Chapter 17
Seventeen
Aspen
The Friday following Keene’s Arizona trip rolls around quickly, and since the Wildcats are home this weekend, it means more nights of him here with me instead of some stupid hotel room in another state. Which, as much as it shouldn’t matter to me, I’m grateful for.
Ever since the morning I woke up after he returned from Arizona to find him in my bed, half of my body sticky with sweat since he’s a literal space heater, I’ve come to crave more contact with him.
And as much as I despise sharing a bed with anyone—and Keene takes up more room than any girl I’ve ever had sleep over—I can’t help but love waking with our limbs tangled together.
It’s just…different with him.
I’m different with him.
He hasn’t tried to crawl in my bed since, but I’m to the point where I don’t think I’d stop him if he tried.
In fact, I think I’m more disappointed he hasn’t snuck in here in the few days since.
Besides, I’d love nothing more than to wake him up with a blowjob in the middle of the night, one of these days.
Which I haven’t gotten to do yet, since he keeps denying me the chance.
I could be a little more vocal about it, or maybe even forceful and take what I want…
but when this whole thing started, it was about Keene and his sexual exploration.
It was never meant to be about me and what I want to do to him.
I guess I can’t really complain either, because damn is his mouth talented, but I haven’t done much more than fuck him with my fist, and it makes me wonder if there’s a reason why he doesn’t want my mouth on him.
The only thing I can think of is that he thinks I don’t want to give back to him.
It definitely seems that way, no matter how ludicrous the theory is. I love sex, and Keene knows that. Add in that I definitely love what Keene and I are doing together, so why wouldn’t I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel?
But I can’t lie; I’m craving him. To know how he tastes and feels sliding over my tongue. And the last thing I want is my partner in the bedroom to feel like I’m not giving them the same amount of attention they give me.
I’m a tit-for-tat kind of guy.
Which is how I end up basically sprinting to his room after cutting out of my studio early today, ready to start making some demands of him. Namely, to let me suck his dick until he begs me to stop.
Except when I burst through the door of his room to find him lying across his bed—sans shirt, as fucking always—he shoots a glare at me and snaps his laptop closed before pulling it closer to his stomach. I halt in the doorway, taking in the slight scowl on his face.
Whoa. What the hell?
“What’re you doing?” I ask slowly, taking in the blush creeping from his cheeks down his neck—a telltale sign of his embarrassment.
“Nothing,” he says a little too quickly. “Just some homework.”
I give him a knowing look, my brows arching as I cross over to him. “Really? Then why do you look like you were about to rub one out to some porn?”
One of the benefits of knowing Keene as well as I do is that I’m able to read him way too easily. He doesn’t even have a chance to hide the guilt on his face before a smile breaks across my face.
“Oh my God, you totally were.” When he doesn’t respond, the blush now starting to spread to the top of his pecs, I let out a laugh. “If you wanted to get off, you could’ve just waited for me to get home.”
In fact, now that I’m here…
He frowns, his hands tightening on the laptop. “Maybe I wanted a solo session, okay?”
The corners of my lips curl up at the lie, which I know it absolutely is, because who the fuck would prefer to masturbate over someone else’s hand or mouth?
“If you say so,” I say with a shrug before plopping down on the bed and crawling up beside him. His frown deepens as he watches me settle in, my back against the wall and thigh pressed against his. “What?”
“Don’t you have something to do?”
I shake my head. “Nope. So what’re we watching?”
He lets out a long-winded sigh, his eyes sinking closed as he taps his fingers on the laptop. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s counting to ten, so he doesn’t murder me or something.
“If you’re actually planning to be a dickhead by staying in here, you can’t judge me. I was just…retrying something you’d suggested.”
What?
I’m completely lost on what he’s talking about…until he lifts the laptop open, and my eyes take in the screen before me.
And the thumbnail of two men making out naked on a couch is the one pulled up.
Oh, shit.
“Gay porn,” I say softly, trying to keep the surprise out of my voice. I must not manage it very well, though, because Keene aims another glare at me.
“I said, no judgment.”
“I’m not judging,” I say quickly. “Just…observing.”
“Great observation, Pen.” He rolls his eyes. “So now that you know it’s gonna be two dudes fucking, will you go?”
