Chapter 14
Dax
“S o…what’s going on with you and Miles?
” Aiden asks as a group of us crowd the kitchen, each man for himself as we scour the space for breakfast. Over the last week Aiden’s been rushing Alpha Theta Mu.
Next week, decisions will be made regarding our new recruits, but he always seems to be around, regardless of his current non-member status.
I’m sure that will change soon—his status, I mean.
I like the kid, and not just because he’s legacy since Marty was an ATM.
I think he’ll be good for us. There’s no doubt in my mind he’s getting in, even if he is a nosy bastard.
“Did you say something? Couldn’t hear you.
” And I couldn’t answer his question even if I wanted to.
What is up with me and Miles? I don’t know.
We’re hooking up, I guess. That much is obvious.
The sex we had after the Sigma Alpha party was hands down the best I’ve ever had, and that’s saying a lot.
Something about him pushes all my buttons.
Listening to him, letting him tell me what to do and trying to be so fucking good for him, is a whole-ass rush I didn’t expect.
It’s not like I’ve never been submissive in bed before, but it didn’t alter my brain chemistry the way it does with Miles.
There’s no fucking way I’m saying that to these guys, at least not yet.
I’m not one to hold secrets, but everything with Miles feels so precarious, and I don’t think any of them would get it anyway.
“You and Miles?” he says again.
“Why? You want a turn with me?” It’s cute the way Aiden’s cheeks turn pink. He’s adorable. A little young for me, but adorable. The thing is, I haven’t wanted anyone but Miles since that first blowjob.
“That’s not… I wasn’t…”
Everyone laughs, making Aiden call us all fuckers.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I shove my hand into the Cheerios box, grabbing a handful and popping a few into my mouth. They’re a good source of fiber and all that.
“I heard you disappeared with him at the party last weekend,” Aiden persists.
“Don’t forget the questionable glimpses through the window,” Teddy adds for what’s probably the hundredth time this week.
He must have seen something—either that or someone else did and mentioned it to him.
The idea is hot, just like it was that night.
I’ve never been shy about my body or enjoying sex.
“If you wanna watch, all you have to do is ask.” I wink at Teddy, who gives me the finger.
“Man, fuck that guy,” Damien chimes in. “I can’t believe you’re hooking up with him.” He piles his plate with what must be a dozen eggs. How fucking much does this guy eat? He’s a monster, though, so I guess he’s gotta feed those fucking muscles.
“I felt bad for him when he had the panic attack,” Leo says. He’s a good guy and thinks about shit like that more than the others. It’s why I knew he’d be a good president. We need someone who can be more objective.
As they sit around discussing Miles, all I can think about is how much he would hate this.
He doesn’t like being the center of attention, doesn’t like to be dissected.
It’s wild how I feel like I know him already, though really, he hasn’t shared that much with me about himself.
Still, he’s shared more with me than with anyone else, as far as I can tell, and that…
fuck, knowing that does something to me, makes me feel some kinda way I’m not used to.
“You guys all keep talking about him so much, I’m gonna assume you want to fuck him,” I say, eating a few more Cheerios and hoping that will shut them up.
For a reason I don’t understand, I want to protect this thing I have going with Miles.
I don’t want anyone getting into our heads about it.
I’d like the chance to get to know him without everyone fucking it up.
We’ve been texting back and forth all week, which is wild as fuck.
We had another bathroom blowjob after art class too.
I love how riled up he gets for me, how much he wants me, love knowing that when I’m naked in that classroom, everyone else is thinking about art but Miles is obsessing about what it feels like to be buried in my ass, to have my mouth around his dick or what mine tastes like.
I’ve always liked to feel wanted—it’s something my old therapist and I discussed—but it’s even more potent to be wanted by Miles.
“Hello? Earth to Dax.” Leo waves his hand in front of my face, and I realize I was daydreaming.
“Hmm?”
“The cereal. Can I have it?”
“Sure.” I grab another handful, pass it over to him, then return to my room.
I don’t have class today, but I do have a shift at the hospital where I have a part-time job.
It’s only a few days a month. I don’t need the money.
My dad is loaded, and that’s one thing he doesn’t mind giving me.
