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Leo
“Jesus,” Saint whimpered as I went down on him that morning.
I glided my lips up and down his shaft faster as his body started to tense. His smooth cock was perfect for sucking, not too big but definitely not small. I lapped at his tip and gripped his base before pumping it with my hand.
Saint during orgasm was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen, and I made sure to peer up at him as I sucked him faster. His eyes closed, his mouth popped open, and the muscles in his abdomen flexed right before he gasped and grabbed a handful of my hair. When he came, I moaned as his flavor hit my tongue, and I watched him as I swallowed every last drop.
I wiped my mouth before crawling up his body on the couch and kissing his sweet lips.
“If you don’t get up, you’ll be late,” I told him before kissing him again. It seemed I couldn’t keep my mouth—and other parts of my body—off him.
“Fine,” he said, gripping my waist and giving me another soft kiss.
Halloween was right around the corner. Well, actually, it wasn’t until next week, but same thing, I guess. It’d been a little over two weeks since Saint and I’d made the arrangement, and it’d been amazing so far. We fucked nearly every day, mostly in the evening, but a few times it’d been in the early morning before class.
On the days we didn’t fuck, I gave him head or he gave it to me. We talked a lot, as well. Once he’d stopped giving me the cold shoulder, his walls had come down, and he’d told me a lot of personal shit about himself. I felt he was still holding stuff back, but that was okay because so was I.
I hadn’t told him about my parents disowning me for being gay, and he hadn’t mentioned the bullying.
I’d gone out with Tayte a few times on the weekends, but never did anything sexual with anyone. I’d just had fun, danced a little, drank a lot, and then went home to my sexy Frosty. I was getting everything I wanted from Saint, so the thought of being with someone else hadn’t crossed my mind.
We kissed for another minute or so before he forced himself up and into the shower. I took a quick one after him, and threw on jeans and a sweatshirt, since it was supposed to be a little chilly that morning.
Before he left the dorm, Saint grabbed the collar of my sweatshirt and seized my lips again.
“See you later,” he said, leaning his head against my cheek.
I kissed his temple. “Get the fuck outta here, Frosty.”
He slapped my chest before leaving, and I grinned after him, feeling… I don’t know. Odd. Happy, even.
I went to class and listened to Mrs. Stevens’ lecture, taking notes on anything I thought might be on the upcoming test. She was showing her Halloween spirit by giving us an exam on Halloween day. Pretty sure she was a witch.
“So you guys are dating?” Jacob asked as we left British lit that morning.
“Not really,” I countered. “We aren’t exclusive or anything. He can sleep around and so can I. It’s been amazing, though.”
Jacob shook his head, causing his brown hair to flop in his eyes. He did that emo fling with his head to knock it aside. “But you haven’t been with anyone else since it started. Call it what you will, but basically, you’re exclusive. You’re into him more than just for sex.”
He had a point. There I was, given the best arrangement any promiscuous guy could ask for—amazing sex with someone I liked, plus permission to fuck other people—and I hadn’t taken advantage of it.
“Huh,” I said, stopping on the sidewalk and peering down at him. “I guess being monogamous isn’t too bad after all.”
Something about saying it, though, made my gut twist. It was scary. Never would I have ever thought I’d be so open to the fidelity thing.
And suddenly, I felt trapped. Tied down.
The weather was in the low sixties, and the breeze had a chill to it. I snuggled more into my sweatshirt, and Jacob flipped up the hood on his black hoodie. That didn’t help keep his shaggy bangs out of his face, though, as he had to flip his head again.
“Sounds to me like you hadn’t met anyone before that you wanted to be faithful to,” Jacob said. “Now you have. Do me a favor and don’t fuck it up. Okay? I like Saint. He’s a great guy.”
Ever since we’d gone to Jacob’s play, he and Saint had become friends. They talked a lot online and sent each other funny memes in the morning. I was usually kissing Saint all over when Jacob’s first message came through, and Saint would swat me away and laugh as he tried to type out a response.
“I won’t fuck it up.” I shoulder-bumped him and continued down the sidewalk. “He’s allowed to be with people, too, so it’s not like there’s anythingtofuck up.”
“If you say so,” he muttered, veering off toward the performing arts building.
