Page 94 of Forever We Fall

“Grab your heavy dick and pump it hard and fast,” I say to Nate while my gaze eats up Arlo, commanding him to comply as well.

Nate mumbles expletives around my dick while he slurps and sucks me from root to tip. He grips his length and shuttles his hand up and down the flesh as though he’s in a race.

I lift my gaze to Arlo, who’s standing behind Nate, in front of me, dazed.

I pull my dick from Nate’s mouth. His hand stalls on his ready length. I lean over, grab the collar of his shirt, and peel it off his shoulders and down his arms. He shakes it off his wrists and tosses it to the side.

The moment I straighten, he grips my hips and gobbles my dick up like it’s his last meal. I let the breach of control slidebecause I’m glaring at Arlo and his helpless expression. “If you don’t come, this never happens again.”

Nate’s right hand falls from my hip and finds his smooth shaft, eager to comply. I grip his head and work my length in and out of his greedy mouth.

Noises leave my lips that I haven’t made in far too long.

Arlo fists his cock and works it frantically, his hand moving in time with my hips. I imagine I’m fucking his mouth, which isn’t fair to Nate, but he doesn’t seem to notice or mind. He’s mindless with grunts and desire.

I pull from his lips and fist my dick. “Come,” I demand as pleasure races down my spine, draws my balls tight, and shoots hot cum up my shaft. I decorate Nate’s chest while Arlo whimpers and sprays his back. Nate comes in his hands. “Fuck yes, oh my God, this is the best day of my fucking life.”

I smirk at Arlo. It’s not terrible.

“Hey, fellas.” Nate nods at us as he steps off the bus with a couple of guys I recognize from the wrestling team and one I’ve seen absolutely maiming at the debate tables. He’s undefeated.

I jerk my chin at the group. “Nate. Henry. Guys.” My arms knit over my chest. I’m propped on a low stone wall, legs out and crossed at the ankles, waiting for Hota.

He’s a few steps away, back to the bus, hand at his nape, while the other one attempts not to crush his phone. It’s against his ear. He’s quiet now, listening to whatever his father is saying.

His only acknowledgment of the guys is to take a few steps away.

“His dad,” I explain to the group eyeballing him.

“Ah.” Henry chuckles. “I should have known. I look like that when I talk to mine. The only difference is you can usually hear the screaming through the phone from this distance.”

“You talk.” The really good debate guy blabs before Henry is even finished with his anecdote.

“Occasionally.” I shrug.

“What are you up to?” Nate asks in an effort to redirect the conversation. His gaze dances covertly between me and Hota.

“Just getting away from school for a while,” I hedge, not wanting to admit the real and purposeful reason we came to town today. “You?”

“Same.” He stuffs a hand into his trousers, ones very similar to the ones he wore only eight days ago. “We’re going to see what they’re showing at the cinema. Would you guys want to come along?”

“No thanks. Hope you have fun. Maybe we’ll catch up later.” I say the words more confidently than I actually feel. Today is my day to act boldly. Today is the day for baby steps. Though what I said is kind of a leap.

“Yeah,” Nate nods, “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” He leaves the others out of the statement.

My shoulders pull back and my spine feels stronger than it did a few minutes ago. “Good.”

We haven’t had a repeat of last week. I haven’t broached the topic with Hota. We certainly didn’t discuss it with Nate after Hota cleaned him up and sent him on his way.

“Let’s go, or we’ll be late.” The awkward guy takes a few steps away.

Though, I can’t judge. What’s more awkward than not talking at a school for a full year? Not much. Maybe lusting after your roommate, who you can’t touch because it ignites memories of your abusive uncle who he helped you kill.

Yeah, that.

“See ya.” Nate nods, then hurries away with his group.

Hota speaks a string of Japanese that I only catch a few words of. Perhaps, if he spoke slowly and clearly, I could understand enough to know what’s up. We’ve been practicing every day. Hell, it’s the most we talk these days.

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