get to the cricket field for a game with a top rival. Others are blowing off all activities to hang out and play video games in their friends’ rooms.

“You going to unlock your door and let me in?” He grips the strap of his book bag as though it’s the only thing keeping him from throwing himself at me.

“That depends.”

“On what?” He smirks.

“Are you letting me in?”

There’s no intonation in my voice. No joke to be found. My question is about as real and raw as it gets while maintaining plausible deniability.

“Open the door,” Nate rasps.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I fold my arms over my chest, hating the stiff jacket we have to wear every freaking school day.

His mouth gapes for a second before snapping closed. “Yes.” There’s a quiver in his voice that hasn’t been there before. He’s never been a bottom or the submissive partner. I hike my brow.

“Yes." He nods and licks his lips, coming to terms with the situation.

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