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Rupert
Since when can’t friends tell each other that?
The wiseass doesn’t play fair, repeating my question from months ago and adding a winky emoji.
Rupert
Get away from campus for a bit. Hardy is into working out. Has his own gym on the premises & we could go skiing… as friends, obvly.
Elliot
I’ll think about it.
My fingers play with my hair, twirling one lock, then another. It’s the best way to calm myself when I want to rub one out, but Chris is around. No way am I doing it with him in the same room, even asleep… and I’m too tired and into this convo to rush to the shower. At least, it’s reserved for Chris and me, but still.
Rupert
Come on! What are you waiting for? It’ll lift your spirits. I’ve never heard you so down.
I might even play 4 U.
Now, that’d be a real treat. Would be a first. Imagining it, I don’t reply right away, so he adds.
Rupert
Not above begging?
Elliot
*Waiting, my friend*
I can’t help but tease him about our so-called friendship. Certain that he’ll eventually surrender to our attraction, I beam when I read his answer.
Regardless of his strong denials, this guy is clearly into me. The distance between us doesn’t help either. Maybe it’ll be easier to convince him face to face without my family around. I think we have a shot at making this work. My virginity remains an obstacle to my freedom, my success, and my obsession.
Meanwhile, he complies and his one-word response is music to my ears…
Rupert
Pleeease!
THIRD QUARTER
- The Blitz -
CHAPTER 11
TIME IN A BOTTLE
Rupert
One year later
Who would invitea fellow expat to his Manhattan bachelor pad? Who would suggest following traditions they weren’t born with simply because they live in the country? Who would get sidetracked from basting the turkey breast by the convincing young man currently mauling my willing mouth?
That would be me.
“Mmm…” The vibration of Elliot’s voice resonates inside my filthy mind, horny body, and wicked soul as his skilled tongue caresses mine.
