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CHAPTER FOUR

Levi

You’re insane!!!

I giggle as I roll around my bed, pressing my phone against my flushed cheeks. I can’t believe I’m texting Asher. Ever since two nights ago when Mav sent the first text, Asher and I have been texting nonstop. We haven’t shared anything serious—just stupid, silly things—but I’m still starstruck that he’s even bothering to reply.

“What is it now?” Mav asks as he carefully constructs my Lego spaceship, the same spaceship I’ve been neglecting in favor of texting. “Are you going to help?”

“He thinks that The Reckoning II is better than the original,” I tell him, ignoring his question, and still laughing as I reread the text messages. “I told him he was insane.”

Mav pinches his brows and wrinkles his lips in disgust. “That is insane. Doesn’t he realize that the production value grossly decreased after they changed graphic designers?”

“At least he likes video games.”

“Doesn’t pardon his bad taste.”

I throw my pillow at his head and he yelps when it almost hits his half-finished spaceship. “He does not have bad taste.”

“He probably only likes it because there’s more blood.” He shakes his head and clicks his tongue. “So easily swayed. When are you two going on that date?”

I bite at my bottom lip. Ash and I haven’t really talked about that yet. Like I said, it’s mainly been pointless texts about our days and him giving me his football stats that I can’t even come close to understanding.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I think the season is taking up all his time. But he still texts me everyday.”

“ Two days.”

“Shut up.”

My phone pings.

Ash

Send me a pic?

I furrow my brows. “He wants a picture of me.”

“He what?” Mav asks, eyes widening. “Like a sex picture?”

“Do you think that’s what he means?” I question, playing with the band of my watch, my heart starting to race. “I…I don’t know how to take a sex picture.”

“I think they call them nudes.”

“Then I don’t think I can take a nude.”

Another ping.

Ash

Haha I just realized what that sounded like. Just of whatever you’re doing. I want to see your cute face :)

“Oh, okay. He just wants a regular picture,” I say with a sigh of relief. I am nowhere near ready to showcase my skinny body to him. Asher is human perfection—tall, broad, built—and I’m string cheese. Not even mozzarella. I’m like provolone.

I hop off my bed and plop myself on the floor next to Mav. Before he knows it, I’m snapping a picture of us—me smiling and Mav looking confused—and sending it to Asher Rashford.

“Why am I in it?” Mav asks, looking a bit annoyed as he peeks over my shoulder at my phone. “He asked for a picture of you.”

“Well, he asked to see what I was doing, and I’m hanging out with you,” I reply with a shrug. I look as the three dots appear and disappear.

Ash

Who’s that?

That’s Mav. He’s my best friend. We’re building a spaceship.

It takes me two seconds to hear just how dorky that sounds, but I feel better when I see his reply.

Ash

Oh, cool!

“He thinks we’re cool,” I say, proudly displaying the text messages. “Do you think he likes Legos?”

Mav snorts. “I think he likes getting tackled and rubbing rocks together.”

“Don’t be mean,” I pout. “What’s gotten into you?”

Since I started texting Asher, Mav’s been acting all squirrely. Sometimes Mav will be dismissive of him and other times he’ll be plain cruel, suggesting all sorts of rude things about him.

Mav grits his teeth and turns to me, something akin to fury in his eyes. “What if he actually wanted nudes? Would you have sent them?”

“I…” I trail off because I don’t know. I’m not entirely comfortable with the idea, but this is Asher Rashford we’re talking about. If he wants to see it then… “Maybe?”

“You shouldn’t be letting him pressure you into things.”

“I’m not!” I argue, throwing my hands up in the air. “Maybe this is what people do nowadays? They send sexual pictures to people they like.”

“What would you do if he sent you one?”

I blush. I’ve never actually seen another penis. I don’t even watch porn, almost embarrassed and slightly paranoid to look it up. “It would be my first.”

“You’re not ready for that, Levi,” Mav says, but it sounds like there’s condescension in his voice, and I don’t like it.

“I can be ready for it!” I yell and, to prove my point— “Let me see your penis.”

Mav chokes on the water he was drinking. He whips his head at me and gasps. “What did you just ask me?”

“Take it out,” I demand, planting my hands on my hips. “I’m ready to see one. I’ll prove it.”

“I’m not going to show you my penis.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s weird?”

“But we’re best friends.”

“If I show you my penis, will you drop this?” he asks, and when I nod enthusiastically, he rolls his eyes and curses. “Fine.”

My heart starts to race as Mav stands up. This is actually happening. I’m going to see a penis that isn’t mine. A dick . Maybe I should start calling it that. I feel a jolt of excitement as he starts pulling down his pants. When they’re around his ankles, he hooks his thumbs into his tighty-whities but hesitates.

“Come on,” I whine. “You said you’d show me.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he mumbles under his breath. With a deep sigh, he drops his underwear.

Okay. He was right. It’s weird.

“You’re not hard,” I point out, eyes locked on his dick as he sits back down. “Why aren’t you hard?”

