Noel

Tal smiled awkwardly and turned to leave. He lingered for a moment, as if unsure of what to say to me, then clutched his backpack strap and hurried off. I watched him go, eying his slim body as he left. He wore his clothes relatively tight fitting, revealing a nice, round little butt, but otherwise a slender frame. I liked what I saw of the shape of his arms. Sleek. If the men I was used to were lions and tigers, Tal was a bit more like a cheetah. A cheetah with little bumps in his shirt that might’ve indicated nipple piercings. I puffed on my cigarette idly, not exactly sure I’d run into him again anytime soon. It was a relatively small campus, with a relatively small student body, so the odds weren’t that bad. I knew he lived over at House Holiday, but getting myself invited to a party, or hanging out around there felt a little stalkerish to me. That really wasn’t my game.

I snuffed the cigarette and strolled into the building, half-hoping I’d run into him again the hallway, but half-hoping I wouldn’t to avoid the awkwardness of that second encounter in a brief span of time. I strolled into the classroom, scanning the room in case he was there, and slid into an open seat towards the middle of the room.

“Jones!” I turned my head to see one of my housemates, Lockhart, waving. I gave a smile and nod, and made no real effort to move over to him. Taking that as his cue, he scooted over into the desk next to mine. Lockhart was a short little cutie. Wiry frame, just the right dustings of hair in the right places, a nice scruffy beard and short close cut hair. He fit the “otter” definition to a tee.

“I’m so happy we have a class together.” He grinned, nudging me from across the little aisle. “Means so quality ‘study’ time together, yeah?”

I laughed softly, pushing him back to his desk. I knew ‘study’ time with Lockhart, and, honestly, I did enjoy the feeling of him cuffing me to the bed and allowing him to ‘study’ my body as he pleased. A few late night practicums on shibari and kinbaku were always enjoyable as well, and I daresay we’d gotten quite good at binding one another.

With the advent of class starting, the room quickly filled up, with only a few empty seats here and there. As the professor, a charming lady named Professor Eleanor Samuels took the lectern to begin the day’s discussion on “Master and Margarita”. As I reviewed my mental notes, I was mentally prepping my topic for what would undoubtedly be our first paper; I loved the character of Behemoth, the talking cat, and was desperately seeking a way to write an analysis of him, but had no idea which lens to use.

A few minutes into class, someone bustled into the door, and all eyes looked up. There, in the frame, stood my new friend Tal, panting and leaning against the doorframe.

“Mr. Morris, I presume?” Professor Samuels smiled, winningly. He nodded breathlessly, and I couldn’t help but admire the healthy flush in his cheeks, the bits of sweat slipping into his beard, and the way his chest heaved as he took in his great heavy breaths. I really did like what I saw.

“Uh huh. Sorry, I couldn’t find the classroom.”

“No worries, Mr. Morris. It’s only natural. Though now you know where to find it, I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

Professor Samuels was the sort of woman who never seemed to be perturbed by anything. She wasn’t a particularly strict disciplinarian, but discipline was nothing compared to the guilt trip of her “I’m disappointed in you” face.

Tal (Morris, apparently), shuffled awkwardly through the seats, ignoring a few idiotic jeers from his fellow students, until he sat down in the seat formerly occupied by Lockhart.

“Huh, transfer student?” Lockhart raised an eyebrow at me.

“Cute, though.” I said offhandedly, idly tapping my pen against my book. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Flynn wrinkle his nose playfully out of the corner of my eye.

“You should chat him up. Maybe some study time with him. Ehhh? Ehhh?”

I resisted the urge to throw my pen at him. Knowing my aim, I would’ve probably missed and struck Tal, somehow murdering him on his first day in Russian Lit. Of course, if this was actually some sort of strange rom-com scenario, hitting him would, in fact, be beneficial. In order for it to be a romantic comedy, we probably had to ‘meet-cute’ about four more times. By the third meet cute, I’d probably have realized that I was, in fact, a romantic comedy, and resigned myself to my fate of forev-

“Mr. Jones?”

“Hmmm?”

“Are you with me? You had your trademarked “gone” look on your face.” She tilted her head, amused at me.

