Page 36 of Skating to Him

“You mean being withme.”The corner of his mouth twitched. “Right?”

“Of course.” I squeezed his ass cheek. “Guess I’m, what is it, gay for you?” I knew it wasn’t a real thing, but right now, it sort of felt like it.

“Good.” He slid his tongue across my lower lip. “Before I go after you again, we should probably talk about what you’re comfortable with. I’ve been going off physical cues, but I want some clarification.” He cupped my balls. “Because I’m dying to show you everything.”

With a nod, I said, “Yeah, we should talk about things.” Especially the top or bottom thing. I looked down at our shirts and the blobs of cum. “I’ll, uh, wash our shirts while we study.” I chuckled. “We seem to end up getting cum on our clothes a lot.”

He stepped back, pulled up his joggers, and held out his shirt. “Yeah, well, you said you didn’t want to come in your underwear, and I wasn’t going to last long enough to get undressed.” He looked at me from under his brows, smirking.

“I get it. I wasn’t either.” I slid my briefs and joggers up and shucked off my shirt. “Come on, give it to me, and I’ll throw these in the washer.”

“Sure.” He pulled his shirt off, wadded it up, and handed it to me. “Are we going to be able to study shirtless, or will our minds start drifting to other things?” His gaze landed on my chest. “Because I have a thing for your nipples.”

“You do?” I covered my chest with the shirts. Nipples were a thing for gay men? I had so much to learn.

“I do.” He pressed the shirts down, leaned in, slowly trailed his tongue over my left nipple, and then circled it. “Damn, it’s thick and tasty.”

My dick tingled and swelled. Fucking hell, I could go again. “We better put shirts on if we want to study. I’ll grab one of mine for you.”

After tossingthe shirts in my washing machine, putting a new shirt on, and grabbing one for Tyler, we studied for over an hour and caught up on our assignments.

“You ready for pizza?” I picked up my phone. A text message popped up from Sylvia, a girl I’d hooked up with a few times when I’d first moved out here.

Tyler leaned over the table, peering into my phone. “Who’s Sylvia?”

“Just…no one.” I tapped open my DoorDash app. “What do you like on your pizza?” This was awkward, and this girl was persistent. I’d handle her after Tyler left.

“Everything except green peppers.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Sounds good to me.” As I ordered, another text message came through. “Fucking hell.” She was starting one of her war-texting sessions. I finished the order.

“Who is Sylvia?” Tyler sat back in his chair, narrowing his eyes at me.

Blowing out an exhale, I set my phone down. “I hooked up with her a few times. She can be a little annoying though.”

My phone buzzed on the table with another text message. I glared at my phone. Not now…

He gnawed his lower lip, fixating on my phone. “How many girls text you for hookups?”

Turning the phone over, I said, “A few.” Okay, maybe five or six? He didn’t need to know that. He’d think I was a player, and I was supposed to be winning him over here.

“What are you going to do?” He flipped my phone over, peered into the screen, and wrinkled his nose. “She’s accusing you of ignoring her.”

“Well, I am. I’d rather spend time with you.” I plucked my phone off the table and set it onDo Not Disturb. “There, now she won’t be bothering us.” Besides, we had things to talk about, like topping or bottoming.

“What are you going to tell her when you do talk to her?” His jaw tensed.

“That I’m busy? I don’t know.” Shit, should I tell her I’m no longer available? But what if this thing with Tyler didn’t work out for whatever reason? I studied him. “What do you want me to tell her?” Maybe that was a better answer.

“I don’t know.” He huffed, hung his head, and then focused on me, coming in close. “This is new, so I can’t expect you to not hook up with other people besides me.” He wrinkled his brows. “But I don’t want to know about it.”

I stared at him for a beat. “But I don’t want to hook up with other people.” As my chest bristled with heat, I said, “Are you hooking up with other people?” Shit, he frequented the gay bar with Myles, and it had sounded like they hooked up with guys there all the time. No fucking way was I putting up with that.

“I haven’t since we first kissed. But I…” He looked off toward my couch. “I haven’t had the chance.”

That was it. Time to show him how serious I was about us. I snatched my phone off the table, opened Sylvia’s messages, and stabbed the keyboard.

Rowan

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