“Because I’m not turned on?” he questions right back. His freckled cheeks are flaming, and he looks like he doesn’t know where to put his hands. “Stop staring at my dick.”

“Get turned on,” I command.

He rolls his eyes. “It’s not that easy.”

Really? We’re twenty-year-old virgins. He should get turned on by the wind. I push that thought aside. He’s probably just feeling a bit awkward and unsure. I mean, I did ask him out of the blue to see his penis—correction: dick—so he’s probably a little nervous.

“Can I get it hard?” I ask tentatively, peeking up at him through my lashes. I see his dick twitch, and it seems like Mini-Mav likes the idea. “Would you be okay with that?”

“Um…” He quickly covers his dick and shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?” I ask, confused until it hits me. “Wait. Do you not find me sexy?”

He chokes out an awkward laugh and shakes his head. “What does that have to do with it?”

“If you found me sexy, you’d be hard,” I reason, scooting closer to him. “I can be sexy.”

Well, I think I can be sexy. It can’t be that hard, right? A sudden hit of panic strikes me. If Mav doesn’t find me sexually appealing, maybe Asher won’t either. I start to actually panic, my breath coming out in short bursts. Mav notices and shoots his hands out, grounding me to him as he rubs up and down my arms.

“Hey, you’re sexy,” he says quickly. “I didn’t mean you weren’t?—”

“B-But what i-if he doesn’t thi-think so?”

“Don’t say that,” he whispers. He gulps and takes my hand in his. “We can practice, right? Do you want to practice?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Do you want to get me hard?”

I nod shakily. He guides my hand to his crotch and when I brush my fingers against his soft dick, I let out a deep breath. I make a loose grip with my hand and stroke him gently, distracting myself with the feel of silky smooth skin under my fingertips. It feels really nice. His dick gets half-hard and he starts letting out little pants, triumph coursing through me at the sound.

“Is…is this working?” I ask softly, already feeling my panic starting to fade. “You’re still not fully hard.”

“It feels good, Levi,” he says, jaw clenched and breath hitching when I brush my fingers against his balls. “Just keep going?”

I nod and continue. After a few more seconds of touching and exploring him, his dick starts to plump up. I think to myself what someone would do in this situation. “Can I kiss you?”

“Levi…” He shakes his head, but there’s something in his eyes I can’t read. Maybe he doesn’t want to kiss me. Maybe he’s just humoring me because I fully freaked out on him.

“I’m sorry,” I stutter out, taking my hand back. “I’m not very good at this.”

His green eyes soften. “That’s not true. You can…you can kiss me again.”

“You don’t mean that,” I say back, scooting away from him. “I’m being weird and pressuring you to do stuff. Ugh, I’m terrible. I?—”

But I don’t get to finish my sentence because a pair of warm lips settle on mine. I’m taken aback for just a second until my body melts into him. Almost as if completely natural, I deepen the kiss. I hesitantly stroke my tongue against his, and I must have done something right because he groans into my mouth.

The position is a little uncomfortable. We’re both hunched over and craning our necks to reach each other, so I do the only thing that comes to mind. I crawl onto his bare lap, wrapping my legs around his waist.

His breath hitches, but his hands fly to my back. “What are… what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to be sexy,” I murmur, nipping at his bottom lip. “Is it working?”

“Yeah, Levi,” he whispers, taking one of my hands and guiding it down to his dick. “It’s working.”

I gasp as I feel him under my touch. He’s hard as a rock. Because of me . With a confidence I didn’t know I had, I dive right back in. I capture his lips with mine, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as I stroke him. I pull back to peek down and shudder. “You’re so big, Mav.”

“You can’t say stuff like that when you’re doing this,” he grunts, shutting his eyes tightly when I make a fist around him again. “You just can’t.”

“Why not?” I pout.

“Because I’ll come if you do.”

My heart races and I lick my lips. “So, come.”

His eyes snap open. “What did you just say?”

“Come, Mav,” I whisper, staring into his eyes as I flick my thumb against his leaking head. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

He looks like he wants to argue with me, but I can feel him pulsing in my hand. When I look down, his tip is angry and red, straining with the effort to stay under control. I glance back up at him and he must see something in my eyes because he nods. “Okay.”

“What do I do?”

“Just keep touching me,” he says, whimpering when I squeeze him. “And, um, pick up the pace a little bit.”

“Like this?” I start to move my hand faster. “Am I doing it right?”

“Y-Yes,” he breathes, moving his hands to my hips, tightening his grip. “Keep touching me like that.”

A thought strikes me. “Can I put you in my mouth?”

I’ve always been curious about giving head. The concept itself seems a bit uncomfortable and—looking at how big Mav is—a little scary. But I want to try. I realize quickly that I’m tired of being so inexperienced. I want to live . I want to try everything.

I’m already moving off Mav’s lap when his breath hitches. “Isn’t that a bit too far?”

