Page 2 of Strip Bare

Kit grinned and it was lopsided, just the right amount of crooked to be adorable but his lips were just full enough to make the movement of his mouth sexy. “I said what I said.” He stretched his arms up, curving his spine, and my mouth went dry at the quick glimpse of tanned, washboard abs beneath his tee.

“Fair enough,” I croaked and then exhaled a quick breath as a familiar face approached. “Oh, look. You can show Ryan your photography skills in person.”

Kit’s face lit up as the dark-haired form of our football captain got closer. Ryan looked tired, and I couldn’t blame him. I was glad Kit and Xander didn’t want to host parties at our place all the time, I couldn’t imagine anything worse.

“Hey man, did you see the photos in the group chat?”

Ryan perked up a little, brushing his hair off his face as he pulled his phone from the pocket of his jeans. “No, are they good?” Kit was practically bouncing as he watched for Ry’s reaction, vibrating with a manic energy that would have set me on edge coming from anyone else. “Oh shit,” Ryan said appreciatively, a grim smile forming on his face. “He’s a fucking mess.”

“Were you expecting anything less?” I said wryly and Ryan snorted.

“True.” He ran his hands through his hair and it was rumpled enough that it didn’t seem like the first time he’d done it. “God, I bet it’s going to be an absolute shit-tip when I get back.”

Kit clapped Ryan on the shoulder as we began to move past him. “Yep. Good luck with that.”

“You can stay at ours?” I offered and felt a little guilty for how relieved I was when Ryan shook his head.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’m heading to Nick’s right now anyway.”

“More scheming?” I raised an eyebrow and Kit grinned widely when Ryan nodded.

“Okay, well, good luck with that.”

Ryan made his way past us in the opposite direction and we were quiet as we continued walking home. I was almost sorry to leave the quiet evening air behind when we walked through the front door, but there was a peacefulness to our shared house that I appreciated.

I strode quickly into our kitchen for some water and relaxed at the sight of our open-plan kitchen-living room, it was probably my favorite thing about the house we all shared. It pained Kit, whose love language was color, but I loved the fact that everything gleamed in white, silver, and gray. It was modern and felt clean. I brushed invisible crumbs off of the white top of the breakfast bar and gulped back my drink as Kit followed me in and reached immediately for his laptop.

“Got work to do?”

Kit hummed and I hid my smile with my glass. Once he was absorbed in his work, there was pretty much no getting through to him.

“Okay, well I’m going to go study too.”

No response. I laughed quietly as I set my glass in the sink and headed for the stairs. Compared to the kitchen, the rest of the house was more worn, not as recently renovated. But it was still nicer than Aaron and Ryan’s place, even if they were slightly closer to campus than us. Of course, they also shared with Aaron’s brother and his best friend—Brad and Cody. They were… fine, and also part of the football team. But I’d happily add another ten minutes onto our commute time than live with them, or Aaron.

My shoes were quiet against the carpet on the stairs and I quickly untied them and toed them off as I walked into my bedroom. Compared to the riot of color in Kit’s room, mine seemed dull in comparison. I’d kept my walls bare and matched my sheets to the gray of the carpet, my desk was immaculate even though clothes were slung across the back of my chair, and my textbooks were organized by author, subject and then height.

Despite what I’d told Kit, I didn’t move towards the textbooks or the laptop waiting on my desk. Instead, I pulled off my tee and unbuttoned my jeans before climbing onto my bed naked.

I let my hand travel down over my stomach, remembering the flash of skin Kit had offered me earlier as my hand moved lower. I’d been painfully hard for most of the night, making our pitstop at Aaron’s party doubly uncomfortable. Normally I had more self-control, but it was hard to keep my cool after showering with Kit when our game was done. I tried not to look, I tried to ignore him, but he constantly called my attention back to him as he chattered on.

His blue hair had darkened to navy from the water and the muscles in his back had bunched together as he braced his hands against the wall, letting the water beat down and relax his body. My breath caught as a stab of desire hit me so fiercely my dick twitched in my hand. I tightened the fist around it, smoothing it up and down the shaft and curling around the sensitive head as I slowly increased my speed.

I had tried to stay focused, to get in and out of the shower as quickly as possible, but as much as other people may have been surprised to hear it—I was only human.

My hips thrust up as I imagined how differently that shower could have gone. If he’d finally kissed me, if my hands had fisted in his hair like stroking blue ink, the way our hands would have moved lower…

I gasped, my hips pushing my dick into my hand more firmly as I stroked my other hand down my abs, pretending they were his. My breaths became pants and my bed creaked a little as I reached the edge and grabbed for the tissue box I kept on my nightstand, just as my bedroom door flew open.

“Hey, I was just wondering—” Kit froze as he took me in, sprawled on my gray sheets with my dick in my hand, moments away from climax. “Shit,” he said, but it sounded more like a growl and I could feel the heat in my cheeks growing when my dick twitched in response.

Kit’s blue eyes darkened and he licked his lips before slowly reaching for the door handle. “I’m sorry. I’ll knock next time.”

I laughed, slightly breathless and he chuckled with me as I pulled a sheet over my lap and cleared my throat. There was a weird tension in the air and I blew out a small breath as I looked at him. Yeah, this was more awkward for me than him—how wouldn’t it be when the object of my fantasy walked into my room while I fantasized? To Kit, this was nothing he probably hadn’t already seen in the showers after a game, minus the hand on my dick.

“You needed something?”

Kit smirked and I knew what he was thinking, simply because he had a dirty mind and I knew him well after being at college together for nearly three years now. Clearly, I was the one who needed something—namely, the orgasm he’d interrupted. “I just wanted your opinion on a project I’m working on for class but, ah, it can wait.”

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