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With him pulling and kneading my muscles, I lost myself. Jesus, did this feel good. It was better than sex, at least, any sex I had ever had. And it didn’t take long before, I felt a familiar gnawing start at my balls and slowly climb.

Oh god, I was cumming.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I said tossing the smaller guy onto the couch.

Luckily I knew where it was and it was open. Throwing the door closed behind me, I could barely get my pants down fast enough before I exploded into orgasm.

I groaned fighting myself from screaming with pleasure. I managed to catch most of it in my palm instead of spraying it onto the ceiling. But with it came lightheadedness that tossed me to my ass. I hit the ground with a thud.

Chapter 5

Quin

“Are you alright in there?” I asked hearing what sounded like the towel rack break and then someone falling to the floor.

“I’m fine,” Cage shouted back. “But, I think something broke. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it, whatever it is. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah. I just need a second.”

I freaked him out. I know I did. Sitting on top of him I was getting hard and he felt it somehow. That’s why he threw me off of him and sprinted to the bathroom like his hair was on fire.

Why did I offer to give him a massage? How weird was that? I’m ruining everything.

But he said his back was hurting and it just slipped out. If someone says their back is hurting, you offer to give them a massage, don’t you?

Agh! I don’t know. I don’t know anything. Why am I so bad at this?

“Are you sure you don’t need any help in there?”

“I have everything in hand,” Cage said before turning on the faucet and eventually coming out.

Damn, did he look good standing there with his shirt off. His muscular, bulging shoulders, his thick pecs, his abs. How did he have abs without flexing? He was just standing there. How?

Staring at me with the most heart-melting puppy dog eyes, he said, “Sorry about that?”

“No, I’m sorry,” I told him feeling bad for crossing the line.

“Why should you feel sorry,” he asked me as if he didn’t know.

“You know, because…”

“…Because you were willing to tutor me in a subject I need to pass to have any sort of life, and I made things weird?”

“You made things weird? I’m the king of making things weird.”

“You might be the king of something, but this is on me. Look, why don’t we get back to studying.”

“How’s your back?”

“It’s much better now, thank you,” he said grabbing his shirt and putting it on. “That helped a lot. I can focus now. I’m also a little sleepy but, I can definitely focus.”

Continuing from where we left off, we covered a lot of material by the time Lou came back.

“Still at it? You two can just keep going and going, can’t you?” Lou said playfully.

Lou was clearly making Cage uncomfortable.

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