Chapter 22
Marty
I wasn’t expecting my senior year to end with a bang. But it’s ending with plenty.
Ryan and I can’t keep our hands off each other. Or really, he can’t seem to keep his dick out of me, and I wouldn’t want him to.
When we aren’t fucking, I’m showing him the new moves I’m learning in my tango class—something we’re keeping up with even after he confessed that the whole thing was just to help him win his bet against Ty and Keegan.
My instructor’s actually given me credit for improving, which I know is from my practice with Ry.
Kind of stunning, considering all the distractions that come up when we’re attempting to get a session in.
In other news, Ryan revealed his draft news to everyone, and since then, I can tell he’s more at ease, especially since his former agent has stopped calling with one of her go-to strategies to encourage him to stay the course: a.k.a.
, guilting him about all the work she invested into his career, assuring him that he’s blowing his big break, or recommending some great “wellness centers” that can council him through whatever issue he’s going through.
He was patient with her, and with the draft coming up at the end of the month, she must’ve realized her time was up.
Outside of this and the occasional reminders Ryan has of his parents’ impending divorce, it’s been a hot, fun time, something I experience in all its glory this morning, as I wake with a stir, feeling Ryan’s arms tight against my waist, his pelvis glued to my ass.
His air mattress hasn’t gotten much attention since we started sharing the same bed.
It started with him falling asleep while we cuddled, and now it’s become our new ritual.
I like how tight he holds me; feels so protective.
My big linebacker making sure his piece of ass stays close in case he needs to use it later.
That, mixed with his fresh scent, gets my already thick morning wood that much harder.
It’s wild to think that I started the semester totally infatuated with Angie, and now I’m so busy thinking about what I want to do with Ryan, I just don’t think of her like that anymore. Like a switch flipped off.
I’ve been still for maybe thirty minutes. Don’t know what time it is, but I’m guessing we don’t have too much time before we have to get up and get ready for our first class.
I must’ve intuited it or something because my alarm sounds, and I start to get up to turn it off, but Ryan’s hold firms and he grunts.
“No,” he insists, burying his face against the back of my neck and pushing his crotch against my ass. Heat rushes to my face.
“I don’t like it any more than you do. And if we don’t get it now, your noise is gonna start going off. And MegaDie or Judas Kills or whatever the hell weird-ass-named band you have is gonna start playing.”
“You know that’s not their names,” he says before offering a peck against the back of my neck, soft…sweet, even. I’m learning there are a lot of sweet sides to the guy I couldn’t have found any redeeming qualities to a few weeks ago.
“Siri, could you please turn off the alarm?” I say, and it shuts off.
“It’s adorable that you say please and thank you to Siri.”
“I’m adorable like that.” Guess I’m feeling a little flirty this morning.
“You know what wasn’t adorable? Watching a scary movie before bed.”
“Alien?” I ask. “It’s more sci-fi.” I sneak a glance as he tilts his head. I concede, “Okay, maybe Lance’s movie tastes have rubbed off on me a little.” Lance loves him a horror film.
“Rubbed off? Now you’re playing with fire.” As he says that, he slides his hand down to my stiff cock. “Oh fuck. Not again.”
Not sure what he means. “Not again?”
“Yeah, now I’m gonna have to drain you before we go to class.” He groans. “Such a tough job, but someone has to do it.” He offers a few pumps, and I can feel his dick stiffening against my ass.
“I think we’re both gonna need to be drained if you keep that up.”
“Don’t be rude and leave me blue balling if I’m kind enough to get you off.” He bites at my shoulder, and a rush of adrenaline flows through me. It’s like he gave me a taste of a drug, and now I can’t be without it.
“I wouldn’t want to be rude,” I say, “but we have, like, thirty minutes before we have to be out of here.”
“Then I’d better make it quick.”
On cue, his alarm sounds. It used to bug the crap out of me, but now that I don’t hate Ryan, I actually think it’s pretty cute.
“Hey, Siri, fuck off!” he snaps.
The alarm silences, and I laugh. “You could be a little nicer to your Siri.”
“Let’s not start the morning with a fight. We don’t have time to get that in and makeup sex.” He slides his cock between my ass cheeks as he continues stroking me.
“Maybe we can have the makeup sex after classes,” I tease.
“But we can still jerk off now?”
“Of course.”
He pauses before saying, “I can work with that,” which gets me laughing.
Fuck, the guy knows how to make me laugh nearly as well as he knows how to piss me the hell off.
