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Oh, thank fucking God. If I had to sit through the rest of this movie, I’d be in for a serious case of blue balls.

I smirk. “I could be convinced.”

Kason becomes a man of action after that, righting himself while I gather our trash. Once we’re sure both of us are decently presentable in daylight—or at least, we hope—we silently make our way out of the theater, dropping our trash along the way.

“Surprised you don’t wanna take that home,” Kason mutters when I toss the popcorn tub into the bin on our way out of the building.

“Why would I do that when we have some in the fridge I can just melt?”

He stops dead in his tracks on the sidewalk, staring at me completely dumbfounded, and I can’t stop the chuckle that escapes me at his horror. “I’m kidding, Kase. Calm down.”

All he does is shake his head and sigh as we continue our way to the car. Of course, it’s not until he’s climbing into the passenger seat that I notice the butter stain on the ass of his jeans, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m commenting on it.

I pull onto the street, the only thing on my mind as we drive back to the apartment is how long it’ll take me to get Kason naked and in the shower once we’re through the front door.

“There’s only one thing I know for sure after that experience,” Kason says, breaking through my fantasies as I turn toward campus.

“Dare I ask?”

I glance over just in time to catch a filthy grin tugging at his lips. “I’m never gonna be able to watchEvil Deadthe same again.”

Twenty-One

Hayes

November

Ever since the theater, our weekends have quickly developed into all-day naked sessions once Kason gets home from his long-standing date with a stupid pigskin ball every Saturday. And I, for one, could not be happier about this change of pace.

More often than not, there’s some kind of teaching on my part, and I’m pretty impressed with how quickly Kason is picking up on these little sex lessons. Hell, he didn’t even flinch when I brought out a plug tonight, testing the waters to see just how much more work we have to go until he’s ready to…hide the salami,as he so aptly put it.

Which, truthfully, isn’t much.

As much as the sex-crazed horny part of me can’t wait for that to come, I’ve also come to enjoy the moments where we’re just existing together—naked or clothed. Though the moments like right now, post orgasm and curled up together in bed, happen to be my favorite.

That is, until Kason goes and ruins it with his garbling stomach.

“Jesus Christ, can you tell that thing to shut up? I’m trying to cuddle here.”

He laughs, the vibration coursing from his body into where mine is laying half on top of him, lost in the sensation of his fingers dancing down my spine. “Depends, are you planning to let me out of bed at any point today, or am I gonna die from starvation? Because giving it food is the only way I know to make it stop.”

“You eat more than anyone I know,” I mumble indignantly.

“Because I burn a shit ton of calories every day at practice and in the gym.” There’s a brief pause when he presses a kiss to my hairline. “And now with you whenever you decide you can’t keep your hands off me.”

I lean back, looking him in the eye with a glare. “Uh, you’re the one who started this. I was just trying to playApexwith Quinton when you so rudely interrupted me.”

His eyes take on a playful gleam when he murmurs, “Yeah, but if I remember correctly, you definitely weren’t objecting to the interruption.”

The memory of my cock in his mouth from beneath my desk is one that’s been brained into my frontal lobe—both for how fucking hot it was, but also because it was like trying to stuff a gorilla in a backpack for him to get under there in the first place.

“You can get up after I get five more minutes of cuddling,” I concede, deciding that’s the most I’m willing to compromise on the subject.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling beneath my ear. “We can cuddle on the couch when you aren’t covered in your own cum, you know. There’s no rule that post-sex cuddling can’t be after we’re cleaned up. Or after I get something to eat.”

“But then you aren’t naked anymore.” My face burrows into his neck as my hands take on a mind of their own, roaming down the long, lean planes of his body. “And naked cuddles are so much better.”

The vibrations from his laugh course through my body, and he squeezes me tightly against his chest in a warm embrace that completely juxtaposes the taunt he whispers in my ear.

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