Page 22 of Freshman

“Of course.”

Alfie stiffened and reached a hand out behind him to grab the top bar of the railing. “I need you to hand it over.”

“Sure,” Nate said. His eyes crinkled as he shoved out his closed hand. Alfie held his breath as he waited, but Nate opened it to reveal it had nothing inside.

“I…I don’t understand?”

“My hand could cause injury to you and myself.” He snorted. “But it could also cause you pleasure if you allow it.”

Alfie flashed his eyes at the cell. Glen and Marie were too preoccupied to hear Nate’s teasing.

“Anything…sharp…like a weapon?”

Nate grinned. “You want to ask me about my weapon?”

“Nate…” Alfie whispered, lowering his gaze.

“No weapon,” Nate murmured.

“Can you turn around, put your hands on the wall and keep your feet shoulder-width apart?”

Nate did as Alfie told him. “I’d much prefer if you were doing this for me… naked.”

Alfie ignored him, then approached. He held his breath as he ran his hands up one of Nate’s legs, then down the other.

Nate hissed, and Alfie paused at his knee. “Did I hurt—”

“No, I’d like it slow, that’s all, so I can savour your hands on me.”

Alfie continued, stroking his hands up Nate’s sides. He was wide, firm, and warm to touch. The whole time, he breathed through his mouth so he couldn’t draw in any of Nate’s scent.

“Done,” Alfie said, with a croak in his voice.

“We’re far from done,” Nate replied, dropping his hands from the wall. He turned around and leaned against the bricks as he looked at Alfie in the same way he had when they’d first spoken, like he was undressing Alfie right there and then.

Alfie shivered and unconsciously wrapped his arms around himself.

Something crashed to the floor inside the cell. Alfie grimaced and glanced at Nate with guilty eyes, but Nate seemed unbothered by whatever possession he had being destroyed.

“They won’t find anything,” Nate said in a murmur only meant for Alfie. “And they can break and trample on whatever they want in there. It won’t take this smile from my lips.”

Alfie turned and peered down at the locked gate below. He didn’t want to engage with Nate, didn’t want to be alone with him on the wing while Nate looked at him like that and his body responded, heating up and making his clothes feel tighter. He wanted to undo his top button but didn’t dare to while Nate was watching him.

“Do you know what kind of smile this is?” Nate asked, pointing to his face.

“I don’t need to know,” Alfie blurted.

“It’s a surprised yet pleased smile,” Nate said. “I accepted I might only get to see you once a month when I’m coming back from my visit, but here you are, looking like that.”

“Looking like what?” Alfie asked before he could stop himself.

“Like you know you shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t?”

“Want me.” Nate pressed his teeth into his bottom lip as he smiled. “But you do.”

“You’re right,” Alfie whispered. “I do want you.”

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