Page 6 of I’ll Walk With You
Bryson
A few weeks pass relatively quickly. Javi and I fall right into our new routine.
Walking each other to classes and eating together, holding hands or with my arm wrapped around his shoulders.
We’ve hung out in his dorm eating take out, studying, and talking about anything and everything, flirting.
It’s easy and comfortable. Natural. Right.
Demetrius joins us for lunch when he can, which is most of the time.
The three of us just fit seamlessly. On a few occasions, some of the guys from the hockey team joined us, and Tanesha as well after tutoring once or twice.
It’s nice to see Javi making another friend.
Aside from regular calls with his brother Joel, he really doesn’t socialize with anyone.
Javi and I text all the time, which is kind of wild since we're together every free moment. But I can’t help myself.
He’s magnetic, drawing me in, and I’m powerless to fight the feeling.
Yes, I’m attracted to him; I have been since the moment I laid eyes on him, but he’s more than that.
He’s fun to be around. He has a sassy, flirtatious nature that’s surprising at first, since he seems so quiet and withdrawn.
He’s smart as hell, too, acing his classes with ease.
Everything about him lights me up. It doesn’t hurt that he’s fine as fuck.
His glossy black-brown curls have featured in more than one dirty fantasy at this point.
They look so soft. I need to know what the strands feel like when I run my fingers through them.
Are they as silky as they seem? Will he groan or gasp when I grip his hair tight and fuck his mouth with my tongue. Or when he sucks my cock?
Fuck, I’m getting hard again.
It’s a regular occurrence at this point. At least Javi can’t see my erection. He’s sitting on the floor, his back braced against his bed, which I’m currently sprawled on, head resting on my arm. His scent fills my nose, and it might be my favorite thing ever. It’s sweet like caramel.
Smaller guys aren’t usually my type, but it doesn’t matter. Javi is my type.
And pretending to be his boyfriend is torture in the best possible way.
I feel like a teenager again. I’m being edged to death by all the casual touches.
I haven’t jerked off this much in years.
Volunteering to be Javi’s pretend boyfriend effectively cockblocked me.
No random hookups with other dudes when you have a “boyfriend.” Not like I’m interested in anyone else right now, anyway.
So far, Keith hasn’t been a problem. We’ve only seen him in passing a few times now, and he always looks like he’s pissed or constipated.
He’s kept his distance, but I’m antsy, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
We’re still almost two months out from the draft.
I’m confident Miller will be drafted; he’s a douche canoe, but a talented one, nonetheless.
It kills me to see Javi looking over his shoulder, a pinched expression on his face. He insists he’s okay, but the fear lingering in his eyes burns me up.
We have to try something new. And I have the perfect idea.
“We should go to the party at Greek Row.” My tone is conversational and cajoling. “You haven’t been there yet, and it’s practically guaranteed Miller will be there. He’s known for dropping in at all the houses. Like a king visiting his loving subjects.”
Javi tilts his head onto the bed, looking up and back at me, one eyebrow raised. “That sounds awful.”
I chuckle. “That’s fair. I know you like your peace and quiet, so it can be.
But we need to shake things up.” Cupping his shoulder, I jostle him playfully.
“C’mon, Angel. Let’s go have a few drinks and get a little handsy on the dancefloor.
” My eyebrows bob up and down, making him laugh, heat flaring in his eyes before he closes them.
“Ugh, why Bryce?” He tosses his head back and sprawls his arms out dramatically.
Laughter rumbles deep in my chest, shaking my shoulders. “C’mon, you know you want to.”
He side-eyes me, lips pursed, all sass. “Maybe.”
My smile grows, because I know I’ve won.
“Don’t gloat, Bryce, it’s not attractive.” He clambers off the floor and opens his closet.
Shifting from my belly to my side, I rest my head on my hand, watching him sort through his clothes, my eyes glued to his ass. “Stop lying, you find me very attractive.”
He scoffs. “You’re quite full of yourself.”
“You can be full of me, too, if you want, Angel. Just say the word.” My voice grows deeper, heat flooding my veins, cock plumping in my sweats. That. Ass. I want to bend him over and bury my face between his cheeks and eat his hole until he comes all over my fist.
Javi whirls around, clutching a shirt to his chest, a light flush on his cheeks. “Behave yourself!”
“That’s no fun.”
His eyes drop to the growing bulge at my crotch, and his breath hitches. “Bryce,” he breathes out.
“Angel,” I rasp, biting my lip. His heavy eyes on me have my cock twitching, hungry for attention.
“I’m just gonna go freshen up and change.” Tossing a thumb over his shoulder, he spins and rushes out of the room.
I groan and press the heel of my hand on my dick. My eyes roll back at the contact. Shit. Scaring him off won’t get us anywhere. It’s easy to tell he wants me, too, but he’s denying himself. I’ll just have to see if I can convince him otherwise.