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“Good.” Nick slides his hands down my back and cups my ass, rubbing our hips together. “I need you.”

I chuckle and bite his lower lip. “Again? You got off two hours ago.”

“Cinnamon rolls now give me a hard-on.”

I drop my head back and laugh at the most ridiculous sentence I’ve ever heard but let him push me back onto the bed and welcome his weight on me.

We don’t have to have all the answers right now, we have time to figure it out, and together, we’ll do just that. We are worthy of love and happiness.

8

Joey

Classes start again in a few days which means Nick and I won’t have a room to ourselves at all hours for long. No more sleepovers in our boxers like our current situation.

Nick’s warm, sleep-loosened body is pressed against my back, his arm under my neck, and his knee between mine. I thread my fingers through his, a slow smile lifting my lips when he stirs a little. Nick pushes his face into my neck and grumbles something about morning people.

His other hand slides down my stomach to run along the waistband of my underwear.

“I thought you hated morning people?” I close my eyes and lean into him.

“If I have to be awake, I might as well get an orgasm out of it.” Nick bites my ear and scrapes my neck with his prickly face. He slides his hand inside and pumps me slowly. A shudder has goosebumps breaking out on my skin and I can feel Nick smiling against my skin. “I love the way you react to me.”

“I love the way you touch me,” I groan.

I roll my hips and close my eyes, letting myself get lost in him. We both know this can’t last, we have to get back to school and I still have hockey for another two or three months, and his roommate is going to be back in a few days. But right now, today, in this moment, I can just enjoy him.

It’s still early enough that I don’t need to worry too much about being quiet so I don’t hold back my moans or the hitches in my breathing that sound like whimpers.

“Hmm such a needy boy,” Nick says against my neck and squeezes the base of my dick. In the blink of an eye, his hand is gone and he’s settling between my thighs. I reach for him, wanting to feel his weight against me, but he doesn’t seem to want to give me what I want.

“Nick,” I whine while wrapping my legs around his hips and grinding up against him.

“Pull your dick out, stroke it for me.” The demand in his voice has my hand doing exactly that with no hesitation. My brain doesn’t even try to process it, just reacts.

For once in my fucking life, I don’t have to think about the consequences, implications, what is expected of me. All I have to do is feel and let him take care of me. It’s a completely foreign concept. No one takes care of me.

“Look at me,” Nick growls and I focus on him. I didn’t realize I had zoned out and got lost in my head. He’s released his own cock and wraps his hand around both of us to show me what he wants. “Jack us off, make us come.”

Using both of my hands, I grip us tightly as he lets go and thrusts against my hands.

With his eyes locked on mine, he forces pleasure onto both of us. His pupils are blown with arousal and a light sheen of sweat covers his skin. This guy is gorgeous and for whatever reason, he wants to be with me. He puts up with my baggage.

I can feel my dick softening in my grip and embarrassment heats my cheeks. Fuck! Why? This is not how I wanted to start today!

Nick leans over me, his lips a whisper above mine. “Do you need to be filled, stretched, and taken?”

I bite my bottom lip and whimper in that pathetic little voice he says he loves.

He smirks, it’s a promising lift of his lips, and he licks my throat.

“It’s fine.” I grip him hard in my hand, working his dick quickly so he’ll come.

“Joey,” he lifts my chin and waits until I meet his gaze before continuing. “If you want to slow down and work yourself back up, it’s okay. Trust me. It’s no hardship to have my hands on you.”

This can’t last, can it? My chest tightens with fear and embarrassment and feelings I don’t have any right to have. Lifting my arm, I drop it over my face to cover my eyes before I start crying like a big baby.

Why do I have to be like this? What twenty-five-year-old has problems keeping their dick hard? Why do I have to be broken?