Chapter 33
Magnus
I am not a criminologist nor am I an expert in criminal psychology, but I doubt sincerely that the man arrested for the shooting is the person who’s stalking us.
He didn’t react at all to my holding Trent’s hand, and the text message Trent received indicated that our stalker is interested in keeping us apart.
I wonder which one of us their antagonism has focused on.
Are they upset that Trent touched me because they want to be the one touching or the one being touched?
We’ve been advised to change our phone numbers again and not to respond.
I’m not sure how to react to any of this, except that I’m grateful Trent is ok.
It’s been a quiet few days around campus.
The school took an impromptu day off for everyone’s mental health, considering that we had a school shooting.
They beefed up security—again—and now we’re back to classes.
We haven’t posted anything to our account since the shooting, but today is Saturday.
It's our date day, and I’m not giving up my Saturday dates with Trent because one asshole out there decided they should get to make the decisions for our lives.
I’m ready for the day by eight, but I haven’t seen nor heard anything from Trent’s room, so I tap once on his door before opening it.
The bed is made, and my friend isn’t in here.
I’ve been up for at least half an hour, so I guess he got up early.
Unless he didn’t come back last night. I don’t know; I saw him for dinner, but we parted ways because I had a networking event that I needed to attend in order to secure funding for more campus improvements.
I back out of his room, closing the door, and go to my room where my phone is on the charger because I forgot to plug it in last night.
Me: Where are you?
Trent: Donut run.
Does that mean he’s getting donuts or that he’s getting donuts to bring back? We always have breakfast together on Saturdays, at least since we started making porn together.
Me: Should I join you? Are you bringing donuts back?
Trent: I’m almost back. Hang tight.
That doesn’t clarify whether we’re having donuts for breakfast or if I’m on my own for breakfast, but I can wait.
After about ten minutes, Trent opens the door and greets me with his Magnus-smile, lifting a small box of donuts and a carrier with coffee cups.
There’s a streak of black on his hand, and his knuckles have some fresh scratches on them.
“I meant to be back before you got up, but the universe was against me today, so I changed a flat tire, hit every light red, and didn’t get either of our favorite donuts because they ran out before I got there at seven thirty on a Saturday morning. ”
“I’m surprised you didn’t give up after the flat tire. How do you even know how to change one?” I pay for roadside assistance with my insurance just so I don’t ever have to learn how to do that.
Trent laughs. “That’s a skill that my father insisted I have before I got my license.
But it does mean that instead of going to the farmer’s market this morning, we need to take the tire into a shop to get it repaired.
They might be able to get it done quickly, but we might miss the farmer’s market today. ”
Maybe because I’ve realized that we’re in a budding romance, learning that Trent knows how to change a tire triggers the part of me that is turned on by competence and Trent’s muscles.
The mental image of his biceps bulging while he takes the tire off the car makes my dick thicken and twitch.
I really want to touch him right now, see those muscles as they contract. I might be a little—
“I’m horny.” I blurt that like my libido is something Trent wants to know about, but if we’re in a romantic relationship, maybe he does?
Trent smiles that smile he gets when he thinks I’m being cute as he sets our coffee and donuts on our small coffee table. He turns, tilting his head as he studies me, eyes roaming from head to toe. “Do you want to get off together, or do you want me to give you time before we leave?”
“Together. I want to get off with you. It’s so much better with you than alone.” I pause after that confession and a wave of vulnerability makes me backtrack a little. “We can film it if you want. Use it as a backup post if we need something.”
Trent holds out his hand to me, and I take it, letting him pull me in close. “I like being watched. It’s one of the kinks this experiment has unlocked for me, but I don’t need it every time. It’s ok to have some intimacy that’s just between us, don’t you think?”
I blow out a relieved breath. “Yes. I’m so glad you understand that. I wasn’t sure what to say since we agreed this would be a strictly professional activity.”
Trent leans in as his arm snakes around my waist and draws me in closer. “I don’t think anything we’ve ever done has been strictly professional.”
That’s true, I think, and I nod. The movement makes me hyper-aware of Trent’s proximity.
He presses his leg between mine, giving me the opportunity and permission to grind on him.
I press my hardening dick against him and my hips thrust like I have no control over them.
They're pleasure seekers, and nothing can deter them from getting what they want.
“Hmm, the noises you make,” he murmurs.
I wasn’t aware I was making noise, but now that he’s pointed it out…
I groan softly, pressing in closer until the itchiness of needing skinship instead of clothes makes me pull back. “Take off your shirt,” I plead, pulling mine over my head.
Trent obliges me, pulling his shirt over his head and off. He reaches for his belt, nodding to my jeans. “Off,” he orders me.
I comply with alacrity, pushing my jeans and underwear off together and getting caught on my shoes, because of course I’d forgotten them in my haste.
With some awkwardness, I managed to get naked, and by the time I’ve managed it, Trent is nude, watching me with a laugh in his eyes and an affectionate smile on his lips.