“Only if we let it be,” I counter. This is Mav. I trust him with my life. Nothing could ever be weird or off-limits for us. He’s seen me at my worst and at my best. If there’s anyone I’d feel comfortable trying this with for the first time, it’s him. “Please?”

He hesitates again but finally nods.

“Will you tell me if I’m doing it wrong?”

He lets out a pained chuckle. “I don’t think you can do it wrong.”

“What if I bite off your dick?”

“Um, don’t bite off my dick?”

Sure, as if it’s that easy. With sweaty palms and a fluttering heart, I lean down and tentatively flick my tongue against his tip. His precum is a bit salty but not unpleasant. I lick all over him, getting used to his taste—musky but almost sweet—before I suck on his head. I look up at him and find his stare burning into me. His jaw is hanging open and he seems mesmerized.

“Good?”

“Really good. Why don’t you see how much you can take?”

I’m a bit nervous as I open my mouth as wide as I possibly can and slide down his dick. When it hits the back of my throat, I gag. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize,” he says quickly, palming the back of my head. “That was so sexy, baby.”

I snort and raise my brows at him. “Baby?”

“It seemed right in the moment,” he says, eyes embarrassed and cheeks pink. “Should I not call you baby?”

After thinking about it for a moment, I shake my head. “I think dirty talk is appropriate in a situation like this. Say some more.”

“Um, okay.” He swallows and searches for words. “You looked so good choking on my dick?”

I laugh at that, pressing a kiss to the underside of said dick. “I think you need to sound more confident for it to work.”

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes and laces his fingers through my hair. “Choke on my dick, baby.”

Shit. I immediately get hard. Mav’s not really the assertive type, but the sound of his deep voice commanding me to get him off makes my stomach flutter. Before I know it, I’m taking him back into my mouth and shoving him down my throat. I gag around him, spit pooling around the corners of my mouth, but Mav’s pleasure-filled groan makes it okay.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts. He pets the back of my head as he looks down at me. “Can I move?”

I nod around his dick and relax my throat as he starts gently thrusting. With every moan and every twitch of his hips, something builds deep in my gut. Mav spews out more dirty words that make my dick jerk, and I don’t want this to end.

It’s official. I really like sucking dick.

“Shit, Levi, I’m going to come.”

I pull back and cock my head to the side. “You could come in my mouth, right? That’s what people do.”

He shakes his head. “Not if you don’t want me to.”

“No, I do,” I say quickly. “Um, come in my mouth, please?”

Mav chuckles, but it turns into another long drawn-out sound of ecstasy as I suck him. “Keep going, baby. I’m so close.”

I double down on my effort, tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. And when I finally taste him, it’s weird at first. I don’t think I really care for it until it hits the back of my throat, and I realize why I actually do like it. It’s not because of the taste—cum is actually a bit gross if you think about it for too long—but because of the sense of accomplishment I get.

I made Mav feel good. Really good and that thought alone has me coming in my pants.

When I pull back, Mav looks like a brand-new person. It’s similar to the way he looked when we first kissed, and I wonder if he’s just as awestruck at our sexual exploration as I am. He brings his thumb up and wipes away some cum from the corner of my mouth. Almost hesitantly, he places it between my lips, and I flick my tongue out without a second thought.

“Suck.”

I suck on his thumb, closing my eyes and humming around him because damn this is nice. “Did I do good, Mavy?”

“Really good. You did so well,” he praises, brushing his fingers against my cheek. When he glances down at my sweats, his eyes widen and he curses. “Did you come, baby?”

I nod, a tad bit embarrassed. “Um, yeah.”

“Come here,” he says, helping me up. I’m a bit lightheaded, and it doesn’t help that he kisses me breathlessly. “Do you like it when I call you baby?”

“It makes me feel special,” I admit against his lips. “I think I like dirty talk.”

“Me too,” he chuckles.

“Do you think Asher will talk dirty to me?” I ask, wondering if it would feel the same if he did it. I’ve always thought it was cringy, but it was nice with Mav, so maybe I was just being close-minded. Or maybe…

Mav snaps his head back. He opens and closes his mouth awkwardly and nods. “Um, yeah. Probably. You suck dick really well.”

“Thanks, Mavy,” I say, still feeling like I’m floating on air. “I’m tired.”

“Here, let’s get you changed first, okay?”

I nod dumbly and let him get me up on unsteady feet after he adjusts his clothes. He then carefully slides off my pants, and I can’t be bothered to feel mortified that he’s looking at my dick when he takes off my sticky underwear. He goes to my drawer while I laze around and brings back a pair of clean briefs. He puts them on me and then kisses my forehead. “Get in bed and go to sleep, Levi.”

I crawl under the sheets but then remember something. “Wait, my phone.”

“Right,” Mav says, his voice a bit short as he retrieves it from the floor and hands it to me. “Here you go. Good night, b—Levi.”

“Good night,” I call back, watching as he leaves my room. My eyelids feel heavy as I fight back sleep so I can check my phone.

Ash

Good night, cutie :)

Yeah, it is a good night.