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Suddenly, wrapping myself in his sheets doesn’t seem like enough. I get up, walk over to his dresser, and pick out my favorite pair of his boxers. They’re simple. Cobalt plaid. Someone not infatuated with Mason would merely see a pair of underwear. They wouldn’t understand that I love this specific pair so much because they’re the exact color of his eyes.

The same eyes I picture staring up at me while his knees are tucked into his chest as I pound into his ass over and over again.

As my cock pulsates painfully, I pull his sheets back. Lying down once again, I throw his comforter over me. Beneath it, I wrap his boxers around my cock and stroke myself while picturing his lips around my balls.

I envision my thumb in his mouth as he sucks it like it’s my dick. His back arched, allowing me to drive farther into his ass while he’s on all fours in front of me. Drool slithering down the corner of his mouth as he deep-throats my cock.

I picture all the things I’m going to do to him and make him do to me once I finally get him on his knees.

And I will.

I come hard as a loud grunt reverberates around our room. Fuck. I think this is the hardest I’ve ever come before in my entire life.

And not a moment too soon.

Suddenly, the doorknob jiggles as someone tries to enter the room.

Shit.

Whoever it is pounds on the door.

“Cole, it’s me.” Mason’s voice sounds from the other side. “Open up.”

With an evil grin, I pull his comforter off and take my time getting out of his bed. My hand is still firmly wrapped around my cock, holding the cum-filled boxers in place. I’m not sure why he isn’t using his key, but I’m thankful for the time it gives me to put his bedding back together and mix his boxers in with the rest of his dirty laundry.

I pull a pair of my own boxers on, along with a t-shirt, and I finally walk to the door to unlock it. With an irritated glare, he stands in the doorway, hands full of grocery bags.

I choose to ignore that fact.

“We have keys for a reason, Haywood.” I stand in front of him, arms crossed, not letting him through.

“Fuck off.” He pushes past me, into the room. I turn and wait for him to notice something out of place, but I did a pretty good job covering my tracks. I return to my bed and watch him over the top of my computer as he puts his food away.

Finally, he turns and shoots me with a look.

“What the fuck was that today? In the library?”

I shrug. “I know a pretty face when I see one. Just shooting my shot.”

“Listen… I don’t know what the fuck game you’re trying to play here. But I’m not playing it with you. Leave Avery alone, got it?”

Standing, I meet him, toe to toe, in the middle of the room.

“Or what?” My eyes don’t waver from his. My cock twitches as his scent swirls in my nose.

We’re so close our pecs nearly graze one another.

“What are you going to do to me, Haywood?” I lick my lips before pulling the bottom one through my teeth.

Leaning ever so slightly into him, I can feel his rapidly increasing breath on my neck as his eyes move back and forth between mine.

Neither one of us says anything, but I adjust my once-again hard-and-aching cock. A motion he definitely notices, as his eyes shift to my hands.

I watch with rapt interest as his resolve slowly crumbles away. I could take him right here, but I don’t.

Instead, I reply, “That’s what I thought.” Smirking, I return to my bed.

I won’t strike yet. I want to, fuck do I. But I can’t.