Chapter 15
15
FARRON
My heart pounded as I paced my small dorm room, glancing at my phone every few seconds. Where the hell was he? When I texted Tore that Colin had left, he said he’d be here in ten minutes. It had been fifteen.
I ran a hand through my hair, probably messing it up. Not that I cared about that preppy shit. But for some reason, I wanted to look good for him. Yet another item to add to the long list of things that had changed since meeting Tore. Some days, I barely recognized myself.
A soft knock at the door made me jump. I took a deep breath, willing my hands to stop shaking as I reached for the handle. Tore stood there, looking perfect as always in jeans and a crisp button-down. His blue eyes met mine and a jolt of electricity shot through me.
“Hello, Farron. My apologies for being tardy. I got a bit turned around in the corridors.” He somehow managed to make that lame excuse sound hot.
I didn’t bother responding but grabbed his shirt and yanked him into the room, slamming the door shut behind us. Before he could say another word, I crushed my lips against his.
Tore made a small, surprised sound but quickly melted into the kiss. His lips were so soft, tasting faintly of mint. I ran my tongue along them, demanding entrance. He opened for me with a quiet moan that sent shivers down my spine.
My hands roamed over his lean body as our tongues battled for dominance. I’d been thinking about this for the last two days, fantasizing about what it would be like to touch and taste him again. The reality was so much better…
When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, Tore’s cheeks were flushed and his hair disheveled. He looked dazed but eager. “That was quite the greeting.”
I smirked, still gripping his hips. “What, they don’t kiss like that in Norway?”
Tore laughed softly. “I must say, I rather enjoy the American way.”
“Good.” I growled. “’Cause I’m only getting started.”
I pushed Tore against the wall, pressing my body flush against his. His breath hitched as I captured his lips again, my hands sliding under his shirt to explore the smooth skin beneath.
“Farron,” he gasped between kisses, his fingers tangling in my hair. “This is… Oh, bloody hell.”
I chuckled against his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Can’t form sentences? I must be doing something right.”
Tore’s hips jerked forward, seeking friction. “You’re doing everything right. I’ve never felt quite like this before.”
The admission sent a surge of desire through me. I ground against him, relishing the way he moaned. “Me neither,” I admitted, surprising myself with the honesty. “But I can’t seem to stop.”
“Then can I strongly suggest you don’t?”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I claimed his mouth again, my hands roaming over his body as if I could memorize every plane and curve. Tore was equally eager, his fingers tracing the muscles of my back, then down to my ass.
We moved together, bodies rubbing and pressing, seeking more contact. The friction was maddening, not enough and too much all at once. He was so hard against my thigh, matching my own arousal.
“Fuck,” I groaned, breaking the kiss to catch my breath. “Tore, I…”
He silenced me with another kiss, rolling his hips in a way that made me see stars. “Less talking,” he moaned against my lips. “More of this, if you please.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Even in the throes of passion, he was unfailingly polite. It was endearing as hell and only made me want him more.
Without breaking our heated kiss, I reached between us, fumbling with Tore’s zipper. He gasped against my mouth, his hips jerking forward instinctively.
His moves were as clumsy as mine when he reached inside my sweatpants—unlike him, I’d dressed with the idea of taking my clothes off again as soon as possible—and found my leaking cock.
“Fuck yeah.” I moved against his hand. “Touch me.”
Tore didn’t hesitate. His soft, manicured hands—so different from my own calloused ones—wrapped around me, and I nearly lost it right then and there. I bit back a moan, determined to make this last while I brought him to a climax as well.
Our movements were rough, urgent, and messy. There was nothing refined about the way we touched each other, stroking and pulling with desperate need. Tore’s usual composure was gone, replaced by the same raw, animal desire that consumed me.
We couldn’t find a rhythm and kept bumping into each other, but it didn’t matter. Hands squeezed, pumped, stroked while our hips bucked, rolled, and jerked. I was lost in the sensations—the heat of Tore’s skin, the sounds of our ragged breathing, the slick slide of flesh on flesh.
Tore whimpered. “I can’t… Oh, bloody hell…”
His needy sounds sent me over the edge. My body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I came with a guttural groan, thick ropes flying from my cock, all over Tore’s hand and our clothes. Tore followed seconds later, his body shuddering against mine as he coated my hand with his cum.
We collapsed against each other, breathing heavily. For a moment, all I heard was the pounding of my heart and Tore’s labored breaths. Fuck, that had been intense.
“Well,” Tore finally said, his voice shaky. “That was… Hell, I don’t even know how to describe it.”
I laughed, the sound muffled against his shoulder. “Let me know when you find the words, pretty boy. ’Cause I’m a little short on descriptions as well.”
I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Tore’s cologne mixed with sweat and sex. My body was still buzzing, every nerve ending on fire. I pulled back slightly, looking at Tore’s flushed face. Then my eyes dropped lower, and I snorted. We looked like crazy fools, both our cocks still hanging out, our pants halfway down our hips, cum everywhere, and our hands sticky. “We should probably clean up.”
He looked down, and a slow smile spread across his face. “Clean up would be good. You came all over my shirt. I may have to wash that.”
“We have a whole weekend to take care of that.”
He looked up and our eyes met. A whole weekend. We had a full forty-eight hours together. “Yes, we do,” he said softly.
I stepped back, then grabbed some baby wipes from the drawer of my nightstand, handing a few to him. We cleaned ourselves up as best we could. I stole glances at Tore, noticing how his hands trembled slightly.
Our eyes met, and suddenly, the awkwardness melted away. I felt a surge of desire, different from before—less urgent but no less intense.