It keeps me away from him, I guess. But work experience is key, since this is what I want to do with my life.
I like helping people, like being in a hospital setting.
I shower, and as I’m drying off, I have an idea.
My phone sits on the counter, so I pick it up, wipe the fog off the mirror as best as I can, and take a mirror photo, side view because I like the way my ass looks that way.
Miles’s name is on the top because he’s the last person I messaged, so I attach the photo with a good-morning message.
I check my cell too many times while I’m brushing my teeth and putting on my scrubs.
I check it in the car too. Is he lying in bed right now?
Will he wake up hard, see my photo, then lazily stroke himself off to me?
I hope so. God, I need to stop obsessing about him , I tell myself as I park at the hospital and try to push Miles Tanner out of my mind.
As soon as I get into the building, I run into Jameson, one of the X-ray techs. “Hey, Dax. What’s up, man?”
“Hey. How you doing?”
Jameson is hot—over six feet tall, his black hair in twists, and this deep voice that does shit to my insides—so of course we’ve hooked up.
He loves getting fucked, and I’ve given him what he wants a few times.
The way his eyes are tracking me up and down this morning, I can tell what’s on his mind, and normally, I would be down.
But again, it’s like I have fucking Miles-brain and can’t think about anyone but him.
“What time do you get off?” he asks.
“Three, but I can’t today…”
He cocks a brow, his voice low when he says, “This is the first time you’ve turned down a shot at my ass.”
Yes, yes it is, and I’m still not sure why I’m doing it. Miles and I aren’t a thing. Plus, I don’t want to be a thing with anyone…right? “Yeah, fucked up, isn’t it? I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m sure I’ll regret it.”
Jameson grins. “I’m sure you will too.”
I groan. “Don’t rub it in.” I start walking backward. “Maybe another time.” Once Miles and I get this shit out of our systems, I’ll go back to being my happily slutty self.
I clock in, then check out my work pager for the day.
I’m a patient transporter, so I move patients from one place in the hospital to another, taking them to their room from the ED, for tests and such.
Sometimes I have quite a bit of downtime, and I like to chat with the patients, especially those who are here for a lot of tests or in the oncology unit.
I figure it’s nice to have someone to talk to, someone to make them smile, and I like being that for people.
My phone buzzes, and since my work phone is in my hand, I know it’s my personal one. I find a quiet corner and pull it out, grinning when I see Miles’s name on the screen.
Miles: Mmm, that’s a nice sight to wake up to. I can’t wait to be all up in that ass again.
That makes two of us. The guy really knows how to work his dick.
Me: It’s feeling very empty.
Miles: Maybe I’ll have to plug it up for you next time I see you.
My dick stirs behind my scrubs. This is one hundred percent not what I should be focusing on while at work.
Me: Be good. You’ll get me hard at the hospital.
Miles: Are you hurt? Why are you at the hospital?
His worry softens something inside me even more for him. I haven’t even thought about the fact that I never told him I pick up a few shifts a month here. He’s…sweet. I feel like Miles worries about people more than he’d ever let on.
I suddenly remember his panic attack.
Me: Shit. I’m sorry. I’m fine. I have a part-time job here. I’m okay.
Bubbles pop up, stop, then start again, like he keeps deleting whatever he’s about to say. It’s killing me not to know. Imagining him overthinking in this way that most people would never associate with him.
Miles: What do you do there?
I’m guessing that’s not what he originally meant to say.
Me: Patient transporter. So if I ever stop responding or take a while, it’s because I got a page.
It’s not something I would tell anyone else, but I want to make sure Miles knows. I don’t want him getting all up in his head if I go quiet. I have a feeling he’s really hard on himself in there.
Miles: Already making excuses to avoid replying to me?
I laugh, and we text back and forth for a few minutes before I get a call to bring a patient from the ER to the floor.
Things pick up after that, and I get quite a few transports.
In between, though, we keep messaging. We don’t talk about anything important, just chat, like friends, like two guys trying to get to know each other, though I’m not sure if that’s me projecting or if he’s thinking the same thing.
