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T o say I’m feeling desperate for Quinn come Tuesday afternoon is a bit of an understatement. Now that I know exactly what I’ve been missing out on I am a little desperate to make up for lost time.

School has dragged like anything today, though it hasn’t been all bad. Quinn sat with me and my friends during lunch today and I like our new arrangement. I could tell that Quinn wasn’t entirely comfortable around my group but a few of the guys like Kye and Marco made an obvious effort to make him feel welcome and I really appreciate that.

Besides, Trey is always there at my shoulder, ready to give anybody the stink eye if they dare look at me in a way he deems unacceptable. I have the best cousin in the universe.

I also have the best boyfriend in the universe, and I am not at all disappointed to discover we have the house to ourselves when we arrive there after school on Tuesday. Quinn is carrying my bag the way he likes to do, and he sets it on the desk before he turns to face me, that half smile on his face that makes my insides melt.

“So,” he drawls, eyes trailing down my body, setting me on fire.

“So,” I repeat.

“Did you want to work on your maths assignment together?” he poses innocently, head cocked to the side.

“No, Quinn,” I reply, taking an artful step towards him. “I do not want to work on my maths assignment.” I close the gap between us and run my hand down his school tie, tugging on the end. I am rewarded when Quinn falls right into my space.

“What is it you have in mind then, JT?” he asks, blue eyes darkening as his gaze dips to my mouth.

“Easy. I want to fuck again,” I tell him, inwardly smirking when Quinn’s eyebrows lift off his face. I’m sure he didn’t expect me to just come right out and say it.

“That can certainly be arranged,” he replies, pressing up to me while his hand trails down my school tie. He wraps it around his fist. “Have a shower with me first?”

“How can I possibly say no to that kind invitation?” I grin, stumbling only slightly when he tugs on my tie and his lips meet mine. He kisses me while his hands move up to loosen my tie, breaking the kiss to pull it over my head. He goes straight for my shirt buttons next while I try to keep my head and unbutton his shirt far less methodically or successfully as him.

We pull back as he parts the two halves of my shirt while we laugh at the mess I have made of his, but it hardly matters. Quinn backs me into the ensuite, pushing me up against the vanity as he easily slides my pants and boxers down my legs. I don’t know how he is always so classy and sexy at times like this while I am just a bit of a mess but the way Quinn is looking at me tells me he doesn’t mind.

The end result is the same anyway when we’re both finally naked and Quinn is pushing me under the hot water in the shower. He is right there with me, his skin slick as his tongue plunders my mouth and he sets me on fire.

Quinn produces a bottle of lube from nowhere and uses it to slick up his fingers before pressing one inside me. I’m not prepared for the invasion, but I will myself to relax as Quinn starts sliding in and out of me. I’m quickly reminded how much I love this as his touch shoots me to the stars.

“Holy hell, Quinn” I groan, dropping my head to his shoulder.

“I can’t wait to be in here,” he tells me, making me whimper again.

“Fuck me, Quinn,” I pant. “I need you.”

“I will. Not in here though,” Quinn replies, shutting down the water. He throws a towel at me and we both hurry to dry off, discarding the towels on the floor before we are back on each other, needing as much of our bodies in contact as possible, still slick and wet.

We end up on Quinn’s bed, my boyfriend hovering above me looking like all my dreams come to life. He toys with me a little longer, kissing down my body, sucking my nipples until I am gasping. Who knew I would be so sensitive there? He just smiles at me, that smile I love so very much as he leans down to kiss me just before he presses inside me.

The sting of pain comes for me briefly, but Quinn is so patient with me, just like our first time. “You alright?” he asks, gaze full of love as his fingers trail up my thigh.

“I’m good, Quinn.”

It doesn’t take long for the burn to subside, and I am left with nothing but the purest and sweetest pleasure as my boyfriend starts to move in me and shows me how good we are together.