“Y-yeah, yeah. I’m here.” I straightened in my seat, catching both Lockhart and Tal stifling chuckles in the corner of my eye.

“Glad to hear it.” With that, she resumed her lecture. Not that it wasn’t interesting, but I had pulled out my pencil and was sketching. I occasionally glanced over at Tal, watching as his head bobbed earnestly as he listened with rapt attention to the lecture and the discussion points. I felt myself feeling a little flush as I studied the shape of his face. Idly, I transferred it onto the paper, hoping I’d captured the brightness and light in his eyes.

The class ended, and it felt as if no time had passed at all. Lockhart rose from his seat, yawning as he patted me on the butt; his way of saying: “Go get’em, tiger.” I smirked in reply and gently shoved him towards the door before moving over to Tal, who was slowly packing his things.

“So…lunch?”

“Uh…not today.” He gave a little grimace, meeting my eyes. “Sorry, I’ve got to get into a practice room.”

“Shame”, I shrug nonchalantly, “Perhaps another time.” A small smile crosses his face, lighting up his eyes again.

“Yeah. For sure. I’d like that.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” I debate whether or not throwing in a wink. “Can I walk you to your next class?”

“Uh, sure.” He slings his little messenger bag over his shoulder and looks at me expectantly. Without much ado, I lead him out of the classroom, waving to Professor Samuels as we pass. We walk mostly in silence, as I toss around a few questions in my head, weighing whether or not they’d be too cheesy or too direct right off the bat.

“So where do you stay?”

“Oh. House Incubus.” I look over to him, flashing a smile. I watch his expression darken a little, meaning he’d probably already heard stories about the residence.

“I see.” He erases his frown when he catches me looking, and meets my piqued face with a smile. “I’ve heard a thing or two about your place already. Pretty, uh…pretty raunchy huh?”

“Depends on your definition, really. I mean, you’re just as likely to see something ‘raunchy’ as you are to see something mundane.”

“Do you all really walk around naked?” he blinks, that same earnest look in his eyes. There’s no judgement, just genuine curiosity.

“Well, no, contrary to popular belief. We typically at least wear pants, especially if we know someone is stopping by.” I thought about that, and sure, someone stopping by might see two guys going at it, but the one who answered the door was typically wearing something to cover up the naughtiest bits.

“Hmmm…I mean at House Holliday, you typically hear music coming from every corner, so I guess it’s kinda like that…except visual. And with sex.”

“Yeah, kinda like that.” We stopped in front of the building for his next class. Noting the time, we lit up cigarettes and sat on the steps, facing out over a quad.

“In my dorm, we’re all aspiring musicians, so I guess it makes sense…” he mused.

“Are you implying that everyone in my house are aspiring sluts?”

“N-no!” he stammered quickly. I gave him a little punch on the arm to indicate that I was only teasing him.

“Because we all earn our slut certifications by day two.” We laughed, and he did the awkward “lean a little into me to push me playfully” move that I found really quite delightful. I smiled over at him before flicking my cigarette and standing. “See you around.”

“See ya.” He smiled sweetly as I sauntered off. I found myself wishing that he was checking me out as I walked away. His face slowly etched itself into my memory – the slightly receding hairline into the long, wavy brown hair, the way his face crinkled when he smiled, the way his eyes shimmered when he got excited about something. It had been a long time since I had a crush on someone.

As I approached my own class, I saw Lockhart perched, rather precariously, on a railing. He was kicking his legs playfully as he swiped around on his phone. One nudge would’ve potentially sent him sprawling into the bushes behind him. I sidled up to him, leaning on the railing and peering over his phone. Schedules.

“Shaking booty, making coins?”

“You know it.” He grinned, wrapping an arm around me and kissing the top of my head. I beamed up at him and nestled in a little, looking over his schedule. “You working tonight?”

“Yeah. Just an afternoon shift at the bookstore.”

“Makes me real jealous of the other guys, you know?” he made a sort of frown as he stared at his phone “I wish I didn’t have to work for the pocket change.”

“Well, as they say, some of the best things in life are free.” I sighed, idly gazing over a few other students milling about outside the building.

