by Eden Finley
I snort back a giggle. “That doesn’t sound enjoyable at all.”
“We’re about to find out.” Topher downs the rest of his drink and sets it on the counter.
I take advantage of his distraction and press my ass back into Foster’s crotch. He’s not hard. Disappointing. But I’m sure I can change that if the way he grips me harder is any indication.
“Hey, Foster?”
“Mm?” His lips dance over my neck, and I shiver.
I drop my head back against his shoulder and tilt my head to whisper seductively into his ear. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
Foster jerks up straight, eyes wide—not the reaction I was expecting. His lips twitch as he exchanges a look with Topher. Who’s laughing. Uncontrollably.
Was I louder than I thought?
“Did you get him drunk?” Foster demands.
Topher holds up his hands. “It was, like, two shots.”
“Four.”
He frowns. “No way.”
I laugh and sing, “Topher got me drunk.”
“No.” Foster moans and drops his forehead onto my shoulder.
“What’s the big deal?” Topher asks.
“Yeah, what’s the big …” What was it?
Foster shifts so I’m beside him and no longer pressing against his dick. It means I catch the glare he levels at his friend. “Thanks for ruining my night, asshole.”
“Ruining your …” Topher scoffs. “Oh, come on. You’re a gentleman now, are you?”
Foster flips him off before steering me away. “I think it’s time we get you home.”
“Oh really?” I aim for his neck and Foster shifts away.
“Nuh-uh. None of that, you tease.”
“Tease?”
“Yes, you little fucking tease.” We leave the house and start the walk home, Foster’s arm hugging me close against him.
“I’m confused,” I confess as we leave Greek row. “Why do I feel like, umm … sex. Is sex happening?”
He sighs. “Not tonight.”
“What?” I stop walking. “Why on earth not?”
“Because you’re drunk.”
“And?” I frown. “Would that be a problem if it was someone else?”
“Yes. Tipsy is fine, but this …” He lets go of me as if proving a point, and I stagger to the side of the footpath. Foster has to grab me again. He reels me in and presses a kiss to my temple. “We’re not in a hurry.”
He might not be. I pout. “But I really want to.”
“Do you?” he asks doubtfully. His arms wrap around my waist as he looks down at me sweetly. “Why did you drink so much, Zach?”
“I didn’t think … I didn’t realize how much it was. They were little tiny drinks, and nothing was happening, and then a lot was happening, and—”
“And now you’re drunk.”
I giggle and press my face to his chest. “Topher said they’d give me confidence.”
Foster stiffens against me. “Confidence for what?”
“To please you. To make you feel the way you made me feel earlier. To not be nervous and awkward and make a complete mess of things.”
“Zach”—he eases me back so he can look at me again—“we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“But I want to. I really, really want to. I’m not nervous about doing it. I’m nervous about making it good for you. What if I try to give you head and end up choking—”
“Then it will be insanely hot.”
“Or if I come too quickly—”
“I’ll take it as a compliment of my mad skills.”
I study his face for any signs he’s lying, but my vision won’t stay steady. “You’re so pretty.”
His full lips curl up, then he pinches my ass and the pain shoots right to my dick. “I prefer devastatingly handsome, thanks.”
“Whatever you call it, I like it a lot.”
Foster reaches up to run a hand over my hair as he studies me. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”
He kisses me, and my tequila confidence has me pushing into the kiss, opening my mouth and swiping my tongue against his. With a groan, Foster pulls back.
“See? Fucking tease.” I like the way his voice sounds strained.
“Fine.” I pout. “Take me home.”
“Nope. I might not be able to have sex with you, but you’re not denying me the chance to sleep next to you tonight. You’re coming back to my dorm.” He turns around and bends down a little. “Climb on.”
I don’t hesitate to wrap my arms around his neck and jump onto his back. “Is that a euphemism?” I purr into his ear. Or at least, I attempt to purr. When he laughs, I suspect I got it wrong.
“No euphemism. Behave yourself.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Zach …”
“Mm?” I use my vantage point to run kisses over his neck.
“Stop dry humping my back.”
Oh. I hadn’t even realized I was grinding against him. “But you’re so fucking sexy.” This time I’m not trying to sound as husky as I do. And apparently, not trying seems to do the trick. His hands tighten on my thighs, and I respond by nipping his ear. “A wise man once told me the anticipation can be just as erotic.”
“Erotic,” Foster mutters. “Tonight is gonna kill me.”
21
Foster
A loud groan wakes me from an entire night of broken sleep.
Lying next to Zach is as torturous as it is enjoyable. Would’ve been more enjoyable had he not been plastered, but holding him all night was a nice consolation.
I didn’t want to pressure him, but it’s possible I might’ve moved too fast. I left him for ten minutes to check on my stupid-ass teammates, and when I came back, he could barely see straight. Or stand. Or walk.
Now he’s moaning, and it sounds nothing like the type of moans he was making last night when I was on my knees.
