that he was going to be shirtless next to Devon in bed was a whole other matter. “Well, it depends on the guy. You’re a big dude. If you’re topping, you could still crush a smaller guy under your weight.”
Hunter went to their bedroom door and locked it, a thoughtful look on his face. “Is that what you do? Top?”
Devon eyed him carefully as he took off his own jacket and laid it over the back of the desk chair. He was used to having these kinds of conversations with Hunter. The guy wasn’t afraid to ask questions. But having this kind of conversation right before they were going to sleep in the same bed had Devon’s dick perking up and paying attention. Not good.
“I’ve done both, but I prefer to top.” He turned his back and hurriedly shucked his jeans before climbing under the blankets. At least if he got hard, he could hide it that way. “I can be kind of a control freak.”
“You?” Hunter feigned a shocked expression. “No.”
“Shut up.”
“If you fuck anything like you managed that group project in econ class, I’m scared for your dates.”
He laughed. “Hey, we got an A on that project.”
“’Cause we were all terrified of getting anything less for you. Figured you’d take us out to the whipping post or something.”
“You might’ve enjoyed that. You did say you like it rough.”
Flashes of Hunter tied up and bared for a kinky beating flickered through Devon’s mind, and he nearly groaned aloud. This was so not going to work. He had to get the fantasy reel in check or he was going to be tenting the goddamned sheets for all to see.
Hunter snorted and climbed under the covers, the weight of him depressing the bed and instantly making it warmer. He turned on his side to face him and propped his head on his elbow. “Hey, I really don’t care that we’re doing this, but it’s probably best we don’t mention it to the other guys.”
Devon swallowed. It’d be so fucking easy to reach out and pull Hunter down to him, to taste that full bottom lip, to show him exactly what the word top meant. He smirked instead. “No shit. There was butter involved. The jokes would be endless.”
Hunter gave him an easy smile. “Good night, butterballs.”
Devon smacked his lips. “Smooches, lover.”
Hunter rolled away and clicked off his bedside lamp. “And don’t steal my covers.”
“Never.” Devon wrapped the blanket around him and turned his back to Hunter, willing his body not to react to the guy’s scent, the fact that he was half naked next to him, or the knowledge that Hunt preferred rough sex.
He would not think of those things.
Would not.
His cock went hard.
Fuck.
This was going to be a long night.
Chapter 5
College
Devon woke up in the early-morning hours with an arm around his waist and Hunter’s morning wood pressed against his ass. Jesus. Devon went hard instantly, despite the fact that he couldn’t take Hunter’s erection personally. The guy was asleep. It was the morning. Wood happened.
He should move. He should adjust, roll over, something. He coughed.
Hunter shifted behind him and his breathing changed—awake breathing.
Damn, he hadn’t meant to wake him up, just wanted him to move. Devon tensed, bracing for the freak-out, but after a few seconds, Hunter simply rolled onto his back. “Sorry. You up?”
The question surprised him. He figured Hunter was going to play it off like he was still sleeping, so Devon went with his safety net—humor. “Not as up as your dick.”
He grunted. “Yeah, my bad. I’m used to hugging a pillow at night, and I think I was dreaming. Didn’t mean to . . . you know. “