“Speaking of free…I got a little time before my next class…” his hand snaked over and rubbed the small of my back suggestively.

“I read you, Lockhart.” I let out a little smile. Either he hadn’t gotten any on his way out this morning, or he was just wound up, as many of the guys often were. Not that I minded, really. He slid off the banister and walked into the building, with me trailing behind. Scooting through the halls like an excited child, he darted into one of the bathrooms (I could’ve sworn I heard him giggle as he did). I slipped in after him and watched his cute little butt disappear into a stall. Waiting a moment, I opened the door, and he virtually dragged me into a deep kiss. Awkwardly, I fumbled to close the door behind us, and no sooner had I managed to actually fashion it, I felt his hands greedily undoing my belt. As he ran his hands over my member, I quickly spun him around and pinned him to the wall, grinding my hips into him and biting softly on his neck. My hands firmly held his to the cold tile wall as I pressed my body up against him, pinning him there. Biting back his moans, I heard his quickening breath urging me on. I released his hands and reached down, exploring his taut little body underneath mine. I enjoyed the curve and flow of his body, the tight muscles contracted and releasing with each touch. For just a brief moment, I imagined that it was Tal underneath me, but that felt a bit rude…so I shook my head and refocused my thoughts on Lockhart. Before long, I had his shirt off, and was kissing him deeply over his shoulder. My aching boner strained against the fabric of my boxers, and as I reached down, I felt that Lockhart was feeling the same way. Within moments, both of our pants were down, and I was spitting onto my hands, smearing some on his waiting hole.

I was, by no means, of impressive length or girth, but Lockhart (nor any of the guys really) seemed to mind. I slid my arms up under his, rubbing at his chest and abs as he guided me in with his own talented hands. I felt him squirm and adjust to me gently, our breathing syncing up as I entered him, relishing in the feeling of his tight channel accepting me.

My hands grasped and held his body close; even as we tried our best to be silent, I still allowed myself a few muffled moans into his ears. Prior to my time at Oceanside, I’d never have imagined that I would be fucking someone in a public restroom, let alone the fact that he was the fourth man in the same day.

A few times, I slowed my pace, clamping my hand over Lockhart’s mouth, at the sound of someone entering the bathroom. This only seemed to further drive him wild; resisting his body’s needs in favour of keeping it clandestine. I could feel his hips buck back against mine, the tension in his body as he struggled to keep everything contained. When the latest visitor left, I went at it with renewed vigor, clutching him tightly to me and biting down on his lovely neck. He let out a loud, uninhibited cry of pleasure as his body convulsed, his cock firing off ropes of hot seed onto the wall. As I felt his ass clamp down around my own cock, I surrendered to the passion of the moment.

“Fuck, Lockhart…I’m cumming”, I growled in his ear.

“Oh babe.” He groaned softly back at me, “fill me up.”

And as if on command, I slammed home with abandon, pumping my load into him as he leaned back and kissed me. Our soft moans echoed through our mouths as I pumped into him. We stayed there for a moment, panting together. He bent over as I slowly withdrew, and quickly procured a plug from his pants.

“I’m gonna keep that in there” he grinned cheekily at me. Kinky little bastard. “Think I can hold it in all through my next class?”

“Bet you a blowjob you can’t.” I winked as we pulled our clothes back on.

As we exited, we gave each other a quick peck goodbye before heading off to our separate classes. I sighed; it was so easy to slip back into the hyper-sex mode I’d been in in the past four years now. It was easy to go through the motions, and, let’s be honest, it was always downright enjoyable. Though, enjoyment and excitement were two different beasts after all.

***

I watched as Lockhart fell back onto his bed, his cute stomach and chest heaving as he lay there with his eyes closed. Licking my lips, I caught the last little bits of his spunk. Seeing his eyes open to look at me, I gave a little suck on each one of my fingers, just for a little show. He grinned happily at me and patted the bed.

Obliging, I clambered onto the side of the bed and plopped down, once again enjoying the feeling of Lockhart’s body against mine. Smiling adorably, he nuzzled into me, still riding the post-orgasm waves. Perhaps of all the guys in House Incubus, Grady Lockhart was the most insatiable.