I am certain I will never, ever get enough of being with Quinn like this, of the feeling of his body on mine and him deep inside me. I feel like I was made for him, that he was made to fit me just like this. He seems to know exactly what I need and how to give it to me too. It’s not long before he finds that magic spot inside me — the one that all too quickly has me shooting to the moon like an exploding rocket, him not too far behind him.

Afterwards we lay side by side, both of us breathing in air to reinflate our lungs. That was just as good as our first time, better even if that’s remotely possible as I try to piece back the parts of me that he shattered all over the bed.

“You alright?” he asks again, gaze travelling down my body.

“What’s the word for being so completely great there’s no earthly meaning for it?” I murmur, realising my brain is still a little hijacked to bliss.

Quinn huffs out a laugh as he presses kisses along my neck. “I don’t know but I’m right there with you, baby. Jethro .”

I love the way he says my name. I have never liked that word coming out of anyone else’s mouth in my entire life but when Quinn says it, I literally go weak at the knees.

“We need to do that again. Immediately,” I add, turning my head to face him.

“I would love to oblige, JT, but I’m almost certain my mum will be home any minute.”

“Dammit. Why is finding time to have sex so hard?” I groan.

“Because we’re both still teenagers at high school who live at home with our parents?” Quinn snorts. I finally hear his words, and I start laughing too.

“Too much truth in that.”

“Don’t forget we have all of Friday night together. No basketball games until next season starts.”

“So what I’m hearing from you is we can have sex all night on Friday night?” I perk up.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he grins back.

“But that’s like three days away. What am I supposed to do until then?”

“I think you’ll just have to deal with it like I’ve had to do with you for the past few months,” he chuffs.

“Okay, I guess that’s kind of fair. Except for how you never told me how good sex would be. And you were all aboard the slow down train, so this is kind of your fault.”

“Guilty. But I wouldn’t change it, JT,” he replies, serious eyes on me. “I wouldn’t change a thing about the past few months. I love that love came for us before sex. Everything is perfect. You’re perfect.”

“And you’re perfectly right as usual,” I concede, smiling as he leans over and pecks a kiss on my lips. “I do have a question though. It’s probably a really dumb one.”

“No question is dumb, JT.”

This one is. I already know that, but I guess I’m confused, and I have nobody else I can ask these questions. I mean, maybe Trey but I feel weird talking to him about this when he’s only had sex with girls. So, I just grit my teeth and ask.

“Why do we need to use condoms? I mean, we’re both guys. It’s not like you can get me pregnant.”

I see the amusement flitter across his face before it’s replaced with a gentle understanding, and I know he’s not going to make me feel stupid. “Condoms aren’t just for pregnancies. They help protect against STIs.”

“Like HIV?”

“Yeah, like HIV. Plus a whole heap of other lesser known but nasty infections.”

“Oh right. That makes sense,” I mull. “Have you ever had sex without a condom?”

He hesitates before answering. “Yeah, when I was in a committed relationship.”

“Like with Devon?”

Quinn hesitates again. “Yeah, with Devon.” We’re both silent for a moment and I don’t like where my mind has just taken me. “But maybe next time the mobile sexual health van comes to school I’ll go get a test just to be safe.”

“Yeah, okay,” I agree though that was not where my mind had gone. “And if you do that … would that mean we could have sex without condoms?”

Quinn is saved from answering when we hear the key turn in the lock downstairs, and he sends me a wry smile.

“Are you glad you listened to me now?”

“Maybe. Doesn’t it suck always being right though?”

“Not really, no,” Quinn smirks. “Let’s finish that conversation another time, yeah? Feel free to jump in the shower again if you want,” he adds as he rolls off the bed.

I watch his perfect naked ass retreat from me as he walks into the bathroom but the footsteps on the stairs prompt me to follow behind him.

Quinn may be right about the pace our relationship has gone at, but I’ve tasted every part of him now and all it’s done is unlock so much desire and insatiable need in me. Once is never going to be enough and I’m already counting down the minutes until I can get Quinn naked and inside me again.