Peter lingers in the doorway at Alex's place, his pretty mouth twisted up in a concerned expression. "You really live in a dorm room."
"Surprisingly, that's the kind of rooms we have in the dormitory." Alex kicks a pair of turquoise briefs under his bed. He cleaned up for Peter's arrival but possibly forgot about the briefs he had to change out of in a hurry after a semen related mishap.
He was a little excited about Peter coming over.
"It's just so... college-y," Peter says, stepping inside like a vampire crossing a threshold made of garlic. Apparently living off campus makes Peter a hipster college student. The metal door shuts behind him with a resounding thump. "It looks like a prison cell."
He's not entirely wrong. The beige concrete block walls are pretty Spartan, even with Alex's big Dali poster from the campus bookstore. And the room has a weird echo.
"Do prison cells have plaid sheets?" Alex asks, gesturing at the green and blue sheets his mom bought from a mail order catalog that came with his college admissions information.
"They might. I haven't checked." Peter sits on his bed and gives it a test bounce. It squeaks hideously, and he grins. "Everyone on your floor must know when you have a girl in here."
"It's not a co-ed floor."
Peter tilts his head. "And?"
"And I'm an RA, I can't have girls in here. It'd be setting a bad example."
"I don't think I'll ever stop being intrigued by your Boy Scout tendencies." Peter's grin widens and changes, becoming something a little wolfish. "Maybe that's what makes the sex so hot. You're a good boy. You just can't help your bad, bad urges."
Alex throws a stuffed animal at him. Which in hindsight is maybe a bad idea since it draws a lot of attention to the fact that he brought his childhood stuffed puppy to college with him. Fortunately, Peter doesn't seem to notice. He dodges it and darts his hand out to catch Alex's wrist and tug him down onto the little bed.
"You are bad," Alex says weakly, not super liking being teased but definitely liking the way Peter shoves him onto his back and starts pushing his shirt up. Peter's fingernails are bitten short and he has broad hands and dark hair on his forearms. Alex watches his strong fingers crawl up his belly like sexy spiders.
"So?" Peter asks, pressing a filthy, wet kiss against Alex's bare belly. "You like it."
Alex does. He really does. "Wait." His voice is already going all strangled and stupid. "Date. Date is happening. Not this."
Peter presses his hand firmly against the roll of Alex's dick in his jeans. "This isn't happening?"
"Well that's happening, yes. But it's your fault with the kissing. We're supposed to be getting sushi."
Pouting, Peter lowers his jaw and lets his chin nudge Alex's cock through the denim. Then, keeping his gaze on Alex's, he shifts to run his nose along the length of it, inhaling deeply.
Alex has never been smelled before.
His heart starts racing. Does he smell like jizz? He shouldn't. He washed up in the bathroom. Kind of. Does he smell like sweat? Probably not. He showered two hours ago. Why is Peter smelling him?
"Fuck," Alex says, drawing the word out softly until it becomes a wet sound in his throat.
"I know we're supposed to be going on a date, but I want to suck your dick and eat you out," Peter says. His breath feels moist and warm through Alex's clothes, and how is Alex supposed to think clearly?
"Okay," Alex says, because he's only a man. A man with a raging boner.
A shiver runs through Peter and he closes his eyes for a second. Alex pushes up on his elbows to watch as Peter nuzzles at his crotch, mouthing at his jeans and teasing him with pressure at his balls and along his cock. It's like watching a cat on drugs and somehow it's the hottest thing Alex has ever seen.
"Glad I jerked off before you got here," Alex says. Otherwise he'd be coming in his pants. Like two minutes ago.
Peter laughs softly as his hands run up and down Alex's thighs until they feel hot with
"Surprisingly, that's the kind of rooms we have in the dormitory." Alex kicks a pair of turquoise briefs under his bed. He cleaned up for Peter's arrival but possibly forgot about the briefs he had to change out of in a hurry after a semen related mishap.
He was a little excited about Peter coming over.
"It's just so... college-y," Peter says, stepping inside like a vampire crossing a threshold made of garlic. Apparently living off campus makes Peter a hipster college student. The metal door shuts behind him with a resounding thump. "It looks like a prison cell."
He's not entirely wrong. The beige concrete block walls are pretty Spartan, even with Alex's big Dali poster from the campus bookstore. And the room has a weird echo.
"Do prison cells have plaid sheets?" Alex asks, gesturing at the green and blue sheets his mom bought from a mail order catalog that came with his college admissions information.
"They might. I haven't checked." Peter sits on his bed and gives it a test bounce. It squeaks hideously, and he grins. "Everyone on your floor must know when you have a girl in here."
"It's not a co-ed floor."
Peter tilts his head. "And?"
"And I'm an RA, I can't have girls in here. It'd be setting a bad example."
"I don't think I'll ever stop being intrigued by your Boy Scout tendencies." Peter's grin widens and changes, becoming something a little wolfish. "Maybe that's what makes the sex so hot. You're a good boy. You just can't help your bad, bad urges."
Alex throws a stuffed animal at him. Which in hindsight is maybe a bad idea since it draws a lot of attention to the fact that he brought his childhood stuffed puppy to college with him. Fortunately, Peter doesn't seem to notice. He dodges it and darts his hand out to catch Alex's wrist and tug him down onto the little bed.
"You are bad," Alex says weakly, not super liking being teased but definitely liking the way Peter shoves him onto his back and starts pushing his shirt up. Peter's fingernails are bitten short and he has broad hands and dark hair on his forearms. Alex watches his strong fingers crawl up his belly like sexy spiders.
"So?" Peter asks, pressing a filthy, wet kiss against Alex's bare belly. "You like it."
Alex does. He really does. "Wait." His voice is already going all strangled and stupid. "Date. Date is happening. Not this."
Peter presses his hand firmly against the roll of Alex's dick in his jeans. "This isn't happening?"
"Well that's happening, yes. But it's your fault with the kissing. We're supposed to be getting sushi."
Pouting, Peter lowers his jaw and lets his chin nudge Alex's cock through the denim. Then, keeping his gaze on Alex's, he shifts to run his nose along the length of it, inhaling deeply.
Alex has never been smelled before.
His heart starts racing. Does he smell like jizz? He shouldn't. He washed up in the bathroom. Kind of. Does he smell like sweat? Probably not. He showered two hours ago. Why is Peter smelling him?
"Fuck," Alex says, drawing the word out softly until it becomes a wet sound in his throat.
"I know we're supposed to be going on a date, but I want to suck your dick and eat you out," Peter says. His breath feels moist and warm through Alex's clothes, and how is Alex supposed to think clearly?
"Okay," Alex says, because he's only a man. A man with a raging boner.
A shiver runs through Peter and he closes his eyes for a second. Alex pushes up on his elbows to watch as Peter nuzzles at his crotch, mouthing at his jeans and teasing him with pressure at his balls and along his cock. It's like watching a cat on drugs and somehow it's the hottest thing Alex has ever seen.
"Glad I jerked off before you got here," Alex says. Otherwise he'd be coming in his pants. Like two minutes ago.
Peter laughs softly as his hands run up and down Alex's thighs until they feel hot with
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