This one’s different—still lazy, but deeper. His tongue slides against mine, exploring, and I kiss him back properly this time. He makes that sound again, slightly less quiet, and his hand flexes against my back.
His dick is hard against my thigh, but he doesn’t grind into me. He also doesn’t try to touch my own very hard one. We just kiss and kiss and kiss, his breath hitching when I bite his lip, when I arch up against him, when I grab his hair.
Reid pulls back just enough to look at me, his dark eyes flickering over my face.
“So?”
My brain’s basically offline at this point.
“Uh.”
“Was the data point useful?” He brushes his thumb on the corner of my mouth, swiping away spit “Good?”
“Yeah.” I blink at him, dazed. “Super… uh, scientific.”
Reid huffs, almost a laugh.
The door creaks open—Walker, probably, judging by the way he doesn’t bother knocking.
“Yo, the fuck? You two cuddling?”
I look over Reid’s head and it’s Walker all right, gym bag slung over his shoulder, sweat still gleaming on his chest.
“No,” I say quickly, letting go of Reid’s hair and backing up so fast my skull cracks against the wall.
“Uh-huh.” Walker drops his bag with a thud, crossing his arms. “Doll’s awake already?”
I rub the back of my head, glaring at him. “Nope. Totally inanimate object here. Just vibing.”
Walker snorts, stepping closer, his gym-sweat scent mixing with Reid’s cigarette-and-sleep.
“Bro.” He gives me a look. “Bad fucking luck, dude. I came back from the gym earlier just to get a go at the doll’s ass before class but you’re already—” he gestures at my entire situation— “awake. And apparentlycuddling.”
“I just said—”
“Such bad luck.” He shakes his head mournfully.
I roll my eyes so hard I briefly lose vision. Reid chooses this moment to tighten his grip around me, and there’s no way to say that’s not cuddling. Asshole. But my chest flutters, and that makes me freak out a little, so I shove at his chest, struggling to untangle myself from his octopus limbs.
“Fuck off, both of you. I’m late to class.”
Walker’s voice follows me into the hall, loud and shit-eating. “Hey Reid. At least you weren’t able to hit it either, man.”
Then Reid’s amused voice: “Wouldn’t say that.”
My stomach flips.
I bolt before I can process that, before my traitor dick can get any harder, but not fast enough to miss Walker’s chokedlaugh, the wet sound of a slap—probably a high-five even though Walker doesn’t know the context of Reid’s words.
The bathroom door slams behind me, and I brace my hands on the sink, staring at my reflection—flushed cheeks, kiss-bitten lips, hair fucked-out. My cock aches, leaking a fat stripe of pre-cum down my thigh.
Fuck.
Okay.
So.
I think I got my answers.
