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“Why?”

He gave me a look. “Because I took up smoking again and I need to tear through a few Reds. Share a cigarette with me? I don’t have cooties.”

“Keep dreaming. You smell like vanilla, not smoke.”

“Because I’mkidding, Andrew. I just want fresh air, and I want to ask you something. That cobbler is going to bake for a while anyway.”

I followed him through the back doors that led to the stone deck behind Student Hall, out into the crisp night air. This deck had always been one of my favorite places on campus. It was up on a low hill, looking over a few buildings below it, and right now the moon was visible in the sky above.

There were benches and tables scattered around the deck, but Gray leaned up against the stone exterior wall, waiting for me.

“Thanks for helping me,” I said.

“Easy work.”

“Know what else would be easy work?”

He glanced over my body. “Yes, yes, Andrew, I know you want me.”

I stretched my arms up above my head, keenly aware of the fact that I was putting some of my best muscles on display as my t-shirt hiked up a bit.

“Just because I want to get fucked doesn’t mean I wantyou. But if you have to be following me around until Homecoming, yes, I think it would be a lot more fun for me if I could at least get something out of the bargain.”

He hummed at me. “Do you always think with your dick?”

“No. But I thinkaboutyour dick.”

“You want to kiss it?” he asked.

A heat bloomed through my chest. “Is that you admitting youwantme to kiss it?”

“Guess so.”

He reached for the fly of his jeans and I panicked a little inside. I turned my head from left to right on a swivel, smacking at his hands.

“Nothere. Not now.”

“Kiss it.”

He knocked my hands away again and was already working his zipper down. He pulled out his cock a moment later—his fuckingcock, already rapidly hardening, thick, and ungodly big, right there behind Student Hall.

“Are you fucking insane?”

I kept looking around. I could see people’s silhouettes through the windowpanes, walking around inside. There was adoor right next to us and if anyone opened it just to peek outside orGod forbidto step out for a phone call, we were toast.

“Either lie to me and tell me you don’t want it,” he said, “orkiss it, and I’ll put it away.”

He leaned forward, coming even further into the light, presenting his cock proudly out in the open.

Daring me to do it.

Not a shred of hesitation visible anywhere on him.

“Goddamn it,” I said.

I quickly dipped onto my knees. They hit the cool stone below me on the deck and I leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cock head. I was hard, now, too, despite myself.

I backed off but then he pushed his cock forward again, hitting my lips.