Chapter 27

HARRISON

"So, you really never go out together? Ever?" I ask.

Benny and Em exchange glances, and I cannot stress enough how weird it is. I'm in tune with Benny—he feels like a different person to Em—but there's no denying they're completely identical, and seeing my boyfriend's face on another guy is a bit of a head fuck.

"Sometimes," Benny says, tossing a chip up and catching it in his mouth.

"Careful, you'll choke."

He's lying on my living room floor while Em occupies the armchair. They do that exchange look thing again, only this time, they're definitely mocking me.

"Sorry I care."

Em laughs. "It's cute. But no, we don't really get to hang out socially together anymore. The most we do is go to a club a few towns away."

"But I assume everyone knew about you both in high school, so why all the secrecy?"

"Two reasons," Em says.

"We wanted to avoid the usual questions from people about whether we swap identities and classes and share partners—" Benny starts.

"And we didn't want anyone to put together that we're the Dalton duo. The chaos twins."

That was creepy. "You regularly finish each other's sentences?"

"Yep," Em confirms. "Don't worry, I'm sure you and Benny will learn that skill soon enough."

"Right. So, who or what is the Dalton duo?"

Benny throws Em a glare. "Don't."

Thankfully, Em doesn't listen. "Us. It was our nickname in hockey circles."

"That's cute. I got myself a chaos twin."

Benny smothers himself with a cushion.

"What's up with him?" I ask Em.

"He hates being reminded of those days." Em raises his voice. "Back when we were a sure thing for the NHL and everyone loved us."

"Loved us?" Benny throws off the cushion to glare at his brother. "They constantly said we'd be nothing without each other and that we wouldn't be half as good if we were on separate teams."

"We both know they were wrong."

Benny doesn't look like he knows that at all, and as much as I might like finding out more about him and his brother, I also don't want to be talking about subjects he clearly doesn't like.

I'm not sure where else to take the conversation though. I can't ask Em what he's studying because that'll only bring up the expulsion and how worried Benny is about it. I can't ask about his future plans because as far as I know, he hasn't even talked to his brother about them. Who would have thought it would be so hard to talk to someone who looks exactly the same as the person I like most?

"Awkward …" Benny sings, and Em kicks him.

"Sorry," I laugh. "It's just bizarre trying to wrap my head around being friends with Em but dating you. I'll get there, but give me a minute."

"It wasn't on purpose, you know," Em says.

Benny and I have been over that. It's obvious that nothing they did was malicious, but if they hadn't done it to begin with, no one would have been confused. Still, it's all been set right now, which is the main thing.

"Harrison was saying the other day that he was going to grab you on the ass," Benny says, and I want to hit him with that damn cushion.

"I didn't say that. I said I have to be careful that it doesn't happen."

"He likes hockey butts."

I raise my eyes to the ceiling, but he doesn't stop.

"Bet he couldn't tell the differences between our asses in a lineup. Should I be offended?"

"You should stop talking," I point out.

"Yeah, Benny, stop talking." Em hits him with the cushion I'd wanted to, and then Benny tackles him, and I'm left watching them wrestle on the ground. How do I love this guy?

Jesus, he—wait.

Waaaait.

Love?

My thoughts snap to a halt because no way should I be there yet. We've only been together officially a few weeks. There's still a lot we don't know about each other, but as I watch him pull Em's hair as Em tries to get him into a headlock, all I do is smile. Warmed at the sight of him so happy when he's been in his head a lot since he took that test in statistics.

It also shows me where he learned those skills he used against me in the kiddie pool.

But somehow, I can't shake the L-word from my brain.

It gets easierto talk to them, and by the time Em leaves a few hours later, it's not completely weird anymore. Only a tiny bit.

"Sure he'll get home okay?" I ask from where I'm sucking on Benny's balls.

He flicks off my hat and runs his fingers through my hair before directing me back to his dick. "He'll be fine."

I swallow his cock, and the sounds he lets out has my balls high and tight. We have sex at every opportunity, but it still isn't enough. I crave him, whether it's a quickie in any private place we can find on campus, long, teasing sessions where we make each other as horny as possible, or times like now. No rush to get off, just enjoying each other's bodies. And fuck am I enjoying this.

I love being between Benny's strong thighs. Love the taste of his skin and the feel of his balls under my tongue. The texture difference from his tight, hard sac to the silky-smooth skin over his cock to the glistening tip. Getting to touch and taste, to be able to swallow him down and keep him in my mouth, all of it makes me so hard I can barely see.

The tunnel vision gets me good.

His gravelly sigh is music to my ears, and I double down on my efforts, wanting to make him feel as good as possible.

I'm only new to sucking dick, and I've only sucked this one, but I can't help but think that's a good thing. No other dude could measure up to my Benny. It wouldn't be fair on them to come after him.

"Put my balls back in your mouth," he begs. "Both of them."

I pop off him and do exactly what he says. My mouth wraps eagerly around him, and I run my tongue from one rounded side to the other.

His chest is rising and falling under harsh breaths as he releases my hair and wraps his hand around his cock instead. Each stroke is slow, smooth, with a grip that makes his knuckles stand out.

I want to be the one to do it, but as I watch him touch himself, it's too much for me. I have to strangle my own cock with some much-needed strokes, otherwise I'd probably come all over my sheets.

His cock is leaking, so I swipe some of the precum with my free hand and reach back to rub it over his hole. I haven't topped him again since the first time, both because of our schedules and because a lot of the time, we're so horny we don't get that far. I'm not in any hurry though.

"Fuck, Harry," he moans, back arching from my bed. "I'm so close you're gonna make me come."

I release his balls and run my tongue over them. "That's what I'm aiming for here. But I'd prefer if you did it in my mouth."

"Better hurry up, then. I'm gonna shoot."

He doesn't need to tell me twice. I'd keep his cock in my mouth always, if I could.

I suck him deep, still getting the hang of this deep-throating thing, but the way his grip returns to my hair makes me think I'm on the right track.

"Yeah, right … now …" His cum floods my mouth, and I drink it down greedily. Once he's done, I grab his hip and flip him onto his front, then jack myself off over him. All it takes is gripping one cheek and spreading it open to see his hole, and then I'm coming.

I release into his crease, loving the way my cum runs over his hole and reaches his balls. Then, I rub my cockhead over the mess, using it to rub my cum into his skin.

When I'm done, I lean down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. His legs twist back, ankles linking over mine, locking me in place.

"Can't go anywhere now," he says sleepily into my pillow.

"Good." I nuzzle behind his ear. "I have no plans to."

Benny passes out not long after, but I'm still wide-awake. I lie there and watch him, the way the moonlight through the trees outside creates patterns on his face, his slightly parted, pillowy lips, the dark eyelashes on his cheeks.

When he sleeps, he's finally relaxed.

And it's in the dark that I can well and truly acknowledge that it might be fast, but this is definitely love.