“Dude, you’re the best.”

“Nah.” I stroked his head absently, “I’m okay at best. Decent.”

“Naaaaaah” he wrinkled his nose at me, “of all the guys here, you’re my favourite.”

“I literally heard you telling that to Salem just yesterday.” I poked his nose, pushing him back a little.

“He has my favourite dick. As a total package though, you’re definitely #1 on my list.”

We lay there for a bit, washing off the afterglow, when finally I slipped out from his grasp, resting his head gently onto the pillow. Asleep already. What an adorable man.

Allowing myself a languid stretch, I picked up my top and slipped it back on. It was a sort of a…shawl/vest sort of thing. It didn’t bother to cover my chest or my arms, but was nice and long, and flowy. I’ve been told that my clothing style, outside of the school uniform, reeks of “post-apocalypse.” I guess some people thought I was trying to hard; I just never particularly enjoyed symmetrical clothing, nor did I ever really care what people thought of me when it came to petty things like that. Clothing, of all things. The one thing we barely wore in the house.

I made my way back down to the common areas, figuring I could get a snack to take back to my room. I had some more reading to do for class, and I wanted something to munch on that wasn’t another guy’s ass. A few heads craned up to see who was coming down the stairs, and a few waves of greeting ensued, but otherwise, the downstairs was oddly calm. Schoolwork had taken over the evening, and I’m sure the guys would be retiring to their rooms or heading out or any number of things.

All in all, just another typical Monday.

As I grabbed a back of chips and a bottle of water, I heard a knock at the door. The guys looked up at me, then over at the door, curiously. As I was closest, I rolled my eyes at them and moved towards it. Since no one behind me was currently in flagrante delecto, I opened the door wider than usual.

“Oh! Hi Noel!”

Tal stood in the doorway, as if entirely surprised by the sight of me. Or perhaps he was surprised that there wasn’t an orgy happening in front of him.

“Hi Tal.” I leaned against the doorway, slipping my hands into my basketball shorts’ pockets. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Tal’s eyes kept drifting down over my body, which I didn’t particularly mind. I kept my eyes trained on his, though, trying to figure out precisely what he was doing at my doorstep so relatively late in the evening.

“I…wanted to see if you were home.”

“Well” I smiled, indicating myself with a nice sweeping gesture “Here I am.”

“Then…I …have accomplished everything I set out to do I really should be going I’ll catch you in Russian Lit next week.” He stammered, his cheeks flushing a little as he turned to go.

“Hey now.” My smile faded as I stepped out onto the entryway, closing the door behind me. “You came all the way here just to see if I was home?”

“N-no!” Tal hugged himself, blushing, probably feeling immensely awkward. “I just…I just realized that you’re the first…uh…first close thing to a friend I’ve made here, and, I wanted to give you this.”

He fumbled around in his pocket for a moment, and held out a piece of paper.

“Oooooh, gimme dem digits.” I laughed, playfully, deftly plucking them out of his hand and looking at them.

“Text me so I have yours, ok?” Flushing again, he had taken to averting his eyes from me entirely. I reached out and took one of his hands, pulled it to me and wrapped both hands around it.

“Absolutely.” The poor thing looked like he was about to faint, so I let go and took a moment to adjust my vest so it was covering a little more of myself; it didn’t really seem to have an effect…and in that moment, I now felt uncertain as to where his discomfort was coming from. Either he had a crush on me, or he was just super uncomfortable around sex, or anything sexy.

“I’ll see you around.” He met my eyes, letting them linger for a moment. Visibly, he seemed to relax, and so I took the opportunity to pull him in for a hug. For a terse moment, his body tensed, and then he relaxed into me. I took a deep breath, trying to match my breath to his, and suddenly I felt awash with…calm. Something about his smell…earthy, kind, and deeply relaxing.

“I’ve gotta get going.” He muttered softly, pulling out from our embrace. I considered asking him to come back upstairs to my room, but it didn’t quite seem right. Not yet.

“Have a good night.” I gave a little wave, watching him turn and go, just like I had twice already today.

“You too!” he waved over his shoulder as he walked briskly away from House Incubus.