Chapter 3
Enough time had passed. It was time to get up.
“We should get back to studying.”
He ignored the soft, disappointed sigh from Lance.
Reece tried to jump to his feet but only got one foot under him before falling to his hands and knees.
Holy shit, his head was still spinning. Was that supposed to happen?
“Okay there, dude? Or did I suck your brains out through your dick?” Lance laughed and slapped Reece’s ass.
“Fuck you. I just stood up too fast!”
“Oh,” Lance said in a weird tone.
Lance slapped Reece’s ass again.
“I’m getting up! Gimme a sec, I’m still lightheaded.”
“What? Yeah, nah, dude. It’s your ass.”
“I know, I know, I have a flabby ass. You don’t have to rub it in.”
Reece stumbled to his feet, dodging another slap from Lance.
“The fuck? No! Your ass is amazing!”
“Ha Ha. I know my ass is flabby. I go to the gym, you know! I’m trying to work it off.”
“Who told you it was flabby?”
“Some girls.”
“Criminal. Your ass is wasted on them.”
“I’m already pulling an all-nighter with you; you don’t need to ‘build me up’ or whatever.”
Was this Lance’s awkward attempt to preemptively break the tension from the blowjob? Or was he just so relaxed that he was running his mouth?
Lance scooped up both their backpacks and handed over Reece’s once he could stand up straight.
“Criminal,” Lance repeated. “Your ass is so fuckable! No gay man would ever call it flabby.”
Reece scoffed and stalked back to the computer lab.
Lance was being ridiculous. Reece knew he had to work on his body. Sucking his dick or not, he would not take being pandered to lying down.
“I’m serious! A bottom would kill for an ass like yours. Or to be more precise, a top would kill to fuck a bubble butt like yours.”
All Reece heard was bubble = flabby.
“You gays have the weirdest taste.”
“C’mon, dude, don’t be like that. Your ass is hot!”
“Shh!” Reece hissed the second they turned the corner.
A few other students were loitering outside the computer lab, one of them on their knees and fiddling with the door. Reece knew two of them, Corey and Brooks.
“They locked us out!?” Lance said.
“Can’t believe I went to all this trouble just for this to happen,” Brooks said.
“We’ll figure something out,” Corey said.
“Didn’t anyone bring laptops? We knew they were getting more strict.”
“Nah mate, that’s why we’re here.”
“And we can’t leave or the alarm will go off. Great.”
“Fuck this, I’m going to sleep,” Brooks said and stalked towards the couches.
The one kneeling sighed. “Guess we’ll have to use our phones or go old school with books.”
“I can’t believe that librarian let me suck his cock and didn’t warn me,” Lance grumbled privately to Reece. “Guess there’s only one option for us…”
Corey and Brooks pushed past them, arguing loudly.
“How can you sleep when the test is tomorrow!” Corey hissed behind them, chasing after Brooks. “You need to study. You’re not getting out of your promised favor!”
Reece grabbed Lance by the arm and dragged him over to a few tables near a wall of floor to ceiling windows. They were on the second story, overlooking the parking lot and a few trees. Nice and private.
Perfect.
“I’m going to fail. I know it. I need this test or finals are going to be brutal! And now I’m fucked. Last time I suck off that asshole librarian, I don’t care how hot he looks in glasses.”
Reece looked around to make sure they were alone. He didn’t want to share with strangers who couldn’t be bothered to plan ahead.
“Don’t worry. I brought my laptop.”
“Oh I could kiss you!”
“No thanks!” Reece frantically waved his hands.
In lieu of a kiss, Lance enveloped Reece in a bone-crushing hug.
“A nice dick, a perfect ass, and always prepared - you’re the complete package. Your next girlfriend is going to have to go through me.”
Lance pinched Reece’s ass with a cheeky wink.
Reece rolled his eyes and shoved Lance away, playfully.
Thank God it was too dark to see his blush.
Lance didn’t mean it. And even if he did, Reece wasn’t about to jeopardize their friendship for a quick fuck.
… if he repeated it to himself enough times, he might just believe it.
“I’m working on tightening up my ass, you can drop it. Now can we be serious and get back to studying?”
“Dude, in all seriousness,” Lance said, hand on Reece’s shoulder. “Your ass is like catnip for men like me. You’re lucky you’re straight, or you’d never sit comfortably again.”
“That’s right. I’m straight. And distracting yourself with my ass isn’t going to help you pass the test tomorrow.”
Lance sighed. “Fiiiine, your loss.”
Reece let out a soft, relieved sigh.
He didn’t think he could stand hearing one more second of how badly Lance wanted to fuck his ass.
He had to be strong.
He couldn’t let Lance’s words get to him.
He couldn’t think about how flattering Lance’s little rant had been. The part of his body he was most insecure about was gay catnip?
If only Reece could be so lucky.