10. Corey

Chapter 10

Corey

Luke is an adorable drunk.

I usher him out of the football house, leaving Seth to wonder if he has had a hit placed on him by the Costello mafia family. My house is only a short walk away, so thankfully, I manage to get Luke there with not much fuss.

I probably should have just taken him home, but even wasted, I want to spend time with Luke. Plus I can look after him much better here than at his place.

We make it to my room and I leave Luke leaning against the door as I grab him some sweats from my dresser. Lending him clothes is becoming an occurrence I don’t hate.

“Hey, Corey?”

“Yeah?” I mumble.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.” He starts undoing his jeans buttons as if to show me. I cover his hands, stopping him.

“You can show me your junk when you’re sober, but right now, I need you to take these sweats and go get changed in the bathroom.”

“If I must,” He whines but grabs the clothes and walks into the bathroom.

Having Luke in my bed is a really stupid idea. I’m going to spend the whole night hard as fuck.

It will be worth it, though.

A few minutes later, I’m changed, and Luke comes out of the bathroom, eyes full of tears. “Shit, baby, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” I ask, grabbing his face. Tears start falling down his cheeks.

“Dinosaurs can’t understand English.” He buries his head into my chest with a sob. “No wonder they were so angry in Jurassic Park. They didn’t know what was going on.”

Nothing could have prepared me for that.

I say nothing, not wanting to make him cry more, and soon enough, he’s snoring soundly.

Shuffling him into my bed and making sure he stayed asleep was a lot easier than you’d think.

Not once does he let go of me, and I bask in his unconscious attention.

What am I doing?

He’s never had sex before. I get the feeling that Luke might be the type of guy whose heart lives in his dick.

Do I want him to fall in love with me?

Yes, that little voice in the back of my head screams.

I thought it was meant to be a part of my subconscious. It feels very loud and dom-conscious right now.

Dom-conscious? Luke is rubbing off on me.

You wish.

I officially need sleep.

“I think I drank too much,” Luke groans, waking me up the next morning.

I don’t remember drifting off to sleep. It felt like I was awake for hours listening to Luke’s gentle snores.

“What brought you to that conclusion?” I ask him innocently. He’s still curled into my side. I don’t want to move and spook him.

“My teeth have texture,” he admits before sitting all the way up and looking down at me. “Do you have a spare toothbrush?”

“I use an electric toothbrush, but you can use a spare head. They are under the sink.”

He kisses my cheek. “Thank you, I’ll be right back.”

My cheek burns where he pressed his lips.

Fuck, this is not good. I can’t have sex with Luke. I know I said last night that we would hook up again, but in the cold light of day, that would be incredibly stupid. For starters, he thinks I’m going to turn him into the dean if he doesn’t do as I ask.

Shit. I’m pretty positive he doesn’t think he needs to sleep with me because of the stupid arrangement we have.

“All clean,” Luke announces, walking out of the bathroom. “I feel a million times better now.”

He pauses by the side of the bed and I decide to just see what he does.

Taking his clothes off and straddling me was not what I was expecting. My hands automatically go to his waist, and I shamelessly stare at his dick. It’s a little narrower than mine but roughly the same length. His pubes are neatly trimmed and the same auburn color. I lick my lips. The urge to suck on his balls is fucking strong.

“You said last night we were going to hookup, and I was hoping that was something you still want to do?” If it wasn’t for the tiny hand tremor I would believe he had all the confidence in the world.

What I think is that I need to let him down gently.

“Your debt, or punishment, whatever you want to call it, with the frat is done.” Is what I actually say.

Luke stares at me like a confused bumblebee trying to escape an open window.

“If we do this, I want to know that you’re doing it because you want to and not because you think you have to. It went on longer than it should have. Some of that might have been because I liked having you in my space.” I tell him honestly. I should probably stop talking. “If you’re here, it’s because you want to be.”

Luke smirks at me. “I definitely want to be here. Because I want more orgasms with you and not because I want to get out of repaying the teepee incident.”

I sit up so we are chest to chest and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Now we’ve got the disclaimers out of the way; let’s get on with the fun stuff.” I flip Luke over, making him squeal as I land on top of him. “I want to introduce you to the wonders of frotting. How do you feel about that?”

“I feel great, and I’m sure I’ll feel a lot better when you actually get on with it,” he says with a light slap to my ass. I’m not really into spanking, but I am definitely into him touching me.

I press a kiss to his sun tattoo. “As you wish, baby.”

If I want to make sure he doesn’t get the wrong idea, I should probably not kiss the tattoo above his heart and call him cute nicknames.

I shuck off my sweats and grab the lube.

“As this is your first time, you get to be in control. Open your hand,” I command. He does as I say, which is too fucking sexy. Once his hand is lubed up, I throw the bottle to the side, and I line up our hard dicks. I was right, we are the same length. “Grab both dicks and cover them in lube.”

I’ve been hard since I woke up. Maybe my erection never went down after last night. Even so, it’s fucking insane that I somehow manage to get even harder the second he touches me. I don’t want to take my eyes where he’s holding me, but the desire to see his reactions is stronger.

Fuck, I might be in trouble here.

Luke is looking at my dick like it’s the eighth wonder of the world. With a strong grip, he starts slowly fucking his hand. I follow his lead, pleasure rolling over me every time his cockhead catches against mine.

“Corey, this feels amazing.” He looks up at me in wonder, and I take his mouth, licking along the seam of his lips until he’s granted me access, and our tongues tangle together.

I’m pretty sure he uses a crack in his lip balm. There has to be something for me to already be this addicted to his kisses.

His thrusts get more frantic, and I match his pace. I swallow down his whimpers as I kiss him through his release. The feel of his hot cum covering my dick sets off my own orgasm, and moments later, ropes of my cum mix with his.

What a beautiful sight.

“That was amazing. Go me, lasting longer than seven seconds,” he says. His expression turns nervous, “I was wondering if this is something you might want to do regularly. As two people who like sex and clearly have chemistry.”

No is on the tip of my tongue.

But I can’t do it.

I don’t want to.

Because every single neuron in my body is telling me that I need to know every inch of Luke.

“We shouldn’t, but yes. We are so doing this again.”

The way his face lights up scares the shit out of me.