Chapter 6

SIX

Peter

I ran to the washroom, knocking just as the shower turned on.

"Shit," I muttered.

There was a pause from inside, and then the door opened.

Jonas was standing there in a towel, covered in bite marks and hickeys in the bright light of day, and my cock took immediate notice.

"Morning," he said casually. "What's up? You need to piss?"

"Yes, but I need to shower more. I'm going to be late for class if I don't leave in like five minutes. Mind if I go first? I'll only be two minutes."

He didn't move out of the way, but his gaze dropped thoughtfully.

"Why don't you just come in with me?"

I didn't argue.

With those eyes and that smile, Jonas could make me do anything.

I stripped my boxers off and climbed in. Jonas got in behind me.

He let me take the water, and I tried to just clean myself off at first, but then I made the fatal mistake of glancing at him over my shoulder.

He was wet from the spray, drops of water clinging to his lashes and dampening his hair. And he was watching me, his eyes glued to the soap dripping slowly over my shoulders.

I turned to face him, pulling him under the water with me. For a few minutes, we just cleaned each other off.

By the time I was supposed to be leaving for my class, we were fucking over the washroom sink.

His hole was swollen and pink and my cock felt like it was overly tender from all the sex, but that didn't stop either of us. We went slowly, watching each other in the mirror the whole time.

I never did make it to that class.

For the rest of the week, we took it a bit easier. Switching up what we did so that we could keep playing. I stroked his cock on camera, and then watched the video of my hand sliding up and down, making him twitch while he crouched between my legs, sucking me off. At one point, he just wanted my tongue, and he was the demanding sort, so I let him straddle my face, losing myself kissing and sucking and licking until we were both coming, him in my hair, me into my fist.

I'd never had so much sex before. I'd never been with someone who made me feel like I couldn't function unless I had my fix. And I'd never felt so proud that someone wanted to actually spend time with me before.

After years of being on the end of Jonas' hatred, seeing the lighter side of him was doing something to me. Something that made my insides turn to mush and my knees weak.

I didn't even care to see anyone else. I wanted to spend every moment with him. But I had stupid school to deal with and work piling up.

Pouting, I poured over my textbook at the kitchen table while Jonas was in the living room watching TV.

I wanted nothing more than to stretch out on the couch with him in my arms. I bet he would let me snuggle him if I wanted to. We didn't need to be having sex to touch, right? My chest tightened at the thought because, yeah, I wanted more.

It was probably stupid of me, but there was something about him that made me want to throw caution to the wind. Maybe it was that I couldn't imagine not continuing this. Hell, if he tried to date someone else, I would probably die a little inside—okay, a lot. I was beyond smitten. I lived for the little smiles he gave me.

But who knew what he was feeling about all this? He had jumped into it with ease. Maybe he was just enjoying having such an accessible hookup.

I sighed, trying to turn my attention back to the book.

A few minutes later, Jonas entered the kitchen behind me for a glass of water.

"You were on that page the last time I was in here," he informed me.

I sank a bit. I'd read this page about ten times at this point.

"I'm trying to make sense of it," I admitted.

To my surprise, he pulled out the chair next to me and sank into it.

"What don't you get?" he asked.

I swallowed and explained, and to my wonder, he sat next to me for over an hour, walking me through the chapter. Maybe it was because I hung on his every word, but he made me understand it, too.

"You have a way with words," I told him. "You should probably get into teaching."

He did that little smile, his gaze down-turned, and my heart skipped.

"Maybe if research doesn't work out for me."

He glanced at me then, something unreadable in his eyes.

"Have you heard from Charles?"

I nodded, blushing.

"He keeps sending me memes from Brokeback Mountain and The Rocky Horror Picture Show ."

Jonas chuckled.

"You too?"

He bit his lip.

"I'm surprised he took it so well, honestly," he said.

"I'm not. He's the best guy."

Jonas' gaze warmed.

"Yup. That's my little brother... And I guess he has okay taste in friends."

I gaped.

"Does this mean you finally approve?" I asked. "And all it took was over a week of sex?"

He laughed and pushed to his feet, giving me a look.

"Don't push it," he warned and went back to the living room.

I watched him go. Add that playful smile on his lips to the list of things I would die for.

I tried to turn my attention back to my studies until I was done taking notes of the things he'd explained to me, but I couldn't fight going to him any longer.

I was going to lie down next to him without saying a word and just pull him into my arms.

My heart was racing as I set down my pen, but at just the same moment, he shut off the TV and stood with a yawn.

"Night," he said.

"Night," I returned, disappointed.

I wanted to think of something to say to keep him for a few more minutes.

The suggestion of fooling around was on the tip of my tongue, and not because I was horny, since I was actually pretty damn tired, but because I wanted an excuse to hug him for a minute. But he shut his door before I managed to say a word.

Sighing, I stared at my textbook for a few minutes, feeling pathetic and sorry for myself.

Jonas hadn't made me think he wanted a boyfriend... That didn't make me stop wanting it, though.

Eventually, I stood, shut off the lights and went to my bedroom to sleep.

It was hard to with Jonas right next door.

Dammit, I had it bad. I wondered what Charles would say. He’d know as soon as he saw the way I looked at him, I was sure. He could always tell when I had a crush.