Without thinking, I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of Tore’s jaw. He leaned into my touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Farron,” he whispered. “I… I want…”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Me too.”
Slowly, carefully, I began to unbutton Tore’s shirt. My rough fingers fumbled with the delicate buttons, but Tore didn’t seem to mind. He watched me with hooded eyes, his breath coming faster.
As I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, Tore’s hands found the hem of my T-shirt. He tugged it upward, his soft hands skimming my abs. “You really do have that perfect six-pack.”
I laughed softly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
We took our time undressing each other, exploring newly exposed skin with gentle touches and soft kisses. It was so different from our frantic encounter earlier—tender, almost reverent.
What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t me. I didn’t do gentle or tender. But with Tore, it felt right. That alone should’ve scared the shit out of me, but somehow, it didn’t. Or maybe I was still in denial. I didn’t care at this point. All I wanted was him.
I pulled Tore closer, our lips meeting in a deep, languid kiss. Dressed in nothing but our underwear, we stumbled backward, never breaking apart, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of my bed. We tumbled onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and heated breaths.
Tore’s weight on top of me felt incredible, his soft skin velvety under my calloused hands as I ran them down his back. Our kisses grew more urgent, tongues exploring, teeth nipping. I was lost in the sensation, my mind hazy with desire.
Tore pulled back, his blue eyes meeting mine. There was a hint of nervousness in his gaze but also determination. “I’ve been doing some research.”
I raised an eyebrow, curious. “Research?”
Tore’s cheeks flushed pink, but he didn’t look away. “Yes. About pleasuring another man. I want to try something if you’ll let me.”
My heart raced. “What did you have in mind?”
“I want to give you a blowjob.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, arousal surging through me. That was a big step for a guy who, like me, had never been with another man. “Are you sure?”
He nodded eagerly. “I’ve never done it before, but I want to. For you.”
The sincerity in his voice, the eagerness to please, it was almost too much. I cupped his face in my hands. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
I surprised myself with how gentle my voice sounded.
Tore’s lips curved into a smile. “I want to. Please, Farron. Let me try?”
As if I would say no when he said please. My body thrummed with need, and the thought of Tore’s mouth on me was driving me wild. “I don’t need convincing, pretty boy.”
Tore’s face lit up with excitement. He trailed kisses down my chest, his hands fumbling slightly as he pushed down my boxers. I lifted my hips to help, my breath catching as the cool air hit my heated skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he said simply, licking his lips as he stared at my cock, which was rapidly filling again—a testament to what he did to me as my usual refractory time was definitely longer than a few minutes.
“Thank y?—”
My words cut off in a gasp as Tore wrapped his hand around me, giving an experimental stroke. His touch was hesitant, gentle, so different from my own rough handling.
“Is this all right?” he asked, looking up at me through his lashes.
“Fuck yeah,” I breathed.
Tore nodded. He leaned down, his breath hot against my skin, and then… oh god… his tongue darted out, licking a stripe up my length.
I groaned, my hands fisting in the sheets. Tore’s inexperience was evident in his tentative movements, but his enthusiasm more than made up for it. He explored with his tongue, mapping every inch of me before finally taking me into his mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed, fighting the urge to buck my hips. The wet heat of his mouth was incredible, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
Tore hummed, the vibration sending another wave of sparks through me. He started to bob his head, finding a rhythm. It was sloppy and unpracticed, yet it meant somehow more than any blowjob I’d ever received before. He was so eager, so determined, and the sight of his pretty lips around my cock alone was almost enough to push me over the edge.
“Tore,” I panted, reaching down to tangle my fingers in his hair. “Fuck, that feels amazing. You’re doing so well.”
He moaned around me, the sound sending tremors through my body. The pressure built inside me, my muscles tensing as I raced toward release again.
“I’m close,” I warned him, tugging gently at his hair. “You don’t have to?—”
But Tore redoubled his efforts, taking me deeper. The feeling of his throat constricting around me was my undoing. With a strangled cry, I came, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.
Tore swallowed, choking slightly and pulling away for the rest, which hit his face. He looked utterly debauched with his red-rimmed eyes, his swollen lips, and my cum dripping off his chin.
“Was that… okay?” he asked, his voice rough.
For some reason, my usual gruffness had made way for a strange sappiness, a softness floating inside me I’d never felt before. “That was amazing.”
He sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a look of pride on his face. “Thank you.”
“You did research?”
He nodded, his cheeks reddening again. “I read a number of articles. And then I called a gay friend and asked him for some extra tips. You have him to thank for the humming part.”
Fuck, that was adorable.
He grabbed another wet wipe and cleaned his face. As soon as he was done, I pulled him close, our bodies intertwining as we lay on my narrow dorm bed. My heart was still pounding, and my mind raced with a confusing mix of desire and uncertainty.
Tore’s breath was warm against my neck as he nuzzled closer. “I liked that more than I had expected.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re welcome to do it anytime.” I swallowed. “I don’t know if I can?—”
“You don’t have to. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with. It’s a new journey for both of us.”
It was a mindfuck, was what it was. And at this point, I wasn’t even sure what the biggest issue was: the fact that I was into men—or at least, into Tore—or that I hated him yet still wanted him. “I never thought I’d end up here with you, of all people.”
Tore chuckled softly. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
I pretended to consider it for a moment. “Jury’s still out on that one.”
He rolled his eyes, but I could see the hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Oh, sod off. You’re clearly enjoying yourself.”
“Maybe a little,” I admitted, pulling him closer. Our bodies were sticky with sweat and other fluids, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
Yeah, mindfuck was the right word. Maybe because, most of all, I wasn’t sure if I still hated him.