Page 5 of Cassian

Blake was sitting before he knew it, and then he had a lapful of Cass. Which was…new. But also…nice?

Cass fit perfectly in his lap, and he really did smell so good. “Are you sure you’re okay? This guy didn’t…do anything?”

“Bit me.”

Blake managed to laugh through another surge of what felt an awful lot like jealousy. “Oh yeah? You got a hickey? Let me see.”

But Cass still had his head buried in Blake’s chest. And he was kind of…squirming. It was honestly a little distracting because his ass kept brushing against Blake’s dick, and Blake may have been straight, but… Well, friction was friction, especially with a soft, sweet-smelling bundle of Cass in his arms.

“Um, buddy?” Blake said, keeping his voice soft and nonjudgmental. “We’re about to have a situation if you keep moving like that. I’m only human, man.”

Cass only slid himself even tighter against him, and then Blake realized they already had a situation because Cass…

Cass was hard.

Blake could feel it through the stiff material of Cass’s ridiculous dress pants, pressed against his stomach. Which may have short-circuited his brain for a hot second, but who could blame him? He’d just never had another dude’s hard dick pressed against him. He should be turned off, even with all the squirming.

But then Cass finally looked up at him, and… Oh, wow. His cheeks were still flushed, and his eyes had grown darker, the pupils blown wide.

He looked desperate.

And maybe that shouldn’t have been doing things for Blake, but it kind of, sort of was. He could feel the blood rushing south to his dick, faster than it had any right to.

But then Cass’s cute little nose was scrunching up. “I’m sorry!” he moaned. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Blake tried to think through this new, unexpected fog of lust. “Did you, um, take something? Last night?”

“No!” Cass shook his head in agitated denial. “You just smell so good, and I’m all—I’m all—”

Blake smirked down at him. “Horny as hell?”

“Blake!” Cass whined. “It’s not funny.”

“I’m sorry, baby, I know it’s not.” The endearment sort of just slipped out, and Blake didn’t have it in him to take it back. He’d meant to say “buddy,” like usual.

But Cass didn’t even seem to notice, and he was just looking so goddamn distraught by his own arousal that Blake couldn’t help it. He shifted his hips, making Cass aware of his own…situation. “It’s fine. See, baby? Everybody gets turned on sometimes.”

It was a stupid fucking thing to say, but Cass seemed to grow the slightest bit calmer with his words. He was still looking desperate, his eyes boring into Blake’s. “I need… I need…”

It was clear enough what he needed.

“You want my help?” Blake asked. “Want me to touch you?”

Cass nodded, looking glum. “But you’re—”

Blake didn’t even let him finish that sentence. Maybe he’d regret this later, when the rush of relief at Cass’s reappearance had faded and he no longer had a lapful of Cass testing his self-restraint. But that was something for future Blake to deal with. “Hey, it’s fine,” he soothed, interrupting Cass’s assertion of Blake’s straightness. “What are roommates for, huh? Beats jerking off to terrible porn, right?”

Cass looked unbearably hopeful at the reassurance, staring at Blake like he was the best thing in the whole, wide world.

And who the fuck could resistthat?

Blake moved before either of them could change their mind, unbuttoning Cass’s pants and sliding his own basketball shorts down his hips until both their erections were exposed to the cool hotel-room air.

And Cass’s dick…it wasn’t scary at all, was it? It was kind of cute, actually. Proportionate to his size, all flushed and leaking, like just being in Blake’s lap was some sort of massive turn-on. And why shouldn’t it be? He was a good-looking guy. He could be a fantasy for someone like Cass, couldn’t he? Better than some hotel stranger.

He looked up from his assessment to see Cass staring at Blake’s dick in turn, like it was literal candy. Blake gripped himself, feeling stupidly smug. “You like that, baby?”

Cass licked at his lips. “You’re very…hung.”

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