Page 60 of The Bro Date
Shane picks up my violin, then kneels down and helps me sit up. I rub my sore wrist, hissing at the raw skin. I glare at Luke, completely shocked that he would take things this far. “What the hell, Luke?” I demand, not giving two craps about cussing in front of our teacher. My wrist hurts.
“It was an accident,” he replies with zero remorse in his cold blue eyes. He brushes perfectly styled blond hair off his forehead, completely unbothered by what just happened.
“That’s it. You’re going to the dean, young man,” Professor Goldblum barks at Luke, shaking his head in disappointment. “And you,” he says to me. “You’re going to the nurse.” His kind yet stern eyes dart to Shane. “I gather you can help him get there, young man?”
Shane nods. “Of course.”
“Nurse Miller will give you a note for your next class if you need one.”
“Thank you, sir,” I say genuinely, allowing Shane to wrap his arm around me.
Luke just snorts, rolling his eyes and further ruining his reputation and his spot in the orchestra. I wouldn’t be surprised if he loses the second chair position over this. He certainly doesn’t deserve it. Luke isn’t a team player and never has been.
“Let’s go, Luke. Dean Williams can deal with you and your attitude.”
“I already said it was an accident,” he whines uselessly. “It’s not my fault Toby is so clumsy.”
Shane practically growls at Luke while Professor Goldblum leads him down the hallway in the opposite direction, scolding him the whole way.
“Are you okay?” Shane whispers, focusing his entire attention on my wrist and the red, raw skin.
“Yeah. Think so. It’s just a little sore and stings from the floor burn.” I rotate my wrist in a circle, thankfully not feeling any sharp pain.
“Let’s get you to the nurse anyway. Can’t take any risks with your playing hand.”
I melt into Shane’s side, allowing his strength and compassion to hold me up. He is the pillar in my life and always has been.
And I’m going to reward him for it later.
CHAPTER TWENTY
SHANE
Later that night, when I get off shift, I hop in the shower before sneaking into Toby’s room and crawling into bed behind him.
“Mmm,” he moans, half-asleep. “Tried to stay up for you. Couldn’t make it.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’m a little late,” I whisper, glancing at the clock and seeing that it’s after eleven. “Just roll over and let me take care of you.” I shimmy down the bed, getting into position.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and I’m finally ready.
Toby rolls over, staring down his body at me. The room is dim, only the lamp in the corner is on, but I can see him clear as day. His chest is bare, and a pair of silky basketball shorts rests low on his hips.
I slip my fingers into the waistband of his shorts, pausing for a moment. “Can I?”
His sultry eyes appear catlike in the soft, golden glow of the room, drawing me in and hypnotizing me. He nods slowly, unable to break the spell while I slowly pull his shorts and underwear down. Toby’s cock springs free, already hard and ready. It’s long and slender, with a slight curve and a dusky pinktip. His belly hollows out when my hands travel up his ribs and over his pecs, brushing his nipples and teasing him.
“Your body is so sexy,” I murmur, feeling a sense of rightness like never before when I wrap my hand around his warm, velvety cock.
Toby hisses at the contact, my own cock pulsing with need.
I squeeze a little harder, stroking him faster, and he grips the sheets on either side of him. Toby grunts and twitches quietly, his abs contracting. “Oh God.Shane,” he whines, closing his eyes and tipping his head back.
I take the opportunity to lick his shaft from root to tip, causing him to cry out and grab hold of my hair. Toby bends his knees, rocking into my face as I suck him down. He keeps my head pressed between his legs like a man possessed.
Fuck this is hot.
I pop off his cock, gasping for air before I dip my head further south and lick along the seam of his sac.
