Page 23 of Of Pranks and Passion

His mouth fell open. “Shut up! I wasn’t actually trying to hurt you!”

“Uh huh.” I gave him a droll look. He couldn’t hurt me if he tried. But it probably wasn’t a bad idea to teach him some self defense. I couldn’t switch majors to be in the rest of his classes.That period had already passed. Besides, I had my own shit to do. He needed to be able to protect himself in case this rumor his sister started ran rampant. Or at least be quick enough to run away.

“Starting tomorrow, you’re training with me.”

His spluttering was funny, but it didn't change my mind.

“You aren’t serious. I can’t do what you do!”

He didn’t even know half of what I did. I explained a little, and he saw how easily I broke that asshole’s nose in the library, but that was nothing compared to a Saturday night.

“You’re right. You can’t. But you need to be able to stand up for yourself. Or at least get away long enough for me to find you. How much do you exercise?”

Tugging his wrists did nothing to dislodge my hold, and I watched, fascinated, as a flush worked its way up his neck.

“I don’t,” he murmured.

My brows furrowed. “Like at all?”

He lifted a shoulder awkwardly. “I don’t have time. I’ve got classes.”

“You go straight to the library after class and only stop long enough to eat. You can pause somewhere in there to exercise.”

The kid was obsessed with studying. He was smart enough not to have to be so intense about it, but for some reason, he wouldn’t let up. The only reason he wasn’t studying right now was because I had him naked and trapped beneath me.

Hey… Now there was a hell of an idea.

“If you work out with me, I’ll fuck you after,” I suggested.

Gary froze, sucking in a sharp breath, and when he whipped his gaze to meet mine, I saw the heat there. Bingo. Someone who’d been repressed sexually all his life wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity for regular sex. And we both would get something out of it. I’d finally get to deal with my obsession withthis kid, and Gary would get sex and self-defense lessons. Win-Win.

I rolled my hips against his, smirking when Gary’s pupils blew out. “You’ll work out with me, right?”

He nodded quickly, lifting his hips to meet mine. I didn’t have any condoms on me, and I was too lazy to get down to go searching for more, but there were lots of ways to get off. Showing them all to him just made this more fun.

The door rattled, and the roommate came back in, his hand covering his eyes. “Sorry, sorry. I forgot my wallet this morning. I was going to grab it before, but I forgot because, well, you know–”

“It’s fine,” Gary squeaked. He tugged helplessly against my grip on his wrists. Since he was still shy about being caught, I pulled the blankets up to cover our heads. His relieved smile made me smirk. He was seriously easy to please.

After the door closed behind the roommate, Gary melted with relief. “I’m so glad you covered us up before he showed up.”

“Mm.” That was lucky. If the roommate saw Gary naked, I’d have to kill him. Even after fucking him, the possessiveness was still alive and well. I’d have to figure out what was up with that at some point.

Releasing Gary’s wrists, I tugged him into sitting up. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” he asked as he moved toward the ladder.

Was it wrong that I liked how he came with anyway, even when he didn’t know my plans?

“Shower. I wanna see if I can get you off again.”

He nearly fell off the ladder and choked on a squeak at the same time. I pursed my lips against another laugh. Why did he have to make it so fun?

Gary had eventually cajoledme into letting him study, and I hung out on his roommate’s couch while he went over his notes for his upcoming test. I couldn’t be bothered to leave, so I ordered food for dinner instead. After he felt more confident about his test and we’d both eaten, I stole a condom out of his roommate’s desk and dragged him back to bed for another round. Gary would figure out sooner or later that his new fake boyfriend had a crazy high sex drive. At least for now, since everything was so new and exciting, he eagerly kept up with me.

He fell asleep after the last round, which was fair. Never had sex in his life, three rounds and a hand job in the shower in a single day was probably a bit much. He was curled against my side, his head on my chest, sharing headphones with me again. I wasn’t really big on cuddling, but after three rounds and a hand job, I was too lazy to move. I was scrolling through my phone, my free hand tucked behind my head, when the group chat popped up with a few messages.

Chuckles:Yo, Phantom. You alive?

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