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He shoved me farther back on the table, one palm pressed up on the wall behind me. “You’re mad because I wasn’t there. For you. Not Trevor.”

“Well, you weren’t.” I shrugged.

“I had shit going on. Been doing something.”

“So did Trevor. The kid was fucking terrified.”

His hand moved off the wall and slammed onto the table. Beside my thigh. I flinched. More out of surprise than fear.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Alvy.” He sighed.

“You didn’t.”

“You jumped.”

“Because you slammed your hand two inches from my dick and not in the fun way, ass-face.”

His eyes flicked down. Just once. A mistake, because I caught it.

My smile came back in full force. “Like what you see, DeeDee? I can make him dance for you.”

His gaze snapped to mine. “Don’t fucking start. I was making sure I didn’t hit you.”

“Very thoughtful.”

“Alvin.”

“You keep saying my name like it’s gonna shut me up.”

“I’m starting to wish it would,” he muttered.

“Liar.”

Dee’s nostrils flared and I leaned closer, slipping my hand into his shorts and pulling his cock out.

“Say you don’t want me,” I whispered.

He moaned and made a half-hearted attempt to pull away, only to stop and think better of it. “No.”

I laughed and leaned forward until I could lick the slit of his head, tasting the precum already beading there. “Exactly.”

“No, I’m not doing this with you, Alvy. Stop.”

“You already did. In the locker room. Why’s this different?”

“That was stupid. So was kissing you.”

I covered the hurt with a cocky grin and a few extra-long strokes that had Dee panting. I was getting very fucking good at this. “So stupid your dick is weeping to do it again?”

“Yes.” His eyes rolled back in his head, and I shoved him off me. Hard. He barely rocked backwards.

“Fuck you, Dee.”

“This is exactly what I mean! This is all a game to you, Alvin. You don’t think about what it means outside here.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“I know you,” he insisted.