Chapter 23

Kai

"This is Halloween, everybody make a scene," West sang as he pranced down the hallway.

"Are we sure he's not the gay one?" Brooks asked, eyeing him with a raised brow.

"Hm," I mused. "Sexuality is a spectrum. You never know."

West mock laughed at me. "I'd only go gay for you, baby."

"You don't go gay."

"Watch me."

He grabbed my throat and slammed me against the wall, getting close to my face.

"Want another kiss, Kai?"

My eyes flashed to Sen, whose lips were pursed. I punched West in the stomach, making his grip loosen enough for me to pry his hand free.

"Touchy," he muttered, rubbing his abdomen. "I'm just messing with you."

"Don't touch me like that," I told him, trying to be firm without coming off as rude.

Regardless, he looked a little offended. I needed to find some balance here and since I couldn't tell him why I was setting boundaries, I didn't know what to do.

"What are everyone's plans for tonight?" Sen asked, breaking the tense silence. I wanted to take his hand, but pushed mine into my pockets instead.

"Party," Brooks replied with a shrug.

We all looked at West. "Same, probably. Kai, are you going to this thing at Porter's frat?"

I shook my head. "I'm not partying tonight."

"What are you doing?"

"Might go to the carnival downtown. We'll see where the night takes us."

"Us?"

Briefly, I met Sen's eyes. "It's just a turn of phrase."

"Well, I firmly believe that you should come by. If he keeps pissing me off, he might get a fist to the face."

"West," I sighed. "Just don't go if that's gonna happen. You're gonna screw up your scholarship."

"Guess you're gonna have to make sure I'm good tonight."

"I told you I'm busy."

"Fine. Do your secret Halloween stuff."

I gave him a pointed look, which he returned with a taunting one. "Maybe I'll come by later. But I swear to god, if anything happens, I will knock you the fuck out and you know that I can."

"Alright, alright." He put his hands up in surrender, but he was grinning. "Have fun getting laid at the carnival."

Before I could decide if I was going to be the one throwing a punch today, he took off into the courtyard. Sometimes, I wondered if I hated him. It was a fine line.

Brooks laughed, then held his fist out to us. "Have fun tonight, you two."

"What?" Sen's eyes were wide with panic. "I'm staying in."

"Uh huh. Don't worry." He made a zipping motion across his lips. With a wink, he left the building.

Since the hallway was empty, I took Sen's hand. "It's okay. He won't say anything."

"I didn't want anybody to know."

He tried to pull his hand away, so I tightened my grip. After a quick glance around, I backed him up to the wall.

"Being a secret is fine for now, but I'm starting to think you're ashamed of me."

His eyes softened. When he reached up to brush away the hair on my forehead, I leaned into his touch.

"It's impossible to be ashamed of you," he said. "You're everyone's dream."

Taking his wrist, I turned my head and bit down on his fingers. "You're being generous, but I'll take it. Tell me the first man you were attracted to."

It was clear the question made him uncomfortable. I ran my hands up to his neck, then back down his arms as I waited.

"Aragorn."

Immediately, I put a hand over my mouth to cover my laughter. "Aragorn was pretty hot."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I just thought you'd say Brad Pitt or Ryan Gosling."

"That's cause you like blondes."

"Yeah, well, luckily for you, that's true."

Pressing my chest against his, I dipped my head. He was only a couple of inches shorter than me, which made it too tempting to kiss him whenever he was close. I cupped the side of his neck, tracing his trachea with my thumb. For a second, I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to push my dick into his throat.

I pulled back and blew out a breath. "Let's get ready. Traffic is gonna suck."

*****

"Hold on," I said, pulling Sen to a stop.

The mask was hard to get used to, but I kind of liked the mystery. His eyes weren't visible enough, but I could see the way his lips curved. It had happened a lot tonight. It seemed like he felt more comfortable since his identity was hidden, which was encouraging.

I tore off a piece of cotton candy and held it up. He stuck his tongue out, allowing me to set it there. Before he could do anything else, I leaned forward and sucked the sweetness off of it. His thumb curled over my waistband to tug me closer.

"Mm. You taste fucking good."

"You're killing me," he groaned.

"Do you mind?"

"Maybe it's tolerable."

I grinned while I added a chunk of cotton candy to my mouth. He licked his lips and I knew that if we didn't find some sort of activity, I'd drag him back to the dorm for the rest of the night.

This was a date. I wanted to actually finish it.

It may have been a mistake to tell him to wear my jersey with his mask. I felt a little obsessive with how often I looked at him in it. There was an image in my mind of him watching me at a game while wearing my number. It made something flutter in my stomach, especially when I imagined him dressed in only the jersey afterward.

Even though I was exercising a lot of restraint, I was still a nineteen-year-old man with a libido to match. Me and Sen kissed more often since I gave him head a week ago and I'd done it a couple more times. I just found myself unable to keep my hands off of him any time we were somewhere that it was allowed. And right now, all I wanted was to get back to one of our rooms and put my hands all over him.

"Stop looking at me like that," he mumbled.

"Like what, baby?"

His fingers threaded through mine before he led me down an aisle. "Like you're undressing me with your eyes."

"I kind of was."

"You could just do it in real life."

