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Sweaty.
Very, very homo.
“Let’s go,” AJ says firmly, no hesitation in his voice.
Yeah, we’re really doing this.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
AJ
I can’t decidewhether this is some wild, horny dream or not. But if it is, I hope I don’t wake up any time soon. There’s no hiding how hard my dick is as Slater and I walk home with a respectable few inches of space between us. Every few feet or so, I look over at him, and every time I do, that easy, gorgeous, Slater smile of his is like a sucker punch to the gut. And somehow that’s a good thing. I think Ilikethe way he’s making me so confusingly breathless and completely off-balance.
Neither of us say a word during the short walk. I think he’s just as focused on getting the fuck back to the apartment as I am. Plus, all the blood in my boner isn’t leaving much to circulate in my brain. The limited brain power I do have is fixated on one question.
What exactly are we going to do when we get there?
Does Slater want to actually fuck? Is that whatIwant? What if he’s expecting me to suck his dick? Am I ready for that? I accepted that I’m probably attracted to guys, definitelyoneguy,half an hour ago. Can I go from that to deep throating a cock in the same night?
We reach the building and Slater slips his hand into my pocket, giving me a flirty smile as he fishes around for the keys. The warmth of his hand so close to my dick makes it twitch and throb, my stomach pulsing with excited heat.
Maybe he’ll be down for just touching each other tonight. I groan and my hips jolt forward at the thought of his thick, calloused fingers wrapped around my shaft. His pupils blow wide and he licks his lips. He yanks the keys out and I notice a slight tremble in his hand as he aims for the lock and misses the first time.
He’s nervous too.
Of course he is. He’s never sucked a dick either. He might have a few days’ head start on me when it comes to figuring shit out, but this is all brand new to him too. I crowd up close to him and put my hand over his. He lets out a shaky breath and we unlock the door together.
Time feels like it’s moving somehow too fast and too slow as we make our way up the stairs and inside the apartment. As soon as the door swings shut behind me, all the air goes out of my lungs and goose bumps skitter all along my skin. But the number one thing on my mind is getting my hands on Slater again.
We’re clearly on the same page, slamming into each other without even bothering to kick our shoes off or lock the door. I end up pressed against the wall, our hard cocks finding each other through our clothes again, our chests colliding, lips and tongues sliding and tangling in hot, wet, fucking ravenous kisses. I knot my fingers in the soft strands of Slater’s hair and he runs his hands up the exposed sides of my body where my tank sleeves hang wide open.
“I’m obsessed with your slutty fucking tank tops,” he murmurs, biting down on my bottom lip and tugging at it slightly before letting it go.
I rumble a laugh around his tongue when he snakes it back into my mouth.
“My tank tops are slutty?” I say when we come up for air again.
He drags his fingers along my obliques, drawing them up, up, up towards my chest. My nipples tighten and tingle the same way my cock did at the teasing promise of Slater’s touch. He reaches the bottom of my pecs and traces along them with a featherlight touch. My hips jerk involuntarily again, forcing my cock to drag against the hard, heavy length of his. Never in my life has it occurred to me to wonder what another dick would feel like against mine, but now I can see that I was a fucking idiot.
“The sluttiest,” Slater purrs, tracing up the inner curve of each pec now, the fabric of my tank top bunched between them so they’re fully exposed on either side.
A whimper tightens in my throat and I sag against the wall. The weight of his body keeps me upright though. He presses into me harder, his cock nudging mine eagerly again, our noses bumping as his tongue dances along the seam of my slack lips.
“I can’t believe this is fucking real,” he murmurs, the circles he’s drawing on my chest getting tighter and tighter, closer and closer to where I’m aching for his touch. “I can’t believe I get to touch you.”
I nod, too breathless and too focused on what his fingers are doing to come up with any actual words. Oh wait, I think I do have a couple of words that will work nicely.
“Touch me,” I rasp, sliding one hand around to grip his taut, round ass cheek. Maybe he’s right about the cheat days, because his ass has just the right amount of meaty give to be perfectly satisfying as I dig my fingers into it and thrust against him again.
“There’s something I’ve been thinking about for weeks now. Just one of those thoughts that gets stuck in your head, and no matter how hard you try to shake it, you just can’t.” The circles are so small now he’s just using his thumbs, dragging them slowly around and around, so close that my nipples throb and every needy pulse echoes in my cock. “And now I can stop thinking about it and actually do it.”
His voice is low, and his lips brush against mine with every word. I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I don’t think I care. I nod anyway.Just, please, fucking touch me.
Without any more warning, Slater dips his head, crouching down just a little, and drags the hot, wet flat of his tongue over my right nipple. My brain short circuits. Electric zaps and pops shoot through every one of my nerve endings and I can feel the lick all the way down to my cock, which spasms and throbs, soaking my jock with an embarrassing amount of precum.
He moans low in his throat, and the sound vibrates against my nipple as he licks it again.
“Holy fuck,” I shout, snapping my hips frantically. “How’d you manage to guess my number one fantasy on your first try?” I groan, fisting his hair harder and trembling all over as he moves over to treat my left nipple to the same sloppy licks.
