Sorry, Chad #2
Relief flashed across Cass’s face, and then he was jumping off the bed and into Blake’s arms. Right where he belonged.
Blake held him up with two firm hands on his ass, capturing Cass’s mouth immediately, feeling right and secure and more than a little horny. He had an armful of Cass, warm and willing. That was how it should be every time Cass came home.
Blake deepened the kiss, drinking in Cass’s answering moan.
A throat cleared pointedly behind them. Blake reluctantly tore his mouth away and turned to look at Chad on the couch, who had his brows raised so high they were threatening to come off his forehead. “So you two are, like, together?”
“Yeah.” The word came out ridiculously husky. Blake cleared his throat. “Problem?”
“No, no.” Chad—occasionally less dense than he looked—waved his hands immediately, as if to ward off an ass kicking, then couldn’t seem to help himself. “Just…you’re gay?”
“Bi.”
“Oh.” Chad scrunched his nose. “Huh.”
Blake hitched Cass up higher in his hold. “Chad?”
“Yeah, man?”
“Fuck off now.”
“Hey! I’m being cool!”
“It’s not about how you’re being. It’s about how we’re about to be.” Blake tilted his chin to Cass, who’d buried his head in the crook of Blake’s neck and was nuzzling into it without a care in the world. “Get it?”
“What? Oh.” Chad’s eyes widened, and he set down his controller. “Oh. Okay. Yeah. Um…text me later?” He shuffled toward the door, never breaking eye contact, like Blake was some kind of wild animal. “Okay. Yeah. Bye. See ya, Cass.”
“See ya,” Cass replied, his voice muffled by Blake’s chin.
Blake let out a sigh when the door shut firmly. “The group text is about to blow up.” There might have been some people in the world who’d be thoughtful enough to figure Blake might want to share the news in his own time, but Chad definitely wasn’t one of them.
Cass lifted his head, peering up at him. “You don’t mind?”
Blake shrugged. “Easier than having to announce it to everyone individually, I guess.”
He carried Cass to the couch and plopped down while still holding him, rearranging them both slightly so Cass was straddling him.
Cass was staring at him with a bemused look. “Huh.”
“What?”
“You told me you were a selfish dick to all your friends except me, but I didn’t really believe you.”
Blake grinned at him. “Believe me now?”
“Yeah.” Cass nodded, then swatted at Blake’s chest.
“Ow.” Blake stared at him, more shocked than hurt (Cass clearly hadn’t used the full of his new strength). “What was that for?”
“You should be nicer to your friends,” Cass told him, his brows furrowed in that cute way that meant he was completely serious. “Chad’s pretty decent.”
Blake’s frown deepened. “Chad had you hiding in our room.”
“It wasn’t his fault.” Cass’s stern demeanor deflated in an instant, and he fiddled with the fabric of Blake’s shirt, his eyes lowered. “I got in my head.”
“Next time you’re in your head,” Blake said, tapping a finger against Cass’s temple, “come to me, baby. I’ll get you out of there.”
“Yeah okay.” Cass looked up at him then and gave Blake the sweetest smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
Cass slumped against him, nuzzling into Blake’s neck again, sending tingles down Blake’s spine. “It’s kind of weird being back and having everything be…different.”
Blake stroked Cass’s back, wondering if Cass was aware he was rubbing his ass against Blake’s dick. Sometimes he did that stuff without noticing, when his inner vamp got all revved up. “Bad weird?”
Cass shook his head, grinding into him. “No.”
“Good.” Blake’s breath hitched, and he grabbed at Cass’s hips, tugging him down more firmly against him. “I think it’s—it’s great.”
Cass mouthed at the skin of Blake’s neck. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I get to bang my roommate,” Blake said, nudging his hips up in demonstration. “It’s like having a live-in boyfriend.”
Cass raised his head, making sure Blake saw his eye roll. “It’s exactly like that, Blake.” His eyes widened. “Oh God. We live together. We’ve only been dating a week, and we live together.”
“Out of your head, baby,” Blake soothed, pressing a kiss to Cass’s neck. He started unbuttoning Cass’s shirt, ready to be done with the teasing. “And out of these clothes. Haven’t touched you in forever.”
“You jerked me off before my test.” But Cass was slipping out of his clothes with determination.
“Still.” Blake tugged off his own shirt and threw it somewhere behind the couch.
Cass already had a hand wrapped around his pretty cock, but he wasn’t stroking, just holding it there, staring at Blake’s chest hungrily. His gaze moved downward. “Can—can I blow you?”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
Cass scrambled down off his lap, pushing Blake’s legs wider so he could sit between them. He knelt there, naked, with his hands on Blake’s thighs, staring up at Blake, all wide-eyed and eager.
It was unfair, how good he looked like that. It was going to melt Blake’s brain one of these days.
Cass grinned impishly—like he was reading Blake’s mind—and tugged Blake’s shorts down, gaze immediately locked onto Blake’s hard dick and looking like he always did—like it was fucking candy.
Blake wrapped a hand around his aching cock, tugging loosely while Cass stared, needing some kind of friction while Cass got through his mental worship moment.
Cass glared at him, growling cutely and knocking his hand away, replacing it with his own, clearly feeling possessive. He licked the precum off the tip of Blake’s dick, still glaring.
Blake ran a hand through Cass’s short blond hair. “Love the way your mouth feels,” he whispered.
Cass’s glare dropped immediately. “Yeah?” he asked, sweet as pie again.
He leaned closer, sucking in the head of Blake’s cock, his eyes on Blake’s, watching the way Blake’s mouth dropped open in a pained groan at the suction. Fuck.
Blake would get used to this one day, right? To the way Cass’s touch lit him on fire from the inside out? He’d be able to be more…casual, more cool? To last more than three minutes inside of him?
Cass hummed his approval and began bobbing his head shallowly, going to town in that distinctly Cass way of his. Blake’s baby got nervous about gagging, so he never took it too deep, but he more than made up for it with a generous amount of spit and some very enthusiastic work with his hands.
It felt too fucking good already. Blake tried to relax back against the couch, but he was already so turned on—relaxing was sort of off the menu.
His thighs were taut with tension, even as he carded his fingers gently through Cass’s hair, careful not to pull.
He was only half-aware of murmuring incoherent praise through clenched teeth.
And then Cass began tonguing under the head of Blake’s dick deliberately, sliding one hand down to cup Blake’s balls, already tight with arousal.
Blake groaned. “Fuck, baby. So good. You’re always so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” Cass pulled off Blake’s dick and beamed up at him once again. He had spit dripping down his chin, his thin chest on full display.
Blake’s balls drew up high. He groaned again, deep and husky, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
“Now?” Cass hurried to get his mouth back on Blake, and just that warmth on the head of Blake’s cock—and the image of Cass burned into his brain—was enough, and Blake was coming, forcing his eyes open again to watch Cass drink him down, gulping with the same eager ferocity he brought to drinking Blake’s blood.
When Blake whimpered with oversensitivity, Cass let up and scrambled back onto his lap, jerking at his own dick. He kept shuffling his knees closer, like he was trying to burrow into Blake’s skin. “Can I bite?” he pleaded. “Blake, can I bite?”
“Yeah, baby,” Blake soothed, drawing Cass’s head down to his neck. “Take what you need.”
It wasn’t that Cass needed to eat, so much—they’d made sure he was fully fed before returning to classes. It was that Cass needed the closeness. The claim.
Cass bit down, and Blake gasped at the burst of pleasure, his hands grasping at Cass’s hips, his spent dick already coming back to life.
There was the soft sound of gulping, paired with the wet sound of Cass pumping his dick. Blake ran a hand over Cass’s ass, dipping a finger into his cleft, rubbing softly at his hole. “That’s it, baby. That’s fucking it.”
Cass moaned around his mouthful of Blake’s flesh, and then hot cum was splattering on Blake’s chest, Cass’s body trembling in his arms.
Blake held him through it, murmuring reassurances.
Eventually, when Cass was fully relaxed again, Blake blushed, embarrassment making him suddenly sheepish. “I swear my stamina’s gonna improve,” he mumbled. “You’re just so hot.”
Cass leaned back, a little smear of blood on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were wide. “What are you talking about? You’re so hot. You could come in your pants every time we kissed, and I’d think it was the sexiest thing that ever happened to me.”
“Thanks, baby.” Warmth filled Blake’s chest. He had the sweetest boyfriend in the whole fucking world. The sweetest mate. How had he gotten this lucky?
At least he had the recovery time of youth on his side. He grinned at Cass. “Give me two minutes and we’ll go again.”
Cass cuddled up into Blake on the couch, spent and kind of filthy but content, half watching his boyfriend play his video games but mostly just drinking in his comforting scent.
Blake’s phone was blowing up—the group text really was popping off, just as he’d predicted—but Blake was ignoring it, curled around Cass, his eyes on the TV screen.
He seemed as happy as Cass was to have it be just the two of them for a while.
Maybe Cass should have been concerned that they were probably the most codependent couple in school, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
He was a supernatural creature, anyway—he was allowed to make his own relationship rules, right?
There had to be some perks to being a vampire.
There was the eternal youth, the superstrength, and also the right to have an emotional support boyfriend available at all times.
Cass giggled.
Blake’s chin dropped to the top of Cass’s head. “What’s funny?”
“Nothing.” Cass sighed happily, rubbing his bare legs against Blake’s.
Maybe they could have a round three in a little bit.
Maybe Blake could even use his natural athleticism to figure out a way to fuck Cass in their tiny dorm room shower.
Or maybe they’d stay exactly like this. “Just happy to be home.”
Blake pressed a kiss to his head. “Yeah, baby. Me too.”