I drew in a deep breath, then made my way to the door and peeked inside.
The room was a mess, clothes and books and random stuff littering the floor and every surface. The main light was off, but the strings of Christmas lights near the ceiling illuminated the small space.
“You’re cuter than I thought you would be.”
A guy stood near the desk.
He was cute too. Messy black hair that reminded me of those emo band covers Dec was obsessed with, pale skin, and a lanky, lean body all dressed in black. His features were pleasant, and he was my age, maybe a little younger.
Perfect.
“Close the door.”
I stepped into the room and did as he said.
“You look like you’re going to pass out.” He quirked an eyebrow as he came closer.
“No.” I cleared my throat. “I’m fine.”
“Sure you are.” He smirked and whipped off his shirt in one fluid movement.
Welp, that answered that question. This was a get-in, get-out kinda situation. Literally.
“You going to keep your clothes on?” He pulled open his pants and shoved them down.
“N-no.” I tore my eyes from his black briefs and took off my shirt.
Please don’t let him see that my hands are shaking.
“How do you want to do this?” He reached into his briefs and stroked his dick.
“Um, on the bed?”
He gave me a look that clearly saidduh.
“Maybe from behind?”
Not looking at him was a good idea. I didn’t need the added stress of having to watch him as he fucked me.
“’K. Get ready.”
He pulled his dick out and reached for something on his desk.
Lube. He’d grabbed a bottle of lube.
“Um…”
“What?” He slicked up his dick, flicking his eyes up to mine.
“You forgot the condom. I have one if you—"
“I’m on PReP.”
That was awesome for him, but he did realize that HIV wasn’t the only STI out there, right?
“We agreed on condoms.”
“I don’t like them.” He tossed the lube bottle aside. “I’m negative.”