Noel

Sunlight danced behind my eyelids, stirring me ever so gently awake. I looked over at the clock on Evans’ nightstand. 8:23. The alarm on my phone wasn’t set to go off for a bit, as my first class wasn’t even until 10:00. As I shifted gently, I felt a warm arm snake around my body, pulling me into a waking embrace.

“Morning Noelani.” I heard his voice softly mutter.

“Morning, Milo.” I settled in, feeling Evans’ warm chest pressed up against mine. I felt his nose and lips nuzzle into the crook of my neck, giving soft little kisses. Most importantly, I felt the signs of a stirring cock as it rested against my ass.

“And good morning to you too.” I muttered, wiggling slightly against his growing erection.

“He can’t help it.” Evans’ sleepy smile slowly appeared in my periphery. “You just smell so damn good in the morning.”

That wasn’t something I could readily believe. Knowing full well that I reeked of last night’s sex, as well as the inevitable sweat-stank that came from sharing a bed with another man, I figured I smelled horrible.

Slowly rotating myself, I rested my head on the pillow, smiling at my current bedmate. Leaning in, I gave him a little kiss, but insistently, he pulled me in for a hungrier one, grinding his hips against mine. Reaching down, I slipped my fingers around his cock, eliciting a soft hum, and slowly ran them along the length. He chuckled softly, his hands slowly coming to life as they explored my back, tracing along the curves and contours, making me melt more than a little into his embrace.

“Mmmm…” he sighed, opening his eyes and smiling at me “Wanna fuck that gorgeous ass of yours.”

I slowly rolled over on top of him, straddling his hips. Wiggling and positioning myself, I managed to lift his cock, now at full attention, between my cheeks. Lazily, he reached over and grabbed the lube, handing it to me. Without breaking eye contