Page 90 of Unlovable Player

God, we must have fallen asleep fully-dressed, snuggling like old people.

My heart pounds in my ears as I wonder if he’s regretting coming over here.

“Austin?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you mean what you said last night?”

“Yes.” No hesitation.

“Oh.”

His laugh vibrates through his chest. I kiss his hoody and he squeezes me again. His dick getting hard. He presses his face against my neck and brushes his lips over the skin. “I missed you.”

Fuck, why do I feel like I’m going to cry again?

I slide my hand under his hoody, his breath warm against my neck as he sighs.

“What time’s your first class?”

“Not for hours.”

I find his lips and pull him closer, if that’s possible. We just kiss, slow and lazy and messy. Grinding at a steady rhythm.

Austin slides his hand between us and rubs my cock through my shorts. He brushes his lips across my face and nibbles at my earlobe as he pulls it out through the fly.

“I’ll come if you touch me.”

“So come for me. We’ve got hours, I can do this as many times as you want.”

I slide my hand under the waistband of his sweats and hold his cock while he strokes me, rubbing his thumb over my slit and smearing pre-cum down the shaft. I need the release so we can do this over and over and...

“Stop.”

He takes his hand off me.

“We need to talk.”

“We talked last night. I meant every word I said. I love you, deal with it.”

I force the little flutters of hope down, but I’m less successful than usual and they stay hovering just beneath the surface, like moths batting their wings against a lightbulb.

“But I’m-”

“You’re rich and obnoxious and a pain in the ass.” He strokes my hair as he talks. His voice a croaky rumble. “But I see right through you. You showed me the shit side to your life, but I know you don’t want that, so it doesn’t matter. I’m pretty sure your dad will never accept me, but I don’t think you ever expected him to anyway.” He swallows. “I was an asshole too. I shouldn’t have judged you before getting to know you. I won’t do that again, because of you. You make me better Seb.”

“No, I’m going to ruin your life.”

“You won’t. Seb, I told Alyssa about you, I told my ma. Everyone just wants me to be happy. Ma sees you too, the real you, and she likes it.”

I feel myself choking up again. “Fuck you, making me cry.”

He tightens his grip so he’s cradling my head against his chest. “So long as you’re not crying because you’re sad.”

“I’m not sad, just… overwhelmed.”

He gives me a few minutes before asking if I believe him now.

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