Page 23 of Freshman

Nate stood up straight, shock evident in his widening eyes.

“I want you to hand over the phone.”

Alfie jumped at Nate’s rumbling laugh. He clutched the bar as his back again for support.

“Good one,” Nate said before tilting his head, plotting his next move.

Alfie wasn’t expecting him to peel off his tight T-shirt, but that was precisely what he did, rolling it over the hard muscles of his chest until they were no longer hidden. Nate let his arms hang by his sides, the T-shirt clutched in one hand, and let Alfie rake his gaze over his physique.

The dull lights added shadow to Nate’s defined muscle, and his skin was smooth, blemish-free.

“What…what are you doing?” Alfie asked.

“I was hot.”

“It’s not hot. It’s always cold in here.”

Nate shrugged. He brushed a hand over his pec. “Looks like you’re right again, Freshman. My nipples are tightening, and I’m getting goosebumps on my skin… That could be the cold…or it could be how you’re looking at me.”

“Put your T-shirt back on. It’s freezing up here.”

Nate threw his T-shirt at Alfie.

“What the hell?” Alfie squeaked as he grabbed it. He breathed in through his nose and caught Nate’s rich scent. His stomach flipped, and he had the urge to bury his face into the T-shirt and inhale. “What am I supposed to do with this?” Alfie asked.

Nate smiled. “You kept saying it was cold.”

“I wasn’t asking for this.”

“But you like it, though, don’t you?”

Alfie’s cheeks burned. “It’s a nice enough T-shirt.”

Nate rumbled with another laugh. “You’re going to have to try harder than that. I can see your nostrils working, even from here.”

“Nate,” Alfie growled, throttling the T-shirt.

“Take it home.”

“What?”

“I want you to take it home.” He rubbed his lips together. “You can sleep in it if you want…”

“I don’t want to sleep in it.”

Nate hummed. “Ah, that's a shame.”

Alfie held it out to him. “I want you to take it back.”

“Do you know what I think you’d like to do with it, you know, if you were allowed?”

“I don’t want to know—”

“I think you’d take it to bed with you. I think you’d get hard thinking of me and rub my T-shirt over your skin while you masturbated. You’d get high on my scent, and before you came, you’d wrap it around your dick for those last few vital pulls, and then you’d cover it in cum while moaning my name.”

Alfie’s cock twitched. He wanted to hiss at Nate to shut up, that he was wrong, but his voice had left him. He threw the T-shirt at Nate, smacking him in the chest. Nate chuckled as he caught it before it fell to the walkway.

“You only have to ask for it, and I’ll give it to you,” Nate said seriously. “Ask me for anything you want, and it’s yours.”

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