Page 51 of Overeager
“I piss everybody off.”
“At least you’re self-aware.”
But apparently Spencer was feeling pouty again, because he lurched off the couch with a frown. “I’ma go find Chase,” he muttered. “Everybody disappearing all the damn time …”
He shuffled off into the crowd, and Noah let him go. It was best to let Spencer either drink or fuck his way out of whatever maudlin pit he was falling into. Trying to talk him out of it never seemed to work.
Noah waited where he was for a while, thinking maybe Spencer would find Chase and they’d end up with all three roomies on the couch, but when Spencer didn’t come back, he stood and started wandering the house until he found a small laundry room that was unoccupied. The booze and late hour were getting to him, and he was feeling a little dizzy, on the edge of too drunk.
Still, he pulled out his phone, requesting a video call.
Eli picked up on the second ring. “Noah?”
He was lying in bed propped on some pillows, wearing his glasses—he’d probably been reading his book. He looked so cute and cozy that it made Noah’s chest ache.
“Hi, baby,” Noah said, as soft as he could and still be heard over the music pounding outside the door. “Is it too late to call?” He hadn’t checked the time, but he knew it was well after midnight.
Eli shook his head, even though his eyes were heavy-lidded with fatigue. “No, I wasn’t sleeping.”
“Is that my sweatshirt?”
Eli’s cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “Mm-hmm. It smells like you.” Fuck that was hot. Eli wearing Noah’s clothes when he wasn’t around, trying to catch his scent. “How’s the party?”
It was Eli who’d encouraged Noah to go when Chase had texted him about some guy he’d been on the lacrosse team with throwing a rager. Noah had been about to bow out, but Eli had told him he couldn’t hide away with his older boyfriend all the time, that he needed to keep experiencing the typical college stuff so he didn’t regret it later.
The only thing Noah regretted was not being in Eli’s bed right now. He’d done plenty of partying his first two years of college, all amped up to finally be away from family obligations, with nothing to be responsible for except his own damn self. He was over it at this point.
“It’s fine. Boring. Want you here.” Jesus. Apparently Spencer wasn’t the only one turning into a pouty drunk.
Eli laughed softly. “I don’t think I’d be much fun at a college party.”
“We’d make it fun.” Noah grinned, waggling his eyebrows. “Find a dark corner and put you on my lap.”
Eli cocked his head with a sly smile. “Are you drunk, sweetheart?”
Sweetheart. Noah liked that. He liked that a lot.
“Maybe a little.” Probably more than a little, but Noah didn’t want Eli to worry. He sighed. “Wanna be touching you.”
“Yeah?” Eli shifted, his arm moving something out of sight. “I’d like to be touching you too.”
“What’s your hand doing over there?” Noah narrowed his eyes, as if that might help him zoom in on the action through the screen.
The pink in Eli’s cheeks darkened. “Nothing.”
“Show me.”
Eli huffed, but he tilted his phone down until his lower half was revealed to Noah. He lifted Noah’s sweatshirt, which was at least three sizes too big on him, to reveal his hand shoved inside his briefs.
Noah groaned, leaning against the laundry room door as all the blood rushed south. “Which part of you are you touching, baby? Your hole?”
“Uh-uh.” Eli bit at his lower lip. “That’s for you.”
Fuck. Just hearing that made Noah’s dick hard. “You stroking yourself, then?”
Eli shook his head shyly. “Just touching. Like I said, the sweatshirt smells like you.”
And being surrounded by Noah’s scent was making Eli horny. God.
