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He’s leaking already, and I use the wetness to slick my hand, making each stroke smoother, easier.

His hips buck into my hand, and he bites down on his lower lip to keep from making noise.

I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear. “You’re so fucking hard for me, baby.”

He whimpers.

I stroke him faster now, my hand moving in a steady rhythm, and I can feel him getting closer.

His breathing is ragged, his hands gripping the armrests, and I know he’s trying so hard to stay quiet.

I slow down, teasing him, my thumb circling his crown.

“Lucien,” he gasps. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop.”

I smile and pick up the pace again, stroking him harder, faster, my hand twisting slightly at the top.

His whole body tenses, and I know he’s right there.

I lean down and take him into my mouth just as he comes.

He makes a choked sound, and I lick him clean.

I tuck him back into his jeans and zip him up.

He’s staring at me, his eyes wide, his chest heaving.

“You okay?” I ask, smirking.

He nods, still too stunned to speak.

I lean back in my seat and watch the movie as if nothing happened.

After a few minutes, I glance at him. “You hungry?”

He blinks. “The movie’s not over.”

“I’ve seen it a million times,” I say. “Let’s get food.”

“Okay.”

The burger place is busy but not packed, and we snag a booth in the back.

Cameron orders a cheeseburger and fries. I order the same.

While we wait for our food, we talk about our time at St. Silas.

“So, at St. Silas,” I say, leaning back in the booth, “the year before you got there, they organized this massive tracking competition. My team got completely lost. We ended up miles off course in the glen, and instead of panicking, we just decided to explore. That’s when we found the abandoned stone cottage. When we finally made it back to the finish line, we were dead last, but it didn’t matter.”

Cameron is smiling, listening intently.

“Do you remember,” he asks, “the first year I was there the entire school got snowed in during winter term? Like, completely snowed in—no one could leave for three days?”

I grin. “Yeah, I remember. Headmaster Mactavish basically gave up trying to enforce the rules. Pure chaos.”