Chapter 2
Two
Caleb perused the numbers on the spreadsheet again, a heavy sigh sliding out as he admitted to himself that they hadn’t changed.
Class that day—hell, classes most of the week—had been a trial of trying to concentrate.
Most of the lessons had gone soaring over his head, and he’d spent the better part of their Friday night trying to get a handle his assignments.
“They won’t change just because you stare at them harder, you know.”
“Of course they won’t fucking change,” Caleb mumbled.
“Just leave it for a while. Put it down and come back to it later. The error will jump out at you.”
“Shut up, Levi.”
“Don’t be a bitch,” Levi admonished, stroking his fingers through Caleb’s hair as he stood, looking over his shoulder at the spreadsheet. “We already know this technique works for you. And you have all weekend to do this assignment. You should spend tonight doing me.”
“One track mind, you.” Caleb forced himself to focus on his work and ignore Levi now standing behind him and slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. He’d be lost if he looked at the broad, fuzz-covered chest being revealed one slow, tantalising inch at a time.
“Since when is that a problem?” The shirt rustled to the floor and the rougher scrape of a zipper indicated Levi had started on his jeans. “Me thinking about your dick in my ass has never been an issue before.”
“Easy for you,” Caleb muttered, setting his spreadsheet down and attacking it with an eraser. “You actually like your program. You’re good at it.”
“Caleb, come on?—”
“You don’t have to dig every mark out of your own flesh with a spoon, Lev.”
“Neither would you if you would just?—”
“What?” Caleb whirled on him in the tight confines of the dorm room. His eraser went flying across the room and Levi lifted one blond eyebrow at Caleb.
“Did I hit a nerve?”
“God!” Caleb huffed as he retrieved his eraser.
“You hit every nerve.” He slammed the eraser onto the table before turning to Levi again.
“I don’t want to talk about ‘if I just’ anything.
” He took Levi’s face in one hand and pressed his forehead against Levi’s. “You think it’s so easy, and it’s not.”
“It’s only as hard as you make it, babe.” Levi cupped his face to lift his head away so he could look Caleb in the eye.
“It’s not just me making things hard.”
A smirk cut across Levi’s face.
“We’re talking about school,” Caleb growled.
“Yes. Of course we are.” Levi leaned in to take a kiss.
“Nice try.” Caleb snaked fingers into Levi’s hair, took control of the contact, and pressed until Levi was groaning into his mouth. He advanced a few steps, stopping only when Levi’s back fetched up against the bunk beds.
“Caleb,” Levi ground out.
“You want me to do you?”
“Sure.” A little shrug was all he could manage with the way Caleb had him pinned, but he didn’t look away from Caleb’s glare. “But you’re busy. Doing maths.” The smirk turned up tighter at one corner. “Wouldn’t want to tear you away to do something more fun. Why do the easy thing?”
“You calling yourself easy?”
“For you?” Levi’s grin flared in his eyes, and in Caleb’s gut.
He should be irked Levi could get under his skin so fast, both in the way he’d sparked Caleb’s temper, and now, the way he sparked his libido.
Still, his cock was hard, and he’d opened his belt without even thinking about it. Fucking was better than fighting, even if it hadn’t been his idea. He stepped back a single step. “Your mouth first. Then the math,” he demanded.
Levi nodded, still watching him like a hawk.
At least he had the decency to look Caleb in the eye as he sank to his knees and handed his triumph over.
He made short work of opening Caleb’s zipper and pulling his jeans down far enough to get at his cock.
His gaze lowered to his task as he ran hot lips over navy blue lace, a tiny sigh wafting a steamy breath over Caleb.
Unable to stop himself, Caleb thrust his hips forward, pressing his erection and the lace covering it into Levi’s face. It made his heart stutter at the sight of Levi’s lips pressed against the lace, the flush in his cheeks, and his lashes fluttering against pink skin.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Caleb muttered, wrapping both hands around the back of Levi’s head and twining his fingers into his blond waves.
Levi’s calloused hands roved over his ass, fingers hooking under the thong’s lace.
Between the rough slide of calluses and lace over skin, Caleb got lost in the shivers wracking his body.
The wet heat of Levi’s mouth engulfing his dick almost had his knees buckling.
The slick skill of his tongue hauled Caleb right to the edge in less time than it had taken to get him away from the desk.
“Lev…” Caleb sank fingers deeper into the blond thatch and thrust his hips forward.
