Page 57 of Want Me
“Nah. It’s good. Don’t, ummm…can you not mention it to any of the other brothers yet? I’m not sure how…or…yeah, just don’t say anything if you don’t mind.”
“We’re cool, dude, I gotcha.”
We walked a few paces over the grass before I thought to ask, “What was that thing you said about…hetero what?”
“Flexibility. Like…95 percent of the time, I’m all about the T & A, but sometimes if the situation’s right…” He shrugged. “Like the girl who gets drunk and makes out with her best friend or something because her lips looked soft and they were drunk and it felt good. Or, maybe they’re not even drunk, there’s just this situation where—” He waved his hand. “Fuck it, I don’t even know how to explain it. Mostly straight with occasional showers of homoeroticism or something.”
I was mind-blown. “I didn’t even know that was an option.”
“I have a cousin who volunteers at an LGBT youth shelter. She knows all sorts of stuff about sexuality. We were talking about it over Thanksgiving.”
Heteroflexible.Huh. I turned that term over in my head, considering whether it was a better fit for me than bi and then decided fuck it, I didn’t necessarily need to figure it out because one thing I did know was that no matter what kind of label I attached to myself, Eric fucking did it for me. Up, down, backwards, forwards, and sideways.
* * *
Jesse wasn’tat the house when I got back from classes, and neither was Eric for that matter. When I texted him, he said he had a study group until later that night.
Nate:That door better be unlocked tonight
Eric:It was unlocked last night
Eric:Will be again tonight
Eric:Straggler
I hit the gym hard to make up for how much I’d slacked over the break, busting through cardio and weights until I was so drenched and hot that the shower I took afterward did nothing but encourage more sweat—especially because I grabbed the stall next to the one Eric had fucked me in. I got all overheated again thinking about it, wondering if we might be able to pull it off for a second time. Maybe with a few new twists.
In true hornball fashion, I noticed I’d started keeping an eye out for other places on campus where we could sneak off to because now that I’d opened my mind to it, the possibilities seemed endless. Public sex kink—I definitely had it. And probably a lot of other ones I hadn’t figured out yet.
By the time 11:00 p.m. rolled around, I’d finished all my homework and was slumping on the couch in my room, on my way to crashing hard when I heard the sound of Eric’s footsteps on the stairs. Jesse’d come and gone again earlier in the night, speaking minimally to me, though it hadn’t been unkind. My impression had been that he wasn’t sure what to say, but I was gonna take Mark’s advice and give it a few days to see how it’d all play out.
Water ran in the bathroom, the door closed, and a few minutes later opened again. Then Eric’s bedroom door shut, and I grinned. I checked my watch and distracted myself for another ten minutes before leaving my room behind, anticipating his bed just as much as his body in it, the sheets warm and smelling like him. Maybe he’d be wearing one of those sultry-ass sleepy smiles I liked, or maybe that stern pinch of his brows that meant good times were in store for my dick. I was cool with either.
“Thought you might stand me up again,” he murmured when I slid between the sheets and pressed against his back as he shifted to make room for me. He was lying the way he had been the first night I snuck in. It was his favorite position, I’d discovered over Thanksgiving—on his stomach and half-buried in his pillow.
“I didn’t stand you up, technically speaking. I failed at waiting it out.” I ran a hand up his spine and curled my fingers around his shoulder, nosing at the nape of his neck where the masculine scent of him was potent. “You thought you were pretty fucking funny this morning, didn’t you?”
“I was.” I could hear the amusement in his voice, see that wicked grin of his like it was right in front of my face. “God you’re sexy when you’re trying not to get hard.”
“I’ve given up trying. I just let it happen and hope nobody notices.”
“Like right now?” He shifted, one firm round asscheek nudging against me.
“Oh no, I definitely want you to notice that. I’ve been waiting all fucking day to bust a nut.”
“Yeah? So will you be mad if I tell you I knocked one out in the bathroom at the library tonight?”
“Cheater, and also gross.”
Eric laughed. “Bet you wouldn’t have said that if you’d been there.” He reached behind him, sliding his hand up the length of my thigh, then easing it between our bodies until he was gripping my cock through my boxers.
I let my eyes fall shut as he stroked me lightly through the fabric. “Maybe not,” I agreed. “Fuck, gimme some friction, you cocktease.”
“Say please.”
“Make me.”
He did.I’d said it over and over as he rolled me onto my side, slid his hand behind my knee, and held it while he fucked me into oblivion. And even though I was sated and drowsy as hell afterward, sleep didn’t come. I twisted the bedsheets every which way trying to get comfortable until Eric ran his hand up the length of my arm and squeezed my bicep.