Page 84 of Shiver
I kiss his cheek and turn to open the door. Dropping both our bags and kicking off my shoes, I urge Egon toward the bathroom, watching as he strips on the way. I’ve moved my laundry basket outside the bathroom door, which seems practical, and he dumps his clothes in.
While he doesn’t technically live here, he’s got most of his clothing here at this point. I send it along with mine through my laundry service. I’m going to have to get another set of drawers, though. Right now, his clothes are piled on top of my dresser, having already used up any drawer space I had available.
Studio apartments aren’t really made for two people. I could move to a one bedroom that comes with a closet and proper storage, but there’s something that I love about sharing this small space with him.
I wash him down, taking my time to massage his scalp and then kneading his back while he’s leaning against me. I slowly stroke his cock and massage his balls as I clean him, making him whine until I take pity on him and jerk him till he’s empty. Just like we do every day after practice.
As soon as we step out, there’s a knock on the door. I frown as I stare at it. “Did you order food?” I ask.
Egon shakes his head as he steps into a clean pair of underwear. We don’t normally get dressed beyond that layer since we shed all our clothing in a few hours, anyway. But he slips a pair of my sweats on over them so I can open the door.
Even when he has all his clothing here, he chooses mine. I get hard over seeing him in them everytime. There’s nothing better than that.
Opening the door, I frown at Rykka. “I know we didn’t have plans,” I tell him.
He grins and then narrows his eyes at me. “We didn’t, but once again, you’ve fallen off the face of the earth and aren’t returning my texts. So, here I am.” His gaze travels over my bare chest and further south. Unlike Egon, I didn’t pull sweats on. I’m standing there in nothing but a pair of black Calvin’s that cup my cock nicely. “You’ve never opened the door without clothes before,” he muses.
“I just got out of the shower.”
He nods. “So, you going to let me in?”
I let out a breath. “Fine. But you can’t stay long. We have plans.”
His lips form an ‘o’ as he’s about to ask who ‘we’ is when I step aside and hold the door open. Egon is leaning against the back of the couch looking like a hockey god. Rykka’s mouth drops, his eyes bug out. “What do you have here?” he practically purrs.
Rolling my eyes, I grab him by his forearm and pull him inside. While I’m not opposed to the world looking at me in my underwear, I don’t want it to be awkward in my apartment building. Seeing your neighbors practically naked can be a little gauche any day.
Egon’s expression has turned amused. When the door clicks shut, I move around Rykka and hold my arm out for Egon. His grin widens as he pushes off the couch and walks into my side, wrapping his arms around me.
Rykka’s eyes are basically falling out of his head.
“This is my, uh, boyfriend,” I say, rolling the word on my tongue. It’s not enough of a word, but it works for now. “Egon,” I supply as an afterthought. “My friend, Rykka.”
“Boyfriend?” Rykka asks, his voice a squeak. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is where you’ve been?”
“I really hope my friends act like this,” Egon says, laughing.
Digging my fingers into his hair fondly, I smile at him and kiss his lips quickly. “They’ll react just fine,” I assure him before turning back to Rykka. “And about those plans… we need to study.”
“Is that what we’re calling it?” he asks, somewhat recovered, though still staring at Egon as if I just revealed a dragon to him.
“No, we call that dessert. Studying is just what it sounds like,” I say.
Rykka blinks and then laughs. “Fine. I’ll leave, but you better fucking meet me for coffee soon. Or I will be here knocking a whole hell of a lot.”
Taking it as the threat it is, I nod. “Tomorrow. 9:15.”
Accepting that, Rykka eyes Egon again with a wide grin and turns for the door. “Nice to meet you, Egon.”
Egon waves him off. And finally, we’re alone again. However, as I told Rykka, studying is just what it sounds like. And that’s what we do until our eyes are burning.
THIRTY-ONE
EGON
Watchingmy grades slowly creep up from the pits of hell is frustrating. But they’re getting there. My finals will be my biggest spike. Or the final nail in the coffin.
Rake refuses to let me say anything about failing. He swears it won’t happen. I’m trying like hell to believe him, but watching my grades tick up by only a few points at a time gives me fucking anxiety.