Levi made a sound, deep in his throat, and Caleb felt the convulsive shudder as Levi wrestled with his gag reflex and lost. The tight constriction of Levi’s throat closing around his cock was enough.
He had just the presence of mind to pull back and not drown Levi in spunk.
His lover didn’t seem to mind wearing it instead, though.
Nor did he protest when Caleb hauled him to his feet, turned him around and proceeded to jack him off with one hand and pry into him with the spit-soaked fingers of his other.
Levi jolted spasmodically between one touch and the other, emitting tiny grunting noises that sounded like he was biting something back.
Caleb thrust harder, tightened his fist around Levi’s cock and pressed his face close to Levi’s ear. “Do this for me, Lev,” he whispered, voice low and rough.
“Oh, fu-uck.” Levi’s entire body shuddered just before every muscle went stiff.
Caleb wiggled his fingers, dug deep until he felt it, and pressed on Levi’s nerves.
With a shout, Levi buckled. Come spurted over the lower bunk and Caleb abandoned his ass in favour of clamping an arm around him to keep him from falling.
“Happy now?” Caleb asked, voice still low and rough in Levi’s ear.
“Mm.” Levi let out a long, low, decadent sigh and sagged, trusting all his weight to Caleb’s embrace.
“Sex, sex. All the time,” Caleb muttered, carefully turning Levi around and lapping his own come from Levi’s chin, then wiping him clean with the discarded shirt.
“Mm, yes. And here’s you, refusing to participate, Cally.”
“Shut it.” Caleb propped his lover against the bed frame again, taking his face in both hands. “I got you off—now help me with the stupid numbers.”
“Don’t be so bossy.”
Caleb leaned close and planted a heavy, sweet kiss on Levi’s mouth. That Levi kept him, even when he was a dick humbled him. “Pretty please,” he said as they parted, trying to convey his appreciation.
“Much better.” Levi gave his best grin as he stepped out of his crumpled jeans and padded across the room to the tiny powder room to wash his face.
“You going to get dressed?” Caleb asked as they traded places and he washed up, too.
“The day you actually take your clothes off when we have sex, I might think about getting dressed again after.”
“That makes no sense.” Caleb dropped into the desk chair, picked up the eraser with a sigh and resumed rubbing out his previous work.
“Uh-huh.” Levi placed a hand over his and stopped him. “Always assuming keeping your clothes on when you make love does make sense, of course.” He studied the spread sheet over Caleb’s shoulder as he leaned on the desk and let his free hand stray down under the front of Caleb’s T-shirt.
Under the thick cotton, Levi’s fingers found a thin strap, followed it down to the soft, satiny material of the camisole Caleb had hidden against his skin.
“Levi…”
Caleb tilted his head to one side and sighed, less heavy this time, as Levi’s hot breath wafted along the side of his neck and his fingers drifted over his nipples through the secret second skin of satin.
He closed his own hands on Levi’s, the material of his T-shirt between them, but he didn’t stop the other man’s manipulations.
“Shh. Let me take care of you, Cally,” he whispered, lips brushing like the breath of life against his skin as he spoke. “Just relax.”
The door to the room banged open making Caleb jump and reminding him there was no such thing as privacy in a student residence.
“Break it up, douchebags!”
Levi flopped, his weight falling heavy across Caleb’s shoulders as he drew his hands out of his clothing.
“Really, Angel?” he complained, lifting his voice from the husky whisper to a high-pitched whine… right in Caleb’s ear.
“Jeez!” Caleb yanked away from him and turned his annoyed attention to their friend as he swaggered in. “What do you want?” He stood, placing his own bulk between Levi and the open door as the other man hauled his jeans back on.
“Touchy!”
“You interrupted,” Levi pointed out, tone matter of fact because he was always the reasonable one.
“Considering you didn’t lock the door, that’s probably a good thing.” Angel waggled his finger between them, his gaze pointedly on Levi’s efforts to zip his pants. “Unless y’all are into exhibitions or something. You want just anyone to walk in on this shit?”
They both glared at him.
“I only bring it up because I care. There’s always that one jerk who’s going to be a dick about it.”
Caleb shot their friend an exaggerated, shocked glare. “Really? I had no idea there were assholes on campus.”
“I’m just sayin’.”
Caleb shimmied out from between his boyfriend and the desk the second Levi was once again decent. “Whatever. What do you want?”
“Oh, yeah.” Angel shrugged himself back on track and pulled a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket. “Speaking of exhibitions, check this out.” He spread the paper across Caleb’s homework and splayed a big hand over it to hold it flat.