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Story: Pretty Fly for a Vampire Guy
Chapter
Twelve
OWEN
T he thrum of Clay’s car on the highway vibrates through my feet into my body.
I’m holding our pet in the towel-covered terrarium on my lap, an almost identical scene from yesterday.
Everything between us has changed, but that’s what happens when you have the best oral sex hookup of your life with your monster lab partner.
We’re both quiet, opting instead to listen to whatever’s on the radio on the road back to Creelin.
He smiles at me from the driver’s seat, and I smile too. We decidedly don’t talk about it.
Neither of us mentioned our night together when I woke up in his arms. We each got ready and checked out promptly so we could get back to school on time.
I’m still waiting for him to say anything of substance.
I keep imagining the vampire saying, “Great sex last night, Owen, I’m so glad you rescinded your ‘No sex with jocks’ rule.
Wanna get some toasted boo-gels with scream cheese? ”
But no, we barely converse, both of us opting to make small talk about the funny billboards we see on the drive.
And BN is once again asleep in my lap, so the status quo is back to where it should be.
I guess our tryst is to remain a secret; what happens in Stokerbram Park stays in Stokerbram Park, I suppose.
This is good, though. I have to focus on my pre-med major, and Clay has some water polo stuff presumably.
No distractions for either of us, and jocks have always been heartbreak waiting to happen.
Our intimate hookup was just a reward for him taking to the skies for the first time, a sexy little prize for both of us.
There are no feelings to be had; it’s not as if it filled me with delight to see him achieve his goal of gliding, and it’s not like watching him be a co-parent is a beautiful miracle to behold.
If I say the words enough in my head, I’ll believe it.
He drives up to the parking area near my dorm and stops the car. I smooth out the towel on the terrarium just to bide my time.
“I had a great weekend,” he says in a low tone.
“It um…we accomplished a lot,” I reply.
“Yeah.” I turn and gaze at his precious eyes as he continues, “But, uh, I still have a lot to learn.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah. I need to learn how to fly in less windy environments. Plus, I want to be able to glide with clothes on.”
The memory of his cock from last night flares through my head and down to my groin. “Um, yeah.”
“And we need to teach Bat Nathanson how to fly.”
“Very true,” I say, gripping the box tighter. “You good to take him back? Need me to help?”
“No, I got it. I have plenty of blood for him at my place. ”
“Splendid,” I murmur. Why does my heart feel so disappointed?
“So, I’ll uh…hit you up for the next flying lesson?”
I nod. “We should probably study for the next anatomy quiz.”
“Oh right, all about humans.” He shrugs. “I mean, I am human. Well, at least I was for twenty years.”
“But we could still help each other!” I remark.
“Sounds like a plan. You got my number, Bhat.” He leans back and smirks. “Use it.”
I nod and focus on getting out of the car without disturbing our familiar. My cheeks prickle at the idea of Clay pronouncing my last name correctly. I buckle up the terrarium, grab my luggage, and walk away.
I only turn around once to see his car drive across campus. Our weekend hookup wasn’t a big deal—so then why does the prospect of our next study session fill me with satisfaction?
“Hey, come on in.”
“Hey, man.” Clay enters my dorm and looks around. It’s been a week since he flew around the waterfall and we had sex. I’ve been going to class and taking care of Bat Nathanson, and everything has been platonic as ever. We planned to have this crash course on human anatomy today.
“Welcome, to, uh, Casa de Owen. Population, moi.” I cringe at the terms I just used, but Clay doesn’t seem to notice, opting to look around instead. I play with my hands and fastidiously fix the bed, wondering if any post-studying adult activities might occur .
Oh, who am I kidding—half of the reason I invited him here is to have a no-strings-attached oral intercourse session. But only if he’s interested.
“So, where’s your roommate?” Clay asks, putting down his backpack. He sits at my desk near my open laptop and textbook.
“He went home for the weekend.” I gaze at my lab partner; he looks delicious as ever in his athletic zip-up hoodie and jeans, and I hope I look just as good in a green T-shirt and pajama pants.
“So, it’s just us, eh?” Clay bounces that eyebrow at me, and I know a playboy like him knows what he’s doing.
“Yup!” I yelp. I wipe my palms on my pants and try to will my erection down. “For, um…strictly studying.” I point at him and chuckle for no reason.
“Right.” His eyes deflate in disappointment. He opens his notebook and looks forward at my laptop. “It sucks that water polo practice went late and I missed most of the lecture.”
“That does suck.” I bring the other chair close to him and take a seat.
