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This is my other favorite part about giving him head. The pure contentment on his face. It tells me that, at least for this moment, he’s forgotten about the baggage that usually weighs his shoulders down.
Liam’s fingers flex against my scalp, signaling that he’s getting close. I pop off his cock long enough to get my finger wet, then take it back in my mouth as I slip my finger in his hole, just like he taught me to do last week.
It’s so incredibly tight—I’m not convinced my dick will ever fit in there despite his insistence that it can—but I push forward, searching for that spongy spot he loves. It’s risky to bring his prostate into the mix at my parents’ house since I now know that magic button is what makes him moan the loudest, but…noise machine.
Fortunately, I only have to stroke it a few times once I find it before he’s shooting off, filling my mouth with his release. And just like last night when we blew each other, I manage to swallow most of it down so my bed isn’t a complete disaster.
As Liam’s chest heaves through his release, I crawl over him until our mouths are lined up and press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Merry Christmas, Sunshine.”
“You’re spoiling me with these morning blow jobs.” He drags his finger down my torso until it brushes against the crown of my hardened length. “Do we have time for me to return the favor?”
“If we’re quick.” I give him another soft kiss.
He gives my ass a little pat. “Sit on my chest.”
Doing as he says, I straddle him so I’m lined up with his mouth, biting back a moan when his lips close around me. I’m instantly transported to heaven, losing all sense of time and space as I revel in the sensation of Liam moaning around my cock.
“Quiet,” he hisses as he pulls off me. “The noise machine won’t cover up the bed hitting the wall.”
“The bed is hitting the wall?”
“It will if you keep thrusting like that. Hold still and let me suck you.”
I manage to do that for another thirty seconds or so, until a shocked, “Holy shit!” drowns out the hum of the noise machine.
Liam shoves me off him as I grab for the comforter, pulling it up to shield what’s left of our dignity. When we’re basically covered, I zero in on Tommy standing at the foot of the bed.
“What are you doing in here?” I bark.
“We’re all waiting on you two.”
“So you barge in without knocking to tell us to get downstairs? Wait.” I risk a glance at Liam, who’s got the covers pulled up to his eyeballs. “How the hell did you get in here? The door was locked.”
Tommy holds up a thin piece of cylindrical metal. “Pro tip, every door with a lock has one of these little master keys on the doorframe. Always has.”
Holding the comforter to my waist, I lean forward and swipe the key from his hand, which almost topples me over since Liam’s got a death grip on the portion of the cover he’s hiding under.
“Do you mind?” I ask Tommy as I sit back down. “We can’t exactly get moving with you standing there.”
My cousin makes no effort to move, just stands there with a goofy grin on his face. “I knew it.”
“Knew what?” I huff.
“That you two aren’t roommates. You didn’t have to go through a whole charade.”
“We are roommates,” I grunt.
Tommy’s mischievous eyes grow wide. “You’re living together? Did you move out of the dorm?”
“Yes. And no,” I tell him as I grab Liam’s shorts off the floor. “We were assigned the same room in the dorm.”
“Oh, that’s priceless.” He claps his hands together. “You’re boning your roommate. Is that against school policy?”
“Why would that be against school policy?” Liam finally pokes his head from under the covers. “And you’re focused on that instead of the whole gay thing?” He accepts the pair of shorts I offer him and pulls them on under the covers.
“Pretty sure parents don’t send their kids to school to do more fucking than studying.” Tommy snorts. “And why would I give a shit about the gay thing?” Tommy sweeps his arm in front of himself as if to say, ‘duh.’
“I mean no one knows about this.” Liam draws a line between the two of us as he gets out of bed and tosses me a pair of shorts to put on, since my cousin clearly isn’t going to give us any privacy. “Most people would be more concerned with that than our living arrangements.”