There was a creaking sound from the next room, and all my attention zeroed in on it.

For a moment, I remembered that time after our first hookup, listening to Jonas come while I stroked myself in here, just as loud. My cheeks heated at the memory.

But this time, something even better happened.

Jonas left his room and a moment later, slipped into mine.

He didn't say anything, just slinked into my bed and my waiting arms and curled around me. I held him tight enough that he wouldn't get any ideas about leaving.

“All the videos we filmed together are doing really good,” he told me in a whisper. “They’re paying out like four times what my solo ones do.”

“Really?” I asked.

He nodded against my shoulder.

I waited, happiness bubbling inside me because he wanted to talk about this with me. Until now, he’d kept all the details to himself.

“I’m going to register for next semester to start my masters.”

“No way.”

“Uh huh. And I have your dick to thank for it.”

I laughed and squeezed him, absolutely certain that Jonas was the cutest person on the planet. Now that he didn’t hate me anymore, it was like his personality was finally matching that sweet face.

He chuckled softly and then lifted to face me, as though even though he couldn’t see me in the dark, he still wanted to try.

“I’ll split it with you,” he said softly. “Or give you a payout. Whatever you want.”

I was shaking my head before he even finished offering.

“I don’t need the money,” I said. “My parents help me.”

He hummed thoughtfully.

“That’s good,” he said. “You deserve it.”

My heart warmed.

“And you deserve to get through college as seamlessly as possible. If that means lending a dick, I really don’t mind.”

He laughed, relaxing back onto my shoulder.

“Oh, don’t you? What a relief,” he joked.

My hand stroked up his back absently as my mind wandered. It was hard to imagine this was the same Jonas from that party. The one that started it all with that stupid game… but, if I hadn’t asked him that question, it never would have gotten into my head the way it had. I wouldn’t have been obsessed with the idea of him filming himself… I doubted I would have walked in and helped him to it without the lead-up. I probably would have been too shocked.

“Are you ever going to tell me the real reason you used to hate me so much?” I asked.

My voice betrayed me by wavering on the words used to as it occurred to me that he had never said he’d changed his mind about me. But he was in my bed, snuggling, I reminded myself before he could answer.

He let out a groan.

“Fine. I’ll tell you.”

Oh shit. There was an actual reason.

“Remember when you came out that first day to meet the family? We were having a barbeque?”

“Yeah…” I said slowly.

“I heard you ranting to Charles about Professor Gordon. You called him a dirty faggot . You said he should be fired. That he shouldn’t be around the students because he was perverted. That he only failed the guys who wouldn’t fuck him.”

I could hear a hard edge to his voice and all the blood left my face.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Honestly, it made me feel like shit. Charles’ new bestie talking like that. And he was the only openly gay professor that I freaking had to look up to, and you hated him just because he was gay?—”

“Whoa, hang on a second!”

Despite my desire to hold Jonas all night long, I was suddenly sitting up, looking down at his shape in the dark.

“That’s not true,” I argued. “It wasn’t just because he was gay.”

“I heard you.”

“Yeah. I did say all those things,” I admitted. “But it was because…”

I swallowed down the anger that resurfaced at the memory.

“Jonas, he very clearly suggested that I–” I felt my cheeks burning from embarrassment or anger, or probably both. “He wanted me to do something for him to raise my grade.”

There was a very long silence filled with tension. I was pretty sure Jonas wasn’t breathing. I knew I wasn’t.

“What do you mean?” he finally asked.

I let out a breath and forced myself to lie back down at Jonas’ side, fixing my gaze on the dark ceiling.

“I mean, he told me I could use my mouth to convince him,” I forced out with a shudder, my voice lowering because it felt so weird to say. “He was sitting in his chair, and he asked me to come around the desk and he kind of spread his legs out and…” I sighed. “He left nothing to the imagination. Let’s just leave it at that.”

“But… he was never like that with me. I always thought he was so professional,” Jonas said weakly.

“You must have never been failing his class.”

He turned to face me in the dark, his hand finding my face and resting on my cheek.

“You have to tell the dean.”

I sighed tiredly.

“That’s what your brother said.”

“Because he’s smart, Peter. What if he does that to loads of students?”

I frowned.

“I don’t want to think about that.”

He let out a little noise that reminded me of a kitten’s growl.

“That asshole,” he muttered.

“I still shouldn’t have called him that. I know his being a pervert doesn’t have to do with his sexuality. I’m sorry you heard me say it. I never would normally. I was just lashing out, I guess, and had nothing else to use?—”

Jonas kissed me to shut me up.

It didn’t work.

“Does this mean that you finally like me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said firmly and kissed me again.

“And you forgive me for back then?”

“ Yes . Now be quiet and go to sleep.”

“Just sleep?” I asked, just to be sure.

“Mm hm. No offence, but you looked tired tonight. I’ve been keeping you up too much.”

He kissed me one more time, his lips soft and lingering, and then snuggled into my side, his arms tight around my waist.

“We always have tomorrow,” he whispered.

It was a simple statement, but it held so much more promise than anything I could ever remember being told.

Jonas wasn’t brushing me off anymore. He was expecting something, even if it was just one more day of us .

I couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would hold.