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He chuckled. “And what would your roommate think about that?”

I ran my thumb down the sharp flare of his cockhead, its ridge clear through the taut denim.

“Are you kidding? He’d love to watch.”

Jefferson shook his head, like Adam and I were both ridiculous. Not that his grin faded.

“Or you could have me here,” I suggested. Feeling bold, and blunt, and if I was blushing with it - cheeks burning at my daring, my forcefulness - then at least the dim light that made it into the truck hid some of that. Might let me seem all the more brave to my team captain, as I stroked him and waited for him to stroke me.

He looked around us, pointedly. “Outside your dorm, where anyone could walk past and see?”

It was a terrible idea, I didn’t need him to point that out to me. But then so was getting up on stage, and dancing, and stripping, and jerking off in front of a room full of strangers.

“We could be fast,” I suggested.

Jefferson sighed. “I don’t want fast, lil bro. I want to take my time with you. I want to hear you whimper, and moan, and finally beg for it.” He leaned in, pushing his face into the crook of my neck. “Every time I ruin you, I want it to be a memory you’ll never forget.”

Funny, how you could be so utterly turned on by something, and also so frustrated by what it implied.

“So you’re making me wait.” I knew already what the answer to that would be.

His fingers eased around the back of my head. Pulling me in close; our kiss softer the second time around, less frantic. Still, my lips tingled when we finally separated.

“It’s been a long day, lil bro. And you did good, you know that, right? So fucking good.”

I tried not to pout. Failed.

“So good, and yet no reward.”

His thumb brushed my lips, then passed across again. Pushing between them, until the pad was resting on my tongue.

Instinctively, I started to suck.

“You’ll get your reward, Eoin,” Jefferson promised. “And waiting will make it feel so much better.”

I knew he was right. That was the problem with seniors; they so often seemed to know the truths it took my brain longer to catch up to.

He pulled his thumb out of my mouth, then patted my cheek, gently.

“Bedtime, lil bro. We’ve got practice tomorrow night, remember?”

I made a face, not bothering to hide my grumpiness. “Oh great, so Coach will ride my ass, but you won’t.”

Jefferson laughed. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

Chapter Ten

The cold had gone from bracing to just plain uncomfortable by the time I made it to my room. Hand very nearly shaking as I tapped my keycard and pushed the door open.

Adam looked up from the spread of textbooks across his bed.

“The famous exotic dancer returns.”

I gave him a look I hoped counted as withering. It was probably undermined somewhat by my shiver.

“So?”

I took in his expectant look. “So, what?”