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“Gerard.”

“You fucked yourself into a state of exhaustion, didn’t ya?” he accused. “Jesus!”

“I’m not talking about this with you.”

“Did you use the bottle of lube I got you?”

“Fuck off and let me sleep.”

“Was it sensitive?”

“Gibs!”

“Did you chafe?”

“Jesus—” I blinked my eyes open and stared at the wall opposite me, counting to ten in my head and striving for patience. “Just goaway.”

“Don’t be fucking coy with me,” he scoffed as he flopped down on my bed beside me. “We have no secrets.”

“Well, maybe we need some,” I snapped, rolling onto my back to glare at him. “Jesus.”

“I’m not going to stop until you tell me, so you might as well just get it over with.” Folding his arms behind his head, Gibsie exhaled a loud sigh before adding, “I’m very invested in seeing this through to the end, Johnny.”

I stared at him for a long beat before a shit-eating grin spread across my face.

Noticing my smirk, Gibsie’s eyes widened. “Holy shit.” He grinned, eyes alight with excitement. “For real?”

“It works,” I clarified with a sigh of contentment.

“How was it?” he asked then, looking like he was genuinely delighted for me. “Same as before? Better? Worse?”

“It was satisfying,” I told him. “But fair warning—you’re lying on the wet patch, lad.”

“Jesus Christ, Johnny!” Gibsie hissed as he catapulted off the mattress. “Ever hear of a posh wank? I gave you a fucking heap of rubbers.”

“I’m not posh,” I snickered. “And I just got it working again. I’m not suffocating the poor bastard.”

“Look at my ass!” Gibsie howled, and I had to press the pillow I was holding to my face to bury my laughter. “Look at what you did to me!” he screamed, pointing to the tissue clinging to the back of his trousers. “Take it off,” he instructed. “Take your fucking sperm off my ass right this instant!”

“No,” I choked out through fits of laughter.

“You came on my fucking ass!” he roared. “Your cum is touching my body.”

“Stop or I’m going to bust my stitches from laughing at ya!”

“Get up,” he demanded, outraged. “Get off your hole and help me!”

“I can’t. I’m weak.”

“Yeah, you’re weak,” Gibsie snarled as he began to strip off his uniform. “Because you shot half your fucking body weight onto the bloody mattress.” Tearing his jumper and shirt off, he kicked off his shoes and shoved his school trousers down his hips before stepping out of them. “You sick bastard,” he growled as he picked up his pants and flung them at me. “You’re such a…a…a wanker!”

I laughed because in all honesty, what else could I do?

“I feel like it’s on me,” he groaned. “Is it on me?” Gagging, he twisted around from side to side, trying to get a better view of his back. “I feel like it’s touching my skin!” Glaring at me, he spat out, “I feel fuckingviolated, Johnny!”

“It’s not touching you,” I choked out, hardly able to draw a breath at this stage, as I threw his pants back at him. “You’re grand, I promise—”

“Wash my uniform,” he demanded, jumping out of the way. “Drag yourself and your big swollen dick out of bed and wash my fucking clothes!” Narrowing his eyes, he hissed, “I don’t care if you have to crawl on your hands and knees down the fucking stairs, but you better take my clothes down there and wash them! Or else I’m taking your fucking uniform and you can wear your own cum!”

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