“But I have a brilliant lab partner who took notes.” His voice is dripping with innuendo and he bounces that eyebrow again. That’s almost as sexy as his fangs. My sheer proximity to him in my tiny dorm has my blood racing.
“You’ve already had sex,” a sinister voice says in my mind. “Just ask him again, he’ll assuredly say yes.”
Clay unabashedly looks me up and down. Can vampires read minds?
“Um!” I hop up and push my chair back. Clay doesn’t seem fazed at all by my little outburst.
“I need to uh, use the bathroom!” I announce in a high tone.
“Okay,” he replies, coolly. “Can I catch up on the notes while I wait?”
“Totally, totally, one-hundred-and-ten percent!” Why did I just say that? I unlock my laptop and pull up a folder of presentations, all while cringing.
A minute later, I’m in the dorm communal bathroom. Fortunately, I’m alone as I take a leak, wipe my dick, wash my face, and give myself a little pep talk in the mirror. “It’s just studying…with a…vampire stud,” I mutter. I put my glasses on, pat my hair down, and quickly walk back to my room.
When I enter, the sight makes the blood drain from my face—Clay is scrolling through the presentation I made two months ago as a joke. He’s watching photos of dudes zoom by while my slides tell about how hot I find vampires.
“Um…what are you…?” I crowd the desk but not before he clicks to the next slide.
“Wait, is that me?”
I can hear his smirk as I hurriedly try to turn off the presentation. “Um, that was nothing, just an?—”
“You made that about me?”
“No! What? Huh? I don’t know who made that!” My lies are bringing my voice higher while I desperately try to click on anything to turn it off. Why isn’t the escape button working?
“Well, it said ‘by Owen Bhat’ at the very beginning…”
Fuck it . I shut my laptop and push it away. Then I lean on the desk with one hand and try to give my best “everything is fine” smile while I catch my breath.
Clay, meanwhile, looks deeply amused. None of my terrible bluffs are getting through to this gorgeous vampire jock. He’s so smug right now, I can’t stand him.
“Forget about lectures, I can just…dictate to you about human anatomy. I am human after all.” I shrug and pull up the chair.
“All right.”
“So, let’s see.” I take out my notebook and push up my glasses. “The human muscular system. Most monsters share the same anatomy, and Octavia pointed out how important it is for pre-med students.”
“Is that what you want to do?”
The sincerity in his voice gives me pause. I notice his handsome face inches from mine, and I bite my lip. “Yeah. I want to be a doctor for monsters.”
“That’s really noble,” he says.
I nod and look down, trying not to blush. “Right. Well, let’s see what we focused on…” I gaze down at my notes. “You know about biceps?”
“I sure do.” He pokes my arm with the blunt end of his pen, and that simple contact has me chubbing up.
I swallow. “Well, did you know there’s a biceps femoris?”
“There is?”
“Oh yeah, it’s um…” A naughty thought rises in my brain, and for the first time in my life, I try not to overthink things. Just go for it, Owen . “It’s right above the soleus.”
I stand up and drop my pants revealing my tight green boxer briefs. I step out of my pants and slippers and ignore Clay’s eyes on me. When I place my bare foot on the chair, I point down. “Remember where the soleus is?”
When I look at Clay, I notice his gaze is blown wide open. He’s not smirking anymore, and I don’t even think he’s breathing. “Um…right there,” he murmurs. He points at the area above my ankle, and I once again feel the sparks.
“Correct,” I say with a grin. “And do you remember the name of the superficial muscle above it?”
He looks me up and down, and the energy in the room is charged between us. I didn’t realize our study session would get so naughty so quickly. “It’s uh…g-g-gastrocnemius.”
“Great job, Cannon.” I take his hand and bring it up farther, right behind my thigh. “Now, biceps femoris is…about here.”
“H-h-here,” he stammers .
I grin—I’ve got this vampire right where I want him.
“Silly me, you can’t see anything at this angle,” I say with a faux-chastisement. “Come here.”
I beckon him to stand by the bed. Then, in my boldest move yet, I take off my shirt and lie on my back. With my bent knees, I lift up one leg. “Can you see it now?”
“Um…uh huh!” His voice is higher, and I swear he’s drooling.
“Touch it,” I command. He visibly gulps and leans forward. When he taps behind my thigh, I take the opportunity to put my ankle on his shoulder.
“Good job.”
“Th…th-thanks,” he stammers.
“Any other…muscles you want to review from here?”
“Just, um…yeah…” I don’t think he’s blinked in five minutes.
“Well, this…” I bring his hand along to above my thigh. “…is quadriceps femoris.”
“Quadriceps…femoris,” he whispers. His fingers are cold, but the slight skin-on-skin contact has my blood boiling.