He sweeps his hand over the head of my cock, and I can feel his warm, wet palm.
“I already got you leaking,” he whispers. “Mmmm. Perfect. This is gonna save us time so I don’t have to grab a protein bar.”
“Oh, is my dick only a convenience for you now?”
“Hey, don’t act like that’s all I think of you for. You know your ass is a convenience for me too.”
Still the same old frathole—although this is the only kind of frathole I’m interested in.
He shifts about, and it’s like we’re on autopilot as he gives me space to roll onto my back and he starts crawling down my body. He takes some nibbles and kisses on his way to service me. I can already tell it’s not gonna take him long to get me off.
When he reaches my dick, he looks up at me.
His bangs are flat against his forehead, with a stray lock rebelling against the others the way it sometimes gets in the morning.
There’s a wicked expression on his face—the expression of a guy who knows he’s learned every trick on how to get me off and is fully prepared to use them.
He leans down, running his tongue along the shaft, and I roll my head back, gasping as a surge like a subtle electric jolt rushes through me. It’s the sort of rush that assures me I won’t need coffee this morning.
He offers another lick when a loud knock comes from the door.
“Fuck,” I mutter, but Ryan doesn’t seem to give a fuck as he takes my cock into his mouth, like he’s so greedy for it that he can’t even hear the interruption. The way he works his mouth has me vibrating and shifting about before there’s another knock.
“Uh…yeah?” I call out. My eyes widen as Ryan works his magic tongue, apparently not at all fazed.
“Quick question,” Lance’s voice comes from the other side of the door.
Ryan’s already got his lips trailing down toward the base of my cock. As he stimulates my nerves, I grit my teeth to keep down the moan I’d normally let loose.
“Which is?” I ask. He doesn’t reply, so I call out again. “Lance, what did you need?” I’m sure I sound like a dick right now, but it’s Ryan’s fault.
“Oh,” Lance says. “I thought you were coming to the door.”
“I’m…kinda in the middle of someth—oh…”
Ryan’s tongue just ran the full length of my shaft, and I roll my head back, enjoying the sensations running through me.
“I can wait. It’s not a big deal.”
Ryan swaps his mouth for his hand, stroking as he gazes up. “I don’t know. It’s pretty big to me,” he whispers.
“Shh,” I hiss as he refuses to leave my cock alone, that urgency in me hastening. Focus, Marty. “Are you, like, waiting out there for me?”
“Yeah,” Lance says. “On TikTok.”
Ryan sneers at the door as though he has a grudge against it. “I used to like that guy.”
He gives me another stroke, licking the head of my dick before offering a kiss. “Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I’ll still be ready to service you when you’re finished.” And when he releases my cock, I feel like I could fucking kill my bestie.
I push to my feet and throw on my boxers. As Ryan gets off the bed, he grabs the back and tugs them down, like he wants to get a quick glimpse of my ass. It snaps back up as I lean down and grab my tank off the floor, throwing it on.
Ryan’s settling on his air mattress, lying back.
We don’t have to do this often, but when something like this has come up, we always make sure we’re conspicuously where we would normally be in the room at the same time, since it would be odd if Ryan was naked in my bed or I was naked at my desk, which is one of our favorite places to fuck.
I’m about to open the door, when I check to make sure Ryan’s settled, but he’s sporting a hard-on, looking like a fully erect Greek statue on the air mattress.
“Ry,” I snap.
He looks to me, that oblivious expression on his face, searching around as though he’s trying to figure out what I want. I indicate the issue, and he chuckles before draping a sheet over his waist.
When I open the door, Lance looks clueless as hell.
“Yeah?” I ask.
He looks up. “Huh?”
“You needed something.”
His gaze shoots right to my crotch. He looks away quickly. “Whoa, is that what you were taking care of?”
I see the tent in my boxers.
This is all Ryan’s fault.
I cover it with my hands.
“How have you smuggled that giant sausage around here without anyone noticing?” he asks.
I never gave much attention to the fact that no one knew my size—really never thought there would be a reason for them to know, but it seems to keep coming up since Ryan started working me up.
“I knew he had a giant sausage,” another voice comes from farther down the hall before Dax walks into view. “Morning, guys.”
“How did you know he had a giant sausage?” Ryan asks from the air mattress, and I can tell he’s a little annoyed he’s not the only one who knows this about me.
Dax shrugs. “I get a feeling about things like that. My ass gets a little twitch in it. Kind of a superpower, I guess.”