He’s curled on his side with my front plastered to his back, but when I lean up on my elbow to check on him, he’s still fast asleep.
Knowing he’s going to wake up soon feeling a hell of a lot sorry for himself, I slip out of bed and walk to an off-campus joint that sells the best hangover cures ever. Bacon and egg rolls with extra cheese.
And coffee.
I sent him a text on the walk so if he woke while I was gone, he’d know where I was, but I still hold my breath when I return to my dorm. I’m hoping he hasn’t run away.
I break into a smile when I find him sitting in the middle of my bed, looking around the room with a cute confused look on his face.
“Why’s your bed bigger than mine?”
I laugh. It’s not that much bigger, but it’s definitely easier to fit two people than the crappy singles in the rest of the dorms. “Perks of being in the jock building.”
He runs his hand over his hair and squints.
“Here.” I put the food on my desk and hand him his glasses.
The confusion is strong this morning. He stares down at his clothes—my clothes that are way too big on him—and groans.
“And here I was hoping that part of last night was actually a horrible dream.”
I smirk. “I dunno. Dressing you while you were practically passed out was the highlight of my night … Wait, that sounds super creepy.”
Zach buries his head in his hands. “I ruined it.”
I climb onto the bed next to him. “You didn’t ruin anything. Last night was fun.”
“For me. What did you get out of it?”
“I got to spend time with you. I got to kiss you.” I lean in and kiss his cheek, slowly moving toward his mouth, but I pull back at the last second. “Hmm, you’re not going to vomit, are you?”
“No vomiting. I promise.”
“Good.” I pull back even more and reach for the coffee and food. “Then eat up. Breakfast, shower, and then we have all day to hang out.”
“Hang out …”
I sigh. “Not a euphemism. We
can fool around, or we can watch movies on my laptop. We can do whatever you want, and none of it has to be sexual if you don’t want it to be.”
He goes to open his mouth, but I shove the breakfast roll in his face.
“Eat.”
He pales a little. “I don’t know if I can …”
“It’ll make you feel better. Trust me.”
Zach takes it from me, and we both settle, sitting across my bed and using the wall as a backrest.
He has a few bites while I sip my coffee and watch him intently. It’ll either make him feel better or make him throw up. One or the other.
“It’s good.”
“You know, when I said I wanted to give you the college experience, it went a lot different in my head.”
Zach doesn’t reply. For a little guy, he eats fast. The whole thing is devoured in minutes.
He avoids eye contact like he usually does when he has something to say. “I feel like I need to explain myself.”
I take another sip of my coffee. “You don’t have—”
“I’m a virgin,” he blurts, and his cheeks go pink.
I smile. “I figured.”
His face drops. “Oh. Is it that obvious?”
Hmm, to come clean or not. “Well, at first I thought you’d had some experience, not a lot, but then I might’ve overheard you in the library the other day. I was in there trying to find the bylaws when your very loud friend was very loud.”
“Just great. The whole school probably knows.”
“It’s not a big deal, Zach.”
“It is a big deal. While everyone else was going off and doing stupid shit freshman year, I was studying. And now I’m twenty-one and have no idea what I’m doing.”
“You don’t need to know what you’re doing. You … do what feels good.”
“Kissing you feels good. What we did last night definitely felt good. But I don’t know how to reciprocate, and—”
“Then let’s take a step back. You go jump in the shower, do what you gotta do, and I promise the best damn kissing of your life.”
The confusion line on his forehead is back. “Why are you cool with this? I don’t know of many college seniors who’d be okay with abstaining. If you want to go have sex with someone else, you can. Don’t let me hold you back.”
“I don’t want to have sex with anyone else. I want to have sex with you. But I’m never going to make you do something you’re not comfortable with. If you want to get comfortable with it, I’m all for it, but this is going at your speed, okay?”
Zach chews on his bottom lip, and then moves to get out of bed.
He walks toward my bathroom, and I watch his tight ass in my baggy sweatpants that are practically falling off him.
At the last second, he looks at me over his shoulder. “Shower with me?”
I’m off the bed so fast Zach bursts out laughing.
I catch his waist on the way to the bathroom, pushing him inside and closing the door behind us even though we’re the only ones in the dorm.
“Do … do you have a spare toothbrush?”
“I do. Though, you know, you’ve had your tongue in my mouth. No, wait, you’ve had your cock in my mouth, but sharing a toothbrush is gross?”
I do an internal victory dance at Zach’s blush. I think I’m going to make it my mission to turn him that red as many times as possible today.
“Well, now I’m wondering why you have spares.”
“My mom.”
Zach huffs. “Of course. Dentist. Explains all the dental floss Seth would leave lying around our dorm too.”
We brush our teeth, but I can’t stop staring at him. I want to take his clothes—my clothes—off him.
I want to strip him down and explore his naked body in a way I didn’t get to last night.
“I should be scared by the way you’re looking at me, but I’m not.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“Like I’m about to lose my virginity in a shower.”
