Page 16 of Project: FU (Longwood U #3)

NOLAN

The grin on my face as I read Tavis’ text for the eighth time has me feeling childish. My cheeks feel like they’re stretching and going to get stuck like that. But I can’t help it.

Tavis

Can I take you on a date this weekend?

Fuck, the way my stomach flips and dances has me nervous that I might throw up. If I’d have thought this was nothing but a sexy fling before, I’m less convinced of that now.

I like him .

The thought makes my stomach flutter with giddiness. There’s nothing like those first months in a new relationship where you’re just constantly excited to spend all the time together.

A tapping on my door has me turning the screen of my phone off and shifting. It doesn’t open, so I know who it’s not. “Yeah?” I call.

Arek opens my door and meets my eyes. My room feels weirdly cooler with his presence, even as he’s giving me a small, amused smile.

We’ve been working on his project for a while, and after proposing bare-bones numbers to the frat committee that oversees our bank accounts, we’ve been granted a startup fund.

Once it’s depleted, we either sink or float, but unless there’s a significant promise of potential growth, our funds won’t be restocked.

I’m impressed that a rich boy is as frugal with money as he is. Everyone in the world knows the name Van Doren. It’s synonymous with wealth, the likes of royalty and technological advancement geniuses.

It’s kind of weird to me to know one is a criminal psychology major who wants to dabble in creating sex toys. What would his family think?

“I have some supplies to try out,” Arek says.

“For casting?”

He shakes his head as he steps inside and places the bag over his shoulder on the chair in front of my desk.

He pulls out different items and sets them on my desk.

“First molds. This appears to be a several-step process. First is a basic mold of said dick. Then we make a cast from the mold. From the cast, we make a sturdy mold that can be used over and over again to make the sellable product. This is a combination of using body-safe ingredients and long-lasting, durable ingredients alternatively.”

I pick up the strange bucket with a hole in the bottom. I’ve been primarily involved with business structure, website pages, how to advertise our products, and how to fulfill orders in a timely manner, that kind of thing.

Which I think is what Arek was looking for in a partner. His interest was in creating fuckable dick replicates. I can’t help but wonder whose dick he’s wanting to replicate and why not just go to the source.

“Okay, so this is the first mold?”

He inclines his head. “The body safe mold to make our first erection cast.”

“I’m afraid to ask what the bucket is for.”

Arek chuckles. It’s such a dark sound that I think my soul shivers. He picks it up and sticks his fingers through the hole with the rubber ring. “Dick goes in. It’s hard inside. And that’s where we pour the silicone for it to harden around the cock.”

Okay, even I blush a little as I imagine sticking my dick in there. “I have a lot of questions.”

“Ask them.”

“The first: how do you get the dick in and out while hard?”

“Preferably, it’s soft in both directions, though I think I’m going to try getting in while hard. You need to get hard while in the bucket. Like really hard. Then you need to deflate the hard-on to slip out.”

I scrunch my face, which makes him smirk. “And how do you stay hard? For how long?”

“Forty-five minutes.” My eyes go wide. “I’m saying an hour, just to make sure it sets nice and hard. As far as staying hard, it’s going to be a game of edging, most likely.”

“Oh my god.”

Arek raises a shoulder. “Do you have a better idea?”

I shake my head. “Nope. None.”

“Then should we start our first trial? Are you free for the next hour or two?”

“I didn’t think this through.” I glance down at my crotch.

He chuckles again. “I’m prepared to mold my dick first, Nolan. I need you to pour the mold and help me out of it if I need help.”

“This isn’t going to be awkward at all.”

Arek tilts his head. “I was under the impression you’re bisexual. Not the case?”

I raise a brow. “I am, but I fail to see how that’s relevant.”

“You seem skittish about seeing my dick hard.”

I laugh and close my eyes. “Arek, I only see dicks that I’m interested in, not just random hard dicks. No offense.”

“You might like mine. I’m told it’s nice. I’ve never had any complaints.”

“Fantastic,” I deadpan.

He stares at me. “You’re going to need to spell this out for me. I don’t always read people in the way I need to in any given conversation.”