I glare at him. “That’s ridiculous.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Dax jokes, pointing at my crotch.
“Okay, you guys need to stop talking about my dick.”
“Yeah, talk is cheap,” Ryan says.
“I gotta head to class, guys,” Dax says, “but I want you all to remember, this”—he gestures to indicate all of us—“could have been fun, but you all playing.” He winks, clearly teasing. Or is he? Has he picked up on something about Ryan and me?
“Later, man,” Lance says as Dax heads down the hall.
“Now,” I say, “is there a reason this morning, of all mornings, you needed me to come to the door and you couldn’t text me?” I can’t disguise my frustration.
“You planning to do that thing with Activate Kindness?” Lance asks.
“Huh?” I already volunteer when I can.
“Atlas and Troy were looking for some extra help on the builds they organized with the local housing project.”
“This doesn’t sound even a little familiar.”
“They sent out the email this morning. It’s for this weekend. You don’t need to decide now, but just trying to see who’s interested so we can work out cars. Ash, Colin, and Dax will be there. Obviously me and Ty, and I’m sure he’ll get Keegan and Jaxon on board, and—”
“You had me at Activate Kindness,” Ryan says.
Aside from being annoyed at having my morning BJ interrupted, I hate having surprise plans, but I’m not gonna say no to something that’s for a good cause.
“Me too,” I say. “But really, you couldn’t have texted this?”
“Maybe I wanted to see my friend who’s been squirreled away in this room for the past few weeks. I thought Ryan might’ve hidden your corpse in the walls.”
He’s being overdramatic since we bump into each other plenty. But since I’ve taken up Ryan’s dick as a hobby, I must admit I’ve been scarcer than usual.
“I’m only giving you hell, man,” Lance assures me. “It’s the end of the semester. I know everyone’s cramming for their projects and finals.”
Yeah, well, I can definitely say this month has been a lot more exciting than projects and finals, but I get his point, and I know my friend well enough to tell he’s a little sad.
“Yeah, I’ll be there. It’ll be fun, man.”
“Cool, man. And let’s try to make a little more time for each other.”
Again, I can tell he genuinely wants to spend more time with his buddies while we still have the chance. And he’s right. We need to take advantage of the time we have left.
“I will,” I insist. “I’m sorry I’ve been busy lately.”
“It’s cool, bro.” He offers a fist bump before heading off, and once I’ve closed the door, Ryan says, “That was pretty damn precious.”
He pushes to his feet. His cock isn’t as hard as when we were messing around, but still firm as fuck.
“I guess we have been a little selfish.” As he says that, he approaches, pulls back the waist of my boxers, and grabs my cock, perking me right back up. “We need to make sure we’re also spending time with our friends. This is our senior year anyway. And we don’t have much time left.”
“I think I’m in a little bit of denial about that,” I admit.
“Same. It’s hard to think that we’ll be moving on from all this soon.”
We gaze into each other’s eyes. And I wonder if he’s thinking what I’m thinking—that we’ve been taking advantage of whatever the hell this is because we know we only have so much time to continue experimenting with each other.
Ryan steps forward, cornering me at the door, his hand still around my cock. When my back’s against the wall, he goes down on his knees, dropping my boxers and licking up my shaft, getting it nice and thick again. My body trembles with anticipation for how this guy’s learned to work his mouth.
But he raises my boxers back up, then pushes to his feet. “Guess we need to get ready for class.”
“You seriously gonna leave me edging like that?”
He tilts his head back, like he’s putting that impressive jawline on display for me. “I kind of like the idea of edging you a little. Make you that much hungrier for me when you get home later.”
“Seriously?” I ask, unable to disguise my irritation, given how horny he’s made me.
“Oh yeah.” He heads to the bathroom, leaving me suspended in this state between arousal, confusion, and rage.
As he reaches the bathroom, he grabs a towel and starts toward me. “I’ll head to the communal shower to give you time to head out. That’s pretty considerate of me, right?”
“Still a fucking asshole,” I say as he opens the door, clearly not caring about covering that fat hard-on.
“Nothing wrong with edging you a little.” He takes hold of my cock and gives it another stroke, rubbing it in. “See you later, honey,” he teases with a wink.
“Honey?”
“You heard me.”
“Get the fuck out of here and take your shower.”
“Okay, see you tonight?”
“If that’s how I’m gonna get a BJ, I guess.”
He leans closer. “See you then.” He offers a quick peck on my lips…which I return without even thinking about it.
What the hell was that?