With each conversation we share, he opens up a little more, allows me into those parts of him that were previously locked up. I enjoy exploring these different sides of him…and I also want to fuck him again, touch him, kiss him, be a good, good boy for him.
When I step into the breakroom for my half-hour lunch, the space is empty. I get a water and some chips from the machine before sitting on the couch and doing something I rarely do with anyone other than my brother. I call someone.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Miles answers.
“Calling you.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to hear your voice,” I flirt.
“And now you’ve heard it. Bye.”
“Don’t hang up,” I laugh. “You’re an asshole.”
“Are you just figuring that out?”
“No. Just surprised I like it.”
He’s quiet for a moment, like he doesn’t know how to respond. “What are you doing now?”
“Sitting in an empty breakroom. I have thirty minutes, so I hope you have time to entertain me.”
“Is there a bathroom close by?” he asks, making my skin heat.
“Why do you ask?”
“Because you teased me this morning, and now I want more.”
That’s all it takes for blood to flood my groin, for my cock to plump, eager at his words. “Yes,” I reply.
“Go to the bathroom, Dax,” he orders, and I eagerly obey, locking the door behind me.
“Okay, I’m here.”
“Can you video call? Will anyone hear if they come in?”
“It’s almost always empty in here, and this bathroom is like a steel trap. I think we’re okay.”
“Take off your clothes, and I’ll call you.”
I set the phone down, quickly washing and sanitizing my hands before getting naked, hanging my clothes on the hooks against the wall. Hospital staff cleans up in these bathrooms a lot, so they’re clean and properly stocked.
My fingers tremble with excitement as I answer the video call and see Miles’s sexy face filling the screen.
“Let me see,” he says, so I scan the phone down my body, showing off. “Good boy,” he tells me, and I swear, I fucking preen under his praise.
“Yes. I am.”
Miles grins. “We’ll make this nice and quick for you. Set the phone down so I can see you, spit in your hand, and stroke.”
“Gladly.” I’m dying, rock hard already, just the thought of jerking off for him making my body pulse and throb with desire.
I prop the phone up against the sink, wish I had something better than spit, but thankfully, I’m already fucking leaking, so my precum will help slick the way. I spit into my hand, then let some dribble onto my dick before giving it a slow stroke, my gaze on Miles the whole time.
The fucker is dressed in an old T-shirt with paint stains on it. I know he’s an artist, that he draws, but does he paint too? I hate that I never took the chance to get to know more about him before now.
“Did you jack off looking at my photo this morning?” I ask quietly.
“You know I did.”
“Good. I wanted you to.” I rub my palm over the slick head of my dick, then back down my shaft.
“I edged myself…every time I was close, I pulled off, torturing myself just so I could look at you longer, and now I’ll do the same to you, only I don’t think I’ll let you come at all.”
I moan sluttily. “Please, Miles. Let me come.” Stroking, savoring, my whole body tingling and already eager to come.
“No. Use your other hand to play with your balls,” he commands, and I do, rolling them, palming them, while I keep my other hand going on my shaft.
Watching the hungry look in his eyes, the dominance Miles always carries with him, is amping up my pleasure, my neediness. He’s so fucking intense, everything about him is, and I didn’t know how much that turned me on until Miles.
“Look at how well you listen. I love it. You’re so fucking hot when you’re good for me. You want to come already, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” I hiss out. I usually have better stamina, but Miles is too damn good.
“You want it bad?”
I stroke faster, squeeze a little tighter, feel dizzy and realize I’m holding my breath. “So bad. Please let me.”
“No.”
“You’re such a fucking sadist.”
“And you like it.”
Yes, I really fucking do.
I’m so close to the edge, toes curled in my socks, body rocking as I jerk myself for Miles, trying to be good and hold off for him and— knock, knock, knock.
“Anyone in there?”
I freeze, eyes wide, as if whoever is on the other side of the door can see me, and mute the phone. Miles is laughing, enjoying the hell out of my predicament.
“I’ll be right out,” I say. “Stomach is messing with me.”
I can tell Miles is laughing harder. I switch the call to voice, putting it by my ear.
“What time do you get off?” he asks.
“Three.”
“Come over,” Miles says, and ends the call.
There’s not a chance in hell I’m not going.