I’m not sure how to respond to his statement. My mouth opens a couple times, and I end up asking, “What?”

“Can you do this or not? I don’t know how to interpret your body language, words, or tone, Nolan.”

This man never ceases to keep me guessing. I look at his crotch and take a breath. This is business. “Sure. Yes. How are we doing this? Am I supposed to help you get hard or something?”

Arek rolls his eyes. “Just read the silicone bottles, will you? I’m going to get some towels and lube.”

He laughs at the face I make. This is going to be an awkward afternoon. I’ve barely gotten through the first few sentences when he returns with a pile of towels, a large tube of lube, and shuts my door behind him. I can only imagine how people are looking at him right now.

“Have a handle on it?”

“You were gone for thirty seconds. I don’t read that quickly.”

“It’s a one-to-one ratio. Stir until it’s purple. Pour. Wait.”

“I imagined papier maché,” I admit.

“That’s on my list to try,” Arek says. “Admittedly, I thought that might help the cock being molded stay hard since someone is going to be touching the dick over and over to make the mold. I’m worried that it won’t be strong enough for the cast after, though.

It’s only paper. I feel like we’d need an inch of it around a dick to give it enough strength. ”

“This is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had concerning dicks,” I say as I grab the second bucket he took out of his bag.

Arek lays out the towels on my bed and then drops his pants. Yes, my cheeks heat. Which is both comical and annoying. I’ve never been one to blush easily. I’m reminded of Skye’s pretty pink cheeks and smile as I turn my attention back to the two-parts silicone.

Not going to lie. My eyes keep straying to Arek, wondering how he’s going to get through an hour of being hard. He’s naked on my bed except for his socks and hoodie. The hoodie is pushed up and I’m slightly amused by the ink around his navel and circling his dick. Is it on his dick too?

Nope. That’s not what we’re doing right now. We’re reading about silicone, Nolan.

It’s really fucking difficult to concentrate when I hear the squelch of him stroking his dick, though. My eyes keep drifting, trying to get a good look from the corner of my eye.

“It’s cute that you’re trying to convince me you’re reading that,” Arek muses.

I huff and set the bottle down to meet his eyes. He’s not wrong. He has a nice dick. Maybe not as nice as Tavis’. Then again, that might be my bias. Arek was blessed in his pants.

“Feel better now that you’ve given in to watching?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckles, and I turn my back on him and determinedly begin measuring and mixing.

The bottle says I have twenty minutes to pour before it truly begins to set.

Hopefully, that’s enough time to get this holey bucket around his dick.

Speaking of which… I study the rubber ring in the bottom and then glance at him over my shoulder.

“Did you try this on first?”

“No. Why?”

“I have concerns about whether you’re going to fit.”

And my cheeks flush again when he grins and chuckles. “Haven’t you ever tried on a cock ring?”

I press my lips together. “No.”

“Huh. Try it sometime. But trust me, it’ll fit. A little tugging here and there only adds to the stimulation.”

“I question how we’re tugging on that thing when it’s all slick with lube.”

“I’m glad you understand that you’re helping with this tug of war, but it’s going to be trial and error for the first time. I think this is our best chance of making a good mold right off, which is why I went in this direction.”

“Are you about ready?” I ask, trying to ignore the burn in my cheeks.

“I think so. Watching you blush all pretty like that helps. I really like the sweet, innocent ones. Especially when you don’t expect them to be innocent like that.”

I sigh. “I’m not—you know what? Never mind. Whatever helps keep you hard for an hour.”

He’s amused as I bring the bucket with the hole toward him. Arek grips the base of his cock to hold himself upright and yep, this is weird. I’m not even sure we’re friends, and I’m going to be manhandling that thing.

Taking a breath, I line up the ring and set it against his crown. “I’d like to point out that the ring might stretch, but the hard plastic is less likely to.”

“It’s going to be interesting trying to get my balls in there too, huh?”

I shake my head as I try to push it down his thick length. He’s not enormous, but if I were to choose a pretty, perfect dick, he’d be in the running. Fat enough to stretch and feel every thrust, but not so big that it becomes painful. And that head, man. Wow.

“Do you have a plan to cut this off if it becomes too painful?”

