Page 60 of Boys Like You

I hand the picture frame to Mercer and he laughs. “This is the best present ever.”

“That’s what he said about his other gift.” I throw my hand over my mouth. This whole being straight forward really makes me stick my foot in my mouth at times.

He arches his brow at me. “What other gift?” I shake my head. He places the frame safely on the small coffee table. “I will tickle it out of you.”

I squeal and make a run for the other side of the room. Mercer is on my tail. I feel like one of those girls in a horror movie that runs up the stairs, because that’s exactly what I do, I run up the few stairs to my bed and hide under the covers.

“JD, what other present did you get Rocky?” His fingers find me and he tickles my foot. I wave the white flag when I almost pee.

“Rocky knew something like this would happen and took a photo, because he said, and I quote, ‘I looked too hot not to share’.”

I take out my phone and start a group message.

Me:Birthday boy, I spilled the beans, it’s picture time

Mercer takes out his phone and waits

Rocky:I knew it. If you guys misuse this photo I will kill you all.

Downloading picture

Levi:I’m nervous, especially when Rocky sends photos

Maximus:I second that. Remember that rash on his nuts?

Rory:I can never unsee that

Mercer:This isn’t a picture of balls, it’s one of JD’s present to Rocky

Picture downloaded

A few minutes pass and no one replies. I look at Mercer and his face is blank. He is just staring at his phone.

Me:Guys??????

Rocky:They will all be in the bathroom about now.

Me:No way

Rory:Yes way, I want that for my birthday

Mercer:I second that

Levi:I vote xmas

Maximus:Sucks for all of you, my bday is next

Mercer:We will be late to your party, Rocky ; )

My phone vibrates with more messages, but Mercer is distracting me. Holding his weight above me, he presses his lips to mine. My hips buck as he grinds against me, causing the seam of my jeans to press in just the right place. I swear I can see stars as my body gives in, taking me over the top. Mercer shudders, his breathing heavy.

“Um wow,” he pants. “It has been a while since I came in my pants.” He laughs.

“You.” I look at his crotch. “In your pants?”

“I did.” He grins. “Now I better go clean up, and I think you need to fix your hair.”

Mercer grabs clean underwear from his overnight bag. I check my phone to see a million messages telling me to hurry up.

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