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“You don’t have to. I wanted to make you come. I’m happy.”

“You’re amazing.” He undoes my jeans.

I keep kissing him as he frees my cock. He reaches into a basket on the shelf beside his bed and retrieves a half-empty bottle of lube. He squeezes some onto his hand and then strokes my cock. His grip is loose at first, but the more we kiss, the more he relaxes and the tighter his hand becomes . Soon I’m panting into his mouth as his hand works up and down my length at a frantic pace. It takes me longer to come than him, but not much, because I’m hot for him. I grunt and groan as my cock jerks and my load spills over his hand.

“That was wonderful. Thank you.” I can’t get enough of kissing him.

“Really?”

“Yes. Perfect. You’re perfect.”

He grabs some tissues from the same basket and mops up my cum. Then we lie in each other’s arms, flaccid cocks lolling out of our underwear as we trade lazy kisses.

Without warning, a giggle bursts out of him.

“What?”

“I’ve just had my first blow job. And I’ve given a guy a handjob for the first time.” Another giggle, light and bubbly, breaks free of his lips. “Fucking hell, that was sexy. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

17

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“Hi.” Casey comes up behind me and hugs me as I leave my tutorial on Thursday afternoon.

“Hey, you.” I press my back against his chest, and he rests his chin on my shoulder. It’s a small gesture, but it makes me feel like we’ve stepped out of the friend zone into something more. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think you had anything this late.”

“I didn’t. I was waiting for you.”

I raise my eyebrows. “For me?”

Casey nods against my shoulder. “Do you want to do something?”

“Something? Like what?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe bowling, or we could see what’s on at the cinema. We could go out for food.”

“Like on a date?”

“Yes, exactly like that. Sorry I haven’t come armed with a plan. I’ve never gone on a date before.”

“I think there’s a teen movie on at the cinema. It might be a musical.” I know those aren’t Casey’s favourites.

“Sounds good.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’ll be happy with whatever you want to see.” He lets me go and pulls his phone out.

“Being prepared to sit through a musical because I want to see it must be love,” I say in a teasing tone.

He glances up from his phone screen. “Yeah, it is.” His smile is hesitant, but it warms my heart.

I brush my thumb over his temple. “I love you too.”

He waves his phone at me. “There’s a showing in fifteen minutes. We’ll be able to make that if we don’t mind missing the adverts.”