Page 41 of A Totally Platonic Thing
“Lie down on me.”
I couldn’t believe I’d heard that right. “What?”
“Lie down,” he said more clearly. “On me. On top of me. Please?”
A little awkwardly, I lowered myself down. I didn’t want to crush him. But Jesus, did I ever want to hold him, feel his heartbeat. Show him how much I cared and never wanted to make him unhappy, ever. I’d crossed the line, big-time. How could he not be angry with me?
Unless he was just happy that he’d won after all. He got to me. I couldn’t deny it. And my brain was spinning in circles, too flooded with oxytocin and whatever the fuck else got pumped into your system when you came your brains out to be able to get a handle on what I’d done and what it meant.
I lay down over his back, holding myself up a little on one elbow, and nuzzled into his hair. He smelled even more like sex, but still minty. Still like Chris, only even better. His body felt so right under me. So hot and sweaty and solid and slim, the perfect fit. The head of my softening cock still poked out of my pants, and it barely kissed the lower curve of his bare ass.
I froze.
Chris wiggled a little, rubbing against me.
“Mmm,” he murmured.
“Chris, you have got to be kidding me.” I rubbed my face against his hair, shifting until my mouth rested right by his ear and the curve of his cheek. “Aren’t you pissed?”
His eyes blinked open, the one I could see very green and so close I couldn’t see anything else. “No. I’m not pissed. I’m—I’m not pissed. That felt so good,” he whispered.
I couldn’t lie to him, not now. “Yeah,” I said simply. “Yeah, it did.”
He shivered a little, that smile growing. I wrapped my arm under him and held him close, turning us a little onto our sides. The elbow trapped under me felt like it might freeze that way forever, and it ached like a bitch.
Who fucking cared. Chris snuggled back into my chest, his ass rubbing over my cock again.
“If you really feel bad about it, you can give me a pass on the whole skipping class and turning off my phone and messing with your head thing,” he said. “I mean, you already spanked me, anyway.”
“I do feel bad about it.”
Chris laid his hand on my arm where I had it wrapped around his torso, stroking me with his fingers.
“Don’t. That was like, the hottest thing that ev—it was pretty hot. Don’t be sorry. I can’t believe you…” He swallowed hard. “You must really be hard up,” he said, his voice small. “That girl I saw you with. She wasn’t interested?”
Girl? It took me a minute to rewind the day and remember. The afternoon felt like years ago. “Who, Nicole?”
“I guess. The blonde.”
“Interested?” What the hell was he talking about? I’d spent fifteen minutes telling her about Dr. Forrester’s grading policies. “Interested in what?”
Chris let out something like a hiss of frustration and elbowed me in the ribs. “Interested in you, Lucas! Duh!”
“You’d have to ask her—wait a second, I must be really hard up? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“If f—fingering me got you off,” he stammered. “You know. I’m a guy. Um. Not a girl?”
I glanced down at the flat, firm muscles of his chest and the flat, slightly less firm muscles of his belly. And beyond that…I could catch a glimpse of his soft cock, his balls, come glistening in the neatly trimmed hair around them. Straight, bony hips. Long legs, dark hair dusting his calves.
It didn’t matter to me. Chris could’ve been blue, purple, or a werewolf.
I hugged him tighter. “I know what you are. You’re Chris.”You’re mine. Where the fuck had that thought come from?
“Not really the point,Lucas.”
I dug my fingers into his ribs for that little twist of sarcasm, and he thrashed and giggled. His ass pressed into my groin again. My cock had been totally soft, but it gave a twitch.
Fuck. I had to let go of him.