“Nope. I’m not afraid of pain,” he says. The breathlessness in his voice has my cheeks red all over again. “There you go. Keep blushing like a virgin for me. It’s like pushing inside a tight hole with no give. Your pretty pink cheeks really drive the sensation home.”

“Fucking hell,” I sputter. “Shut up.”

“You can fight if you want. I don’t mind a struggle.”

I realize that he’s trying to keep my cheeks red, which, I mean, I get it. Whatever it takes to keep him hard for an hour. But that hour doesn’t even begin until his dick is inside this thing.

It’s not easy. It takes us probably close to twenty minutes to get his dick inside. I’m wincing more than anything as he struggles to shove his balls through the little hole, too. I’m breathless just watching. And yes, my cheeks remain stained bloody red as I help get his damn nuts inside.

“For the record, I don’t think this is going to fly with every victim. Not everyone likes pain, and I’d wager a guess that there are many people who won’t stay hard through it.”

“Noted,” he says, and yes, his breathless voice is deep and sexy.

I determinedly ignore it and return to the mix. It’s thicker, definitely getting ready to set. We’re just in time.

“I think you need to rub more lube on my dick and balls,” Arek says.

I close my eyes. It’s not even necessary to acknowledge my blush at this point. My skin is permanently hot. I feel like I have a sunburn. I’m going to be flushed for the next week. Tavis is going to have questions on our date this weekend, and this is going to be an awkward conversation.

The sun burns hotter on my face as I stroke more lube on him. I’m careful to make sure there’s plenty, but not so much that there are globs. We don’t want to ruin this mold. That means we’re doing this again! No way. Once and done. We need to get it right the first time.

“I never knew you could be so sexy,” Arek comments.

“Fuck you.”

He grins as I pour the silicone into the bucket. I’m not even going to ask how he plans to keep his dick upright and not lean against the side. I should because I don’t think I’ll survive another round of this.

The bucket is an inch or so longer than his cock, and I make sure there’s just enough to nearly reach the top. I slowly pour to make sure there aren’t any air bubbles. Then I set it aside.

“So, what’s your plan for staying hard?” I ask.

He holds up a little remote in his hand. “I told you. It’s a game of edging.”

I need to stop flushing. He has a butt plug in. Of course, he thought of this.

“I also plan to keep you pink like that. Careful, or I’m going to form a crush on you.”

“Shut up, Van Doren.”

He grins just as there’s a knock on my door. I turn in time to see it open, and Kylen stops dead in his tracks as he looks between the two of us.

Now, I’ve been suffering from almost-heatstroke since Arek walked into my room and told me I was helping him mold his dick. But damn, the shade of pink that Kylen turns is an all-new level.

“Yep, that’s good,” Arek says. “Very cute, darling.”

And now he’s a lobster. I give Arek a warning look, and he holds up the little remote, pressing the button. His body jerks slightly, and he groans.

Now we’re both lobsters. “I hate you,” I mutter.

“Mmm,” he comments. “So sexy.”

Kylen shakes his head and quickly backs out before I can explain. What an explanation, too. I’m not sure what I’d think if I walked into a room with a partially naked man on the bed and a tube of purple gloop encasing their dick.

Mad scientist. Torture. Drugs, maybe, from the way Arek was talking.

I pull up my desk chair and decide that Kylen is just going to have to wait. A glance at my watch and I determine that maybe five or eight minutes have gone by. We’re going to say five, just to make sure there’s plenty of time for that crap to harden around him. Setting my timer, I look at Arek.

His dark eyes are already on me. The corner of his lips quirked up.

“All right, fucker. Do whatever you need to make sure you’re hard. We’re not doing this again, so it better work the first time.”

“How about I tell you how good it felt when you stroked my dick in this tube? Watching how your blush ran down your neck as you pulled on my cock and then my balls. Mmm.”

“I hate you,” I glower.

He smirks and holds up his little remote. With a grin, he presses the button, and his low moan fills my room again. His body tenses, back arching slightly. His legs spread a little as he gasps.

My cheeks burn. “I really hate you.”

His aroused chuckle, deep and dark, makes me shiver.