I wonder if he’s aware we’re having a romance. I should ask.
“How do you want me?” I ask, hoping he wants my mouth. Maybe he’ll want something else. I think I’d like anything as long as it’s with him.
Trent’s gaze rakes over me. My belly tightens and my dick jerks in response to that almost physical touch. How can his eyes on me make me feel like he’s touching me? That seems impossible, and yet here I am, shaking from the way he’s looking at me.
“What are you offering?” he asks once his eyes have found mine again.
“Anything you want. I just like coming with you.” My gaze falls to his cock, and as if in response he runs his hand over it; I want it in my mouth. “I like the idea of sucking your cock; I want to. I like it when you touch me. I like everything we do together.”
Trent shifts, his feet move, and I tear my eyes off his cock to watch him sit on our small sofa, spreading his legs and patting his inner thigh. “Come here.” His husky voice spurs me the few steps it takes to get to him, and I fall to my knees, ready to get him in my mouth.
He chuckles at my eagerness, holding his cock for me. “Go on, baby. Take what you want.”
My body and mind light up at the command.
I lick the drop of precum waiting there for me, and even though I’m not a fan of cum, precum is perfect.
It tastes like sex and heightens my arousal, and I take the soft head of his cock into my mouth with that taste on my tongue.
There’s the distinct scent of Trent’s body, his sweat and musk.
He showered today, but he’s already been out working, and this is the taste and smell of him after changing a tire.
Even his hand, which is still holding the base of his cock, smells like work. It smells like tire rubber, evidence of his accomplishments.
I groan as all the scents mix with the taste of him on my tongue, and I push him as far back as I can, opening up my throat to get him that much further. I fucking love doing this. Cocks are so much more of a delight than I anticipated when we started this.
“Yes. Tell me how much you love my cock,” Trent growls, and it makes me vocalize again.
If I stop enjoying this, I might be able to stop making noise, but why would I do that? I love sucking cock, or at least I love sucking this one, and my enjoyment escapes me noisily. I’m not going to deny either of us this experience because of embarrassment over my audible pleasure.
I pull off long enough to catch a breath and stretch my jaw, diving back onto his cock, sucking it into my throat. I swallow around it, and he hisses. “Yesss. Again, Magnus. Swallow that cock.”
I swallow again, and then because it’s such a fun reaction from Trent, I keep doing it until I need air again.
I pull back, but Trent pushes me off, grabbing my hair and holding my face up as he shuttles his hand over his cock.
The intensity on his face reminds me that I have a completely neglected cock of my own.
As I reach for it, Trent erupts, painting stripes on my face.
I startle at the first one that lands, but I close my eyes and enjoy the smugness that bubbles up knowing that I earned this orgasm with my mouth.
I think I’d like to learn to swallow if this is how I feel when he comes on my face. How much better would it be if I drove him over the edge with my mouth?
Trent groans as his orgasm fades. I open my eyes to see him staring at me with an expression that I’d be concerned about seeing if I was in a different context with a different person.
He’s looking at me like he owns me, like I belong to him.
I might. I’m not sure yet, but I like that look on his face.
Tenderly, he swipes his shirt off the floor and wipes my face, then his expression changes, and he grins like he’s just had a good idea. “Stand up, baby. It’s your turn.”
Oh, oh yes. I do want to come.
I scramble to my feet, standing between his legs. He leans forward, taking my cock in his mouth.
“Oh shit! Fuck! Yes!” I clamp my hand over my mouth to stop the exclamations erupting out of my throat.
Trent sucks my cock like it’s his job, and I’m already so turned on that it takes a shamefully short time before I’m on the verge of coming.
I tap his head, grunting out a warning that I’m about to come, but Trent doesn’t stop, and my body explodes with pleasure.
I can’t help the cry that escapes me behind my hand.
My hips twitch of their own accord, and Trent takes every spurt of cum, swallowing it all down.
The tension of the orgasm releases me as suddenly as it grabbed me, and I nearly fall forward with the relief of it.
Trent slides off my dick with a pop and pulls me onto his lap, tucking me into his solid body and holding me close just like he always does.
I love this cuddling as much as I love the orgasms we share.
“I don’t know how I didn’t realize we were dating before. I wonder if I’ve spent too much time trying to understand other people without taking the time to understand myself.”
“What—” Trent stops to clear his throat and tries again. “What do you mean?”
I kiss his neck where my face is pressed against it.
“I had to talk to my therapist before I understood that we’re in a romantic relationship even though it’s obvious.
I think I should apologize for being so oblivious, but in my defense, you usually point things out if you think I’ve missed the subtext. ”
“Ah,” Trent croaks, and it’s his body stiffening that clues me in that maybe we’re not on the same page.
I look up, and he’s staring at me with a frown that I don’t know how to interpret, which is disconcerting because I know Trent, and I usually know how to interpret the non-verbal cues he gives me. “What?” I ask, needing clarification.