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“You got someone to save me something to eat?”

“Sure did, now get down there and eat it. You’ll need all the energy you can get for our chess session later.”

Rory couldn’t help himself; he smiled.

Rory lay in bed and waited patiently for Sebastian’s cue. His heart beat harder and faster the longer he had to wait, and he did all he could to calm his breathing. Rory never knew when it was going to happen, but he was always ready, always hard, always listening intently to the bed below.

He didn’t know whether it was a night of relief, or not.

Sebastian was impossible to predict, but Rory longed for the nights he got out of bed, offered the Vaseline pot, then disappeared from view. Those nights were intense, and his cock ached with anticipation every time.

They stroked themselves at the same time, and Sebastian’s erotic gasps and grunts went straight to Rory’s cock. He held his breath and listened to the sounds from the bottom bunk for as long as he could take it, but his desire hung on a thread and he gave in, only needing a few pulls on his cock to send it off.

He was always much quicker than Sebastian, and his cheeks flamed afterwards, but Sebastian never commented on his eager dick.

“Night, Rory.”

Rory closed his eyes and scrunched the sheet in his hands. It wasn’t a relief night, and the alternative was worse. Rory had to convince his cock to go down. He had to ignore the fact Sebastian was lying underneath, naked. He had to lie in thedark and not think about how badly he needed to cum and how Sebastian’s breathing changed when he got closer and closer to orgasm and how sexy that was.

It was torturous.

Sure, he could still jerk himself off, but at some point, and for reasons unknown to him, he’d given Sebastian control over his orgasms. He gave Rory the go-ahead, and he also denied him. They never spoke about it, but that was the dynamic between them.

Rory’s eyes stung as he stared up at the ceiling, and his fingers went numb clutching the sheet. It felt like it took hours for his cock to soften, then he sighed, closed his eyes, and drifted off into a fitful sleep.

The room was still dark, and Rory couldn’t understand why he’d woken. He was still tired and groggy, but his crotch tingled. He blinked in a daze, then froze when he heard it.

A slow scraping.

Not completely with it, he moaned at the sound of the pot being opened in a slow, deliberate manner. The sound had fed into Rory’s subconscious and gone straight to his cock, and he woke up hard.

The frustration, the ache, it was so intense Rory pressed his lips together not to sob.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Sebastian whispered, and he wasn’t beneath the bed but standing beside it, face close to Rory’s pillow.

“Sebastian,” he breathed, shifting his hips a little.

His boxers rubbed against his hard cock at the movement. Rory looked down at himself, not covered by a sheet but flaton his back with his boxers leaving little to the imagination. He moved his hand, about to grab the sheet to cover himself, but Sebastian’s eyes were hard and his voice was harder. “No.”

Rory swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

Sebastian’s expression softened a fraction. “Why are you sorry, Rory?”

He blinked, still not completely with it. “I don’t know.” He glanced down at his body, his twitching cock.

Sebastian lowered his voice. “Never be sorry for that.” He licked his lips. “I’m surprised that worked.”

“What worked?”

“Training your dick like a dog.”

Rory’s stomach fluttered. “You…you pulled the sheet off me?”

“I did, then I played with the pot and watched you stiffen up.” He sucked in his bottom lip, then let it go with a groan. “And it was hot as hell, andGod, did I want to touch you.”

Rory weakly flexed his hips. He closed his eyes in a long blink, trying to get himself to calm down.

“Do you like that idea?” Sebastian asked. “Me touching you while you’re still asleep?”

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