“It’s the thought that counts.”
“Fucking Hallmark card,” he says, and I chuckle, turning over with a wince and pulling him onto me. He sprawls out languidly and then his face is right above mine.
“How’s your back now, handsome?”
“Still hurts,” I say and Emery pouts, his bottom lip stuck out like he’s a toddler. I press my thumb against it and then cup his jaw.
“You make me so happy,” I say and pressing my mouth to his. “God, I haven’t smiled this much in ages. Never stop being you.”
“Yeah?” he asks, looking suddenly shy.
“Yeah, Em.”
He wiggles on top of me, and I run a hand through his hair. I can feel his hard cock pressed against my hip and I kiss the tip of his nose.
“I want you to move into my room,” Em blurts and then flushes so adorably. “Like I want it to beourroom. I mean we sleep in it every night anyway, and it makes sense. I don’t like sleeping without you.”
“I’d like that.”
Yeah, I would. I want to wake up next to him for the foreseeable future. I love having him in my arms, the way he always tucks himself into me. Love that I can be there for him when he wakes up frightened.
“How much longer until the food comes?” he asks.
“They said an hour, so probably like thirty more minutes.”
“Okay.”
I can see his pupils dilating and hear the way his breath stutters as he exhales. He’s not doing anything but just lounging on me and he’s ready to go. Fuck, he’s cute.
I huff another small laugh. “Okay, Em, come here. Give me your dick. I’ll jack you off while we wait.”
He stares at me for a split second, almost as if he’s processing my words, and then in a flash he’s straddling my chest.
His hands fumble with the zipper on his jeans and he’s pulling himself out.
“Oh, thank god. On your face, yeah? Or maybe your mouth….” His words trail off when I wrap my hand around him and he moans loudly.
“Or whatever works,” he stutters, and I bite back a smile.
* * *
“Mag,” I say with a nod, pulling out a chair at the campus coffee shop at our college. Our class just ended for the day and Magnus cornered me. He’d just pointed to the coffee shop and glowered. I’d been helpless to do anything but follow him there.
“Why hello there, long-lost best friend. Long time, no see. Where have you been? Because I only see you in class or when you’re sneaking away to your car. Oh, let me guess, you have no time for me because you’ve been fucking that stepbrother of yours?”
I flush and Mag leans toward me, realization dawning on his face.
“Do. Not. Even,” he says, watching me and then his voice lowers. “No. Fucking. Way.”
“Stop it,” I mutter and press my hands to my flaming cheeks. How can this dude read me so well? It’s ridiculous. I don’t even need to say anything, and he knows that I’m taking it right up the ass. This guy is scary.
“Well, I did not see that coming,” Mag says with a smirk. “It’s fun though, right? Feel just like a Thanksgiving turkey sometimes, huh?” He waggles his eyebrows at me, and I groan, looking away from him.
“Do not compare it to that, Jesus. What is wrong with you?”
He giggles and then says, “I am always open to any questions you may have. I happen to be very good at it.” He glances at his phone. “We have some time before I need to go home, so ask away.”
“I am not asking you any questions about that.”