"Oh, is that an option?"

"Maybe."

There was a lingering smile on my lips as he led us into a haunted house. Some screams carried from further inside, which always made me laugh.

"I used to drag West into these every year," I said. "He'd scream just like that."

"He gets freaked out?"

"He hates jump scares. I have to make sure he doesn't accidentally hit anyone, but it's so funny."

"Okay, we're bringing him next year," he laughed.

I glanced at him inconspicuously, noting the way he rolled his lips like he did when he was uncomfortable. If I told him it was adorable that he'd said that, he'd bolt for sure.

Releasing his hand, I put an arm over his shoulder and pulled him against my side. As we walked, I made circles on his arm with my index finger. It didn't take long for him to relax into me.

We approached one of the inflatable tunnels that squeezed you on both sides. I didn't know why, but they were one of my favorite parts and I was glad this one had it.

"Don't get stuck," I teased before I let him go and headed through. The pressure around me got more intense in the middle, then eased off when I saw the other side. Once I was through, I turned around to wait for Sen.

After a moment, my brow tightened. It was too dark to see much, so I couldn't tell if he was close or not. I suddenly worried that he was claustrophobic or something. If he hadn't expected that part, he might be freaking out.

"Sen," I called.

Finally, his head appeared. I let out a breath and had to resist the urge to pull him into me. He wasn't in any danger, but I'd been imagining the worst.

"What happened?" I demanded.

"I was giving myself a pep talk."

"For?"

The corner of his mouth pulled into a smirk that looked devilish with his mask on. "I want to try something. And since you love haunted houses…"

Putting a hand on my chest, he pushed me back. There was a black curtain that covered the machine for the inflatable. He tucked us behind it as much as he could, then dropped his lips to my neck. My eyes closed as he dragged his teeth across my skin.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Making memories. That's what college is about."

He dropped to his knees, making my stomach lurch.

"Sen…"

"Don't make me overthink it. Please."

I let him unbutton my jeans. My hips moved forward, readily betraying how much I wanted this. When he grasped my dick, he sucked in a breath. I kept my eyes on him, trying to gauge where his head was at.

He pulled his mask off and leaned forward to kiss my pelvic bone. I gently pushed my fingers through his hair as he continued to make a path to the other side. When he pulled back, he stroked my dick with his hand while he stared at it.

Moving my fingers to his jaw, I gripped it and tilted his face up. "Only what you want, baby."

He took my hand away from his face and kissed my palm. Why was that so hot? Didn't matter. All I knew was that I loved it.

"Sen, if-"

"For once, will you shut the fuck up?"

His lips wrapped around the tip of my dick, effectively shutting me up like he wanted. I returned my hand to his head, pursing my lips so that I wouldn't alert any unwitting house guests. If we got interrupted, I might literally die.

I could feel his hand trembling, but he continued to stroke me slowly while he got a feel for me in his mouth. He licked up my length between his fingers and thumb, leaving a warm trail that quickly began to cool when he moved on. His tongue circled underneath my head, then slid over the slit at the tip.

I dare say he'd been paying attention. He moved a little awkwardly, but it was clear that he'd thought about this.

He took me in his mouth, then drew in a breath before he began to sink down further.

"God," I gasped.

Biting down on my lip, I stared at him while he worked me into him. When he was halfway, he pulled back, using his hand as he went. He continued taking a little more of me every time he bobbed his head.

"You're doing amazing," I murmured.

At the same moment that he managed to take me down to the base, I heard giggling. My heart raced from the sensation of his mouth on me and the thrill of where we were doing this. We were behind the curtain enough unless they looked too long. Thankfully, they passed us, absorbed in conversation.

Sen gagged, the constriction making me groan. He pulled back to the tip and took a few deep breaths. I ran my fingers through his hair, which relaxed him. When he dove back in, he seemed more confident and moved back and forth with less trouble. My knees felt weak, so I leaned more of my weight against the wall.

"Sen, baby. Just like that. You're gonna make me cum."

He picked up his pace, taking me so deep with every downward movement that I felt my dick nudging into his throat. I leaned down a little and slid my hand around to below his jaw. Shifting my hips forward, I pushed in even more. His eyes watered, but he kept his gaze on me. Trusting me. After I ran my thumb over the slight bulge in his throat, I eased back.

It only took two more strokes for my abs to tense and my balls to tighten. I gripped the strands of his hair, holding him in place while I emptied myself onto his tongue. I didn't want to cum down his throat. I wanted him to feel every drop, to learn my taste the way I'd learned his.

I gasped when it was over and it took me a solid minute to catch my breath. Pulling him to his feet, I turned us around so that he was against the wall. My mouth collided with his and when I swept my tongue over his, I tasted myself. A growl rose in my throat as a fierce possessiveness began to take hold.

Yeah, I was falling for this man and it wasn't about the blow job or the way I wanted to claim his virgin-ish body. I wanted to know everything about him, learn his likes and dislikes, carry all of his pain for him, and get rid of anyone who had malicious intent.

"You're mine," I declared against his lips. "And I'm yours. Any objections?"

"No," he breathed.

"Good because I'm fucking attached to you, Seneca Taylor, and it's entirely your fault."