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“You can do that. I’ll let you.”
“I know you will. But not tonight. Tonight, we’re going to keep things light from now on. Only things that make us smile.”
I drew back and gazed up at him. As he released me, I murmured, “Deal. For the rest of tonight, only things that make us smile.”
Chapter Fifteen
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Luke
As I pulledinto the lot outside of Minty’s dorm, I was pleased with how the rest of the evening had gone. I’d considered taking him home to fuck him, but the sexual energy of the night had turned dark after our conversation at Bruster’s.
If we went back to my house, I figured we’d end up in the basement, and I didn’t want to do that. I was sincere when I said I only wanted things that made us smile for this evening, and while fun times in the dungeon would eventually lead to smiles, in the short term they’d lead to crying, shouts, and pain.
“Want to come up?” Minty asked, turning to me in the darkness of the car. I could see the blond of his hair backlit and glowing, but his eyes were little more than glistening sparks in the night.
I hesitated, thinking of how awkward it felt to be a man in my early thirties going up to a college boy’s dorm room with the full intent of fucking him.
“It’s okay if you don’t,” he said, opening the door. “I was only—”
“Hey,” I said, grabbing his arm before he could get out. “Do you put out on the first date?”
Minty halted, his brain turning over my question, looking for the accusation or judgment before he responded.
“Because I do.” I gave him a half-smile I wasn’t sure he couldsee. “I promise I’ll make it good for you.”
Minty shut the door again and turned to me, his hands on my face, and his mouth on mine. His lips were soft and warm, slick with lip-gloss, and he tasted of cherries as he kissed me.
I pulled away, whispering, “Stop, or you’re going to make it even more awkward to walk through the lobby. Not only will I be the old guy in the dorm, but I’ll have a hard-on that makes it clear I’m the old guy with bad intentions toward the pretty college kid I’m with.”
“Seems like good intentions to me.”
I grinned, but we didn’t talk more.
The walk through the dorm wasn’t as awkward as it could have been, but only because all eyes were on Minty. Did he deal with this every day? Whenever he came in or went out? Did the straight assholes gawp at him like he was an alien or a monster all the time? Christ. He was a strong man. So much stronger than he gave himself credit for.
I was still haunted by the proclamation of his suicidal intentions. Mainly because I couldn’t decide if he was brave or selfish, strong or weak. I wasn’t sure I could judge properly because Minty was a rare breed. The kind of man who’d done something completely taboo in his most helpless moment, and in doing so had wrestled power from the man raping him. If he could turn that vulnerability into strength and rageful power, then who knew what he was capable of?
So maybe planning a suicide was bravery, or maybe it was just the coward’s way out. I didn’t know. I wasn’t the right man to answer that question.
When we reached Minty’s door, I was half expecting the bathroom door across the way to pop open and for Kyle to reappear, but he didn’t.
Inside, with the door locked behind us, lit up by the coloredtwinkle lights twisted around the pipe, Minty didn’t waste time.
He pulled his spaghetti-strapped shirt off and slid his skirt down and, yes, he had on lacy panties, just as I suspected he would. He had a hard-on too, making those panties look uncomfortably small. The head of his cock poked out above the waistband as he stood in front of me, all pale limbs, and pink lips, nipples, and shiny cockhead. Fucking gorgeous.
I reached out to him, and he walked toward me with his head tilted back and his eyes shining with heat. I kissed him, pressing against him, feeling him rut his hard cock against my jean-clad thigh. Breathless with the taste and scent of him, I asked, “Do you have supplies?”
“Are we using condoms tonight?” he asked, confusion creasing his brow.
“No, but we’ll want lube.”
“No rough fuck?” He sounded almost sad about it.
“Only things that make us smile, remember?” I murmured, kissing his cheekbone, and then sighing into his ear to make him shiver.
“If you’re sure…” he sounded nervous, almost as nervous as the first time he’d knelt for me.