I honestly wasn’t prepared to watch gay porn with him. Hell, I wasn’t really prepared to watch any porn with him for more than five minutes before jumping him. But my curiosity on how I’ll react to this is planting me firmly in the hell no, I’m staying category.
Instead of answering though, I smirk and ask, “Don’t you dare?”
His nostrils flare, the pink on his cheeks returning when he realizes where I’m going with this. “I hate you so much.”
“No, you don’t. Now answer.”
The tick of his jaw makes me think he’ll actually say no and tell me to get the fuck out so he can have some privacy. So when he whispers fine, my stomach does a little flutter of happiness. And maybe a little bit of nervousness too.
“I dare you to let me stay and watch with you.”
I think I hear him mutter something along the lines of Jesus, take the wheel before he looks at me, his entire face as red as a tomato now.
“If you start doing anything stupid, I’m kicking you out.” I go to reply, but the second I open my mouth, he glares and says, “I’m dead serious, Pen.”
All I do is nod in acceptance of his terms, then he clicks into full screen and hits play before setting the laptop off to his side where we both can see it.
I’m not really sure what I was expecting of gay porn, but it sure wasn’t to start off with one dude on his knees while he straight up deep throats another dude’s cock within the first five seconds.
And though I know it’s porn and it’s actors who are literally paid to fuck, these guys make it look easy to take an eight or nine incher to the hilt.
It’s impressive.
“Damn,” I whisper, my eyes wide as I flick my attention to Keene briefly before moving back to the screen.
It took Keene a few tries to really get the hang of taking me as deep as this guy on the screen is—and while I’m a good size, I’m not nearly as thick—but he made it look pretty easy too.
Which makes me wonder if…is it even that hard to deep-throat a dick?
From all the girls I’ve been with, they made it out to be a challenge. Then again, none of them were nearly as enthusiastic about my cock as Keene is.
I watch as the scene shifts, the guy who was sucking now bent over the arm of a couch as the other one fingers the hell outta his ass.
Like, he’s really pounding into him, and I swear, something like that should hurt like a motherfucker.
Yet from the pants and moans coming through the laptop speakers, the dude getting finger-fucked is loving every second of it.
Keene shifts beside me, one hand coming to rest on his lap as he discreetly tries to adjust himself without me noticing. I notice, though. Because Keene’s reaction to this is far more interesting than the acts playing out on the screen.
Even when the top slides inside his partner and starts fucking him hard and relentlessly, I’m still more entranced by Keene.
Literally, these two guys on the screen are going at each other like they’re starved animals and it does nothing for me.
I’m not hard or turned on in the slightest. Which should be confusing as hell for me, considering how hot I get just looking at Keene without a damn shirt on.
Who—speaking of—is now pitching a rather impressive tent beneath his sweats while his attention stays fixated on the screen.
He’s liking it, apparently.
But it’s that sight—of Keene’s arousal, rather than the porn—that finally gets my cock perking up behind my shorts.
Huh, how ‘bout that?
The memory of him in the shower the other night as he came apart by his hands and my words floods my mind as I stare at him. That was basically live action porn, so why did that get me geared up and ready to go, but this isn’t?
It makes no sense to me, no matter how I try to rationalize it, so I’m done trying to figure it out. I’m just gonna go with it instead of overthinking things like I always do.
This is sex. Sex with Keene turns me on. That’s all that matters.
Keene clears his throat, the hand resting across his stomach adjusting his hard-on again briefly. I swear I even catch him giving the tip a little squeeze, a clear indication of trying to calm himself down while I’m still in the room.
But I have zero intentions of letting him take care of that by himself.
“This getting you hot?”
He glances down at his obvious erection before his gaze—practically searing with heat—lands on me. “Not at all.”
My lips twitch into a smile, and I catch his attention moving to my dimple. “Damn shame.”
“It really is,” he says, a sharp laugh coming from him before his attention moves back to the screen. “Guess I better keep watching.”
He can keep watching all he wants, but I’m over this shit. Nothing’s turning me on more than he is right now, seeing his want and desire before me plain as day. Which is how I find myself leaning over him until my lips press against the column of his throat, just below his ear.