Holding back, I give him a bro-hug instead, making sure to go extra hard with the back slaps, and lead him to the couch before I can drag him to my room. We say hi to each other, our eyes darting around the living room to confirm we’re alone.
Oh. Maybe he wants to kiss. I sure won’t say no?—
He squeezes my ass instead, and I can’t find it in me to be disappointed.
“You’re so predictable,” I mutter.
He grins innocently. “And what about it?”
We’re leaning into each other, all close and intimate, so we straighten back up when we’re joined by the other two. Thankfully, Ian and Jeremy behave themselves and don’t pepper poor Dean with questions, choosing instead to be friendly while slamming a couple of drinks in preparation for going out, despite us all having class tomorrow.
Whatever. It’s college.
“You two coming to join us?” a sloshed Ian says, stabilizing himself on the dining table. “Callum’s gonna meet us at The Barrel.”
“So it didn’t get shut down,” Dean says before looking at me.
“I think we’ll stay in,” I say.
Jeremy snickers, wiggling his eyebrows. “I thought so.”
“It’sSunday,” I protest. “That’s not outlandish.”
“Whatever.” He yanks Ian toward the door by the collar. “We’re off. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!”
Which leaves the possibilities wide open. The door shuts behind them, and working on autopilot, I march right over to Dean, who’s lazing on the couch.
He might miss having one of his own, but the couch is not where I want to be tonight.
Tilting his head up with my hands, I straddle his thighs,pressing my face close to his. Touching him, even when muted by the layers of fabric separating our bodies, is enough to pump me with arousal.
“And now I’ve finally got you alone,” I murmur.
“Are you desperatealready?” Dean asks, fingers playing with the collar of my T-shirt. “There’s really no turning you off, is there?”
I shake my head. I got to know this guy a little, the lovely switch of attraction flicked on, and I have no intention of finding out if I can reverse it.
Out of patience, I bend down and kiss him, finally, and relish the familiar, addictive sensation of his tongue meshing against mine. Kissing’s always been fun, but when it’s with a guy I’m into? Oh man, it’s something else.
Gradually, I open my eyes as our pace slows, taking in the sight of Dean’s flushed cheeks. I stand up, pulling him along with me, and nod toward the bedroom.
He gets the idea, his face lighting up as he follows me in.
What happens next is unexpected and way too fucking hot.
Dean slams me into the door as soon as it closes behind me, one hand behind me to soften the impact, and the other pressing me back. His mouth claims mine for another scorching, needy kiss, and I accept him with all the hunger I’ve been keeping down for the last twenty-four hours. I don’t know who’s more desperate—me or him, and at this point, it doesn’t matter. There’s enough strength left in me to push us off the door and over to my bed, and the two of us fall onto the mattress, laughing.
“Fuck, that was good,” he murmurs.
I cock my head and kiss him. Why use words when I can just…move things along?
We roll over, and without thinking, I grab Dean’s tentative hand and stick it into the waistband of my sweats. Thankfully, he gets the hint and digs deeper, sending a wave of sweet, sweet arousal through me, even though he hasn’t even gotten to the good part yet.
The good part, which is sex. Only that. Because that’s separate from us being friends. Which we are, and which we’ll continue to be after graduation.
Because the thought of just…cutting off everything come April is too painful for me to contemplate with any level of sincerity.
Again, Dean’s my friend who I’m attracted to because he’s the right combo of chill, patient, and hot. He’s letting me experience attraction and the joys of having someone else wrapped around my dick.
