10. Lucas

LUCAS

Dinner goes well, and our conversation stays casual and normal. But as the moments pass, I'm starting to realize how badly I fucked up.

I might have fucked everything up.

Maybe he didn't notice. Fuck that, he definitely noticed. And he didn't say anything, or stop me, he just… fuck. There has to be a simple explanation for what happened, and if I knew more about biology, I'd probably know what that explanation was.

I mean, who cares if we're both guys?

We shared an intimate moment with each other, sort of, and we were both hard, so we took care of it. There wasn't anything weird about it. Well, any more weird than just about everything else we were doing. We're friends and roommates and…we have needs. Besides, well, shit.

I dry humped my best friend until I came in my pants after I drank milk from his nipples. What the actual hell is wrong with me?

But since Hunter didn't seem to mind, and he isn't acting like he hates me, maybe we can just move on and forget about what happened at the end.

Although, I don't want to forget about it. I want to do it again.

In fact, I want to do a lot more than that.

I've been with girls before, but it was nothing like what I did with Hunter.

Before, it was about me making them feel good. I felt good too, but they were my main priority, at least in the moment.

With Hunter, something just took over. My dick rubbed against his thigh, and it felt so fucking good. I just needed to feel it one more time. Except, once I'd started, there was no way I could stop.

Then Hunter said my name and squeezed my ass, and the next thing I knew, I was coming and he was coming. Fuck, I felt like I was high.

Now I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I want to feel that again, but that's not something I can just ask for. At least, I don't think it is.

I'm not sure what creative ways he's planning on using to keep me motivated in my studies, but just thinking about it makes me want to get back on top of him. Dammit, I'm hard again.

"We're gonna look at all your classes and put all your due dates on a calendar so I can make sure you're staying on top of everything. No more slacking off." Hunter's eyes zero in on me as he goes over his master plan on how to get my grades up.

Between devouring these fucking tacos and trying to get my dick to settle down, I hardly catch much of what he's saying. I'm definitely not gonna turn into some star student overnight, but hey, my guy seems eager to try, so who am I to stop him?

When we finish eating, Hunter legit takes out a freaking calendar and sets it in front of me. Or rather, he sets down a stack of blank calendars with empty boxes for all the days and a little to-do list on the side. Is this how he stays on top of his own work? This seems like more work than my actual work.

Hunter puts my laptop on the table and sits down next to me. "You're not leaving this table until all your assignments are written out on that calendar."

I roll my eyes at him and scoff a little. Though, despite my obvious annoyance and irritation, I still go ahead and write down every single fucking assignment for the rest of the semester. This task in itself should earn me a reward.

The next morning, both of us have class, but nothing too early.

We can usually eat a quick breakfast together if I decide not to wake up early and go for a run. After my amazing test score, I've earned the right to sleep in a little bit, and I'm so fucking glad I did.

Standing next to my bed, I pull my hoodie over my head and hear Hunter cursing to himself.

When I glance over at him, he's pressing his hand against his chest. His shirt is around his neck like he was just about to pull it on, but his leaking nipples got in the way of that.

What kind of friend would I be if I didn't offer to help him out?

It seemed to work really well yesterday. I'm not sure how often Hunter usually leaks, but it didn't seem to be a problem for the rest of the day after I emptied him.

"You, um, need some help?" My words come out quieter than I expect them to, but the way Hunter turns toward me confirms he heard me anyway.

His face tells me absolutely nothing about how he feels about what I just asked him. But, then again, his silence tells me everything.

Shit. I definitely shouldn't have asked.

It seems like he was expecting that to be a one-time thing. Obviously, when he said "creative ways" of incentivizing me, he meant ways that didn't involve sucking his fucking nips like?—

"Are you sure?"

My brain stops rattling when it registers what Hunter said. Instead of my mind going crazy, my heart decides to take over that job and starts pounding in my chest. "Yeah."

"You don't have to do that, Luke. I know you really wanted to help me out yesterday, but don't feel like you have to?—"

"I want to!"

Hunter's eyes go wide for a moment, and I'm pretty sure mine match his.

I didn't mean to sound so…enthusiastic. Or desperate. Or like I enjoyed yesterday way more than I should have. And even though I did enjoy it a whole helluva lot, a big part of me still just wants to help him out in any way I can. If emptying him out before class makes the rest of his day easier, then I'll do it every single day if he lets me.

Hunter nods slowly and moves onto his bed, his gaze holding mine the entire time. "Alright. C'mere, then."

My body moves faster than I expect it to, and it catches us both off guard when I end up on top of him before either of us can blink. The position we're in is different from the way we did it yesterday, but it doesn't matter. I wiggle down his torso and suck his nipple into my mouth.

It doesn't take nearly as long for me to find a good latch this time, and once I do, I can't stop myself from moaning at the taste.

"Shit, Luke," Hunter mutters as his fingers find their way into my hair. "You do that so good."

My entire being warms at his words, and I'm helpless to do anything but squirm and keep sucking. I'm hard again, and I can feel his own bulge pressing against my stomach.

Is this going to go like yesterday? Is getting off supposed to be part of it? On the website I looked at, it talked about how some people included a sexual aspect to suckling, but I don't think that part is required.

Unless we want it to be.

It doesn't take me long to empty the first side, and today, I don't feel the need to ask before I switch to the other one.

Hunter hisses and grips my hair tighter, making me think I wasn't supposed to switch sides without asking.

I pause for a moment, not having the chance to properly latch on, so his milk isn't really flowing yet. It's just dripping onto my tongue, making it almost impossible for me to keep still as I look up at him.

"You can keep going, baby. I just… I needed a second." Hunter's grip eases up on my hair and he shifts underneath me.

I don't know how many times he's called me baby since we started this yesterday, but my dick jumps every time.

Fuck, I'm so hard.

Once his milk starts flowing into my mouth, my head feels a little hazy and my hips start moving on their own. My dick rubs against Hunter's leg, and I think I've started to fucking whine against him. I can't tell for sure with his nipple in my mouth, but as my hips start moving faster, I really don't care what sounds I'm making.

It feels like there's nothing else in the world.

Just Hunter's sweet milk on my tongue and my body humping against his. My eyes are closed so the whole world is dark. In this moment, I can only feel…and it all feels so fucking good.

Hunter's hands land on my shoulder and give it a rough squeeze, practically guiding my body over his.

Fuck. It's like he's showing me how to get off on him.

And I want to. God, I need to come so fucking bad.

"Drinking my milk turns you on that much? You're such a fucking slut for it, aren't you?" Hunter's deep voice sends me toppling over the edge, and I don't know what sounds might've come out of my mouth if I wasn't still latched on to his nipple.

I ride out my orgasm for a long moment before my body droops on top of his. I really hope I'm not crushing him. Suddenly, one of his fingers slips into the side of my mouth and breaks my latch.

This time, I definitely hear myself whine as Hunter moves my mouth off him. My eyes finally open, adjusting to the light as I look up at him. He's smiling at me, and I can't help but try to offer a smile of my own in return.

"If you want…" Hunter speaks slowly, threading his fingers through my hair. "You can empty me every morning. How's that sound?"

My eyes go wide at the offer, and I eye him as carefully as I can to make sure he's not fucking with me. My head is still kind of murky, but he seems sincere. Slowly, I nod my head, keeping my eyes on his. "I would like that a lot, actually."