I laugh. “Nope. I’m being a good boy.”
“Hmm, I wonder how long that will last.” Zach rinses his mouth, then takes off his glasses and places them on the vanity. He reaches for the hem of my shirt.
It flies over his head and hits the ground.
The sweatpants go next.
My hands go slack, the toothbrush now dangling from my mouth. “Not long at all.”
Zach is naked. Completely naked. In my bathroom.
His cock is half-hard, and I flashback to last night when I was on my knees in a different bathroom. I want him in my mouth again.
The thing that gets me the most is his hesitant smile that’s somehow so fucking confident at the same time.
He turns to get in the shower.
The sight of his tight round ass almost has me coming on the spot.
I rush through brushing my teeth and ditching my clothes.
He’s facing away from me, under the spray, so I wrap my arms around him from behind and bury my head in his neck. I kiss along his wet skin and press against him, my hard cock digging into his back.
Zach turns in my arms. “I knew it wouldn’t take long for the good boy claim to go down the drain.”
“Hey, I’m being a good boy. My dick isn’t. You should punish it. Maybe with some light choking.”
Zach laughs while his hands travel down my wide chest. When his fingers brush over my happy trail, I grip his hands to stop him.
“That was a joke. You don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
I search his green eyes but only see a man determined.
I release his hand. “If you’re sure.”
He nods. “Using my hand is something I’ve had a lot of practice with.”
He wraps his hand around me and gives two unsure pumps.
“Do whatever makes you feel good.”
His thumb rubs over the tip, feathery light, making me shudder. This time when he strokes he’s more sure.
“Like that.” I throw my head back and close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of someone else touching my dick.
It feels like forever since it’s been anything but my own hand.
“Foster?”
My eyes fly open and meet his.
“Kiss me?”
I grin. Then, like he promised me last night, I lean in and whisper, “I will never say no to that.”
When our mouths come together, his stroking falters.
He ravishes my mouth, his tongue dueling mine, and I’m loving this new side of him. He’s aggressive in the way he kisses me. In the way he turns us and backs me up against the cool tiles.
But whether he’s terrible at multitasking or he’s too distracted by my mouth, his hand has completely stalled now.
I thrust my hips forward.
He breaks his mouth away. “Sorry. Distracted.”
“That’s okay. This works.” I roll my hips, fucking into his hand.
His cock rubs against my V, so I angle myself to line us up together.
“Or even better.” I cover his hand with mine and guide it to wrap around both of us.
Zach’s head falls to my shoulder. His hot breath ghosts my cold, wet skin, and then he lightly touches his lips to my collar bone.
He moves his mouth up to my neck, leaving soft kisses along the way, while he strokes us both. Turns out he’s awesome at multitasking, but I need more.
“Harder,” I grunt.
He chuckles. “The kissing or this …” He grips my cock tighter and moves his hips, dragging his hard length against mine.
“Fuck. Both.”
Zach sucks on my skin in a way that makes me think he’ll have no trouble giving me a blowjob.
One day.
Right now, I’m too busy enjoying his hand on me and the confident way he’s pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Foster? I’m gonna—”
I beat him to it, warm spurts of cum splashing onto our stomachs.
Zach moans a
nd then shudders, still grinding against me, his release joining the mess between us.
I hold him close. The second he lifts his head, I capture his mouth with mine.
Our chests heave, but slowly, we calm down. When our kisses become soft and our bodies recover, I pull back to see insecure Zach is back.
“So, that was okay?”
I kiss the tip of his nose. “There are no words to describe how good that was.”
His shy smile makes my dick twitch.
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him.
We’re supposed to be watching a movie, but Zach’s paying more attention to me than the laptop on my side table.
He’s on his back, and I’m on my side resting on my elbow so I can see over him. My other arm is draped over his waist.
His fingers run over my neck where I know there’s probably a mark. “I’ve never given anyone a hickey before.”
“I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of things you’ve never done before meeting me.”
“Is that cockiness I hear?”
“Are you really surprised?”
“Not in the slightest.”
I lower my head and kiss him softly. “You’re supposed to be watching the screen.”
“I have questions.”
“What about?”
There’s a pause. “Sex.”
“And we’re done with the movie.” I reach over and close the laptop. “What questions?”
“Umm … well, how do you, like, choose if you’re a top or a bottom?”
“There’s a sorting hat. Like in Harry Potter. It wasn’t even placed on my head before it screamed, ‘Top!’ and then all the other tops welcomed me to their house.”
“You’re so funny. But, really, you’re a top? I mean, I figured that was the case, but—”
“Tried bottoming once. Didn’t like it. Doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Okay.”
“It’s like anything. Try it. If you don’t like it, you don’t do it again. Pretty simple.”
“I kinda feel like it’s part of my identity as a gay man, you know? But … what if I don’t like it? And then …”
I wait for him to finish but he doesn’t. “And then what?”
“Never mind. I’m getting ahead of myself.”
I sit up. “You know what I like about this community the most?”
