Page 63 of The Freshman

The battle didn’t happen with Nate, orif it did, it was over before he even breached with his fingers.Nate was on his side in the fight, and he relaxed any nerves bykissing deeply and running his hands over Alfie’s shudderingflesh.

Alfie kept his hands locked togetherabove his head, but he leaned back to expose his throat. It wasmore intimate than kissing on the lips. And Nate made the best ofthe surrender, nipping gently with his teeth and sucking softly onthe delicate flesh.

The pain of the first push barelyresisted. Nate paused to kiss Alfie dizzy, before deepening histhrust. Any uncomfortable stretch was swiftly blocked by Nate’slips. He kissed thoroughly, until there was no room for doubt orfear, and then the kisses weren’t needed.

Alfie took what Nate gave him with agasp and a pant. He moved his hands from the pillow, and clutchedNate’s muscular back, holding on while he was thrusted into themattress.

Nate growled, leaned back, and foundAlfie’s disobedient hands. He tightened his hands around Alfie’swrists and pinned them above his head. He didn’t release them, butheld them tight as he thrusted harder and faster. There wasdistance between them, but they joined where it mattered. Natecontrolled Alfie in the way he wanted, kept him still and securedwhile simultaneously releasing him.

Alfie closed his eyes, parted hislips, and felt himself being owned, felt himself being claimed andwanted by Nate.

Even with his eyes closed he grewdizzy, fuzzy around the edge of consciousness. The black of hiseyelids wasn’t scary, it was welcoming, and he zoned out until hewas unaware of himself, could only feel an addictive tingle butcouldn’t equate it to a body part. All of him felt good,emotionally and physically, and he welcomed the abyss, smiledfondly and asked it to take him.

Chapter Sixteen

“Freshman?”

Alfie’s eyelids were too heavy toopen, but he heard the panicked voice and felt patches of pins andneedles on his face. The rest of him felt warm and light, and hedidn’t what to know what the danger was.

“You need to wakeup.”

He felt sated and safe, and he wasn’tmoving for anyone. The patches of his face fizzled with heat, andhe realized hands cupped his cheeks, spreading warmth and gettingfirmer in their touch. Alfie struggled to open his eyes, and whenhe did, Nate’s all-consuming blues ones blared back. No longerblown black with lust, or crinkled at the edges with smugness. Theywere wide and concerned.

“You’ve got to getout.”

Alfie stopped his smile from formingand drew his eyebrows together. Nate’s words stung, worse thanstung, they split his head and his heart open. The rejection, heshould’ve known it was coming, but it hurt worse than ever before.All jagged and slicing, it was difficult to accept. He choked atthe sudden tightness to his throat and struggled free of Nate’shands.

Nate growled and scrunched his facewith pain. “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want you upset, butthey’re asking for you.”

Alfie didn’t know who they were, andhe turned in the direction Nate flicked his chin.

On the floor was his clothes. Blacktrousers, black shoes, black tie, and white shirt with his officernumber. He was on Nate’s bed, inside his cell. The realness of thesituation hit Alfie, and he gulped for air.

Nate rubbed his arm, but he didn’tfeel it. The shirt on the floor hissed angrily. Henry was demandinghe answer his radio, and by the sound of his pissed voice he hadbeen asking for a while.

Alfie swung his legs from the bed,only to stumble at their weakness. His body wasn’t cooperating, andhis brain whirled and spun.

Nate stood, still completely naked andclutched his hair while shaking his head. “Shit,” he murmured. “I’msorry.”

Alfie ignored him, bundled his uniforminto his arms, and staggered out of the cell. The door was stillopen, and he swung it shut on Nate’s worried face.

He grabbed the radio but gulped forbreath a few times before answering. “Yes, Henry. I’mhere.”

“Where the hell have youbeen?”

Alfie blinked. He opened and closedhis mouth a few times before he could speak. “I went to check onNate.”

“How long does ittake?”

“I heard a noise, leakingpipe, was trying to work out where the dripping was comingfrom.”

Henry growled. “You’re not a god-damnplumber. Just put it in the night log and maintenance will check itout.”

Alfie nodded. “Okay, on my wayback.”

He released the button and searchedthe pile of clothing for his boxers. His hands were frantic, and hecouldn’t breathe calmly. He forced air through his lips, but itseemed thinner, not enough to satisfy his spasmingdiaphragm.

“Freshman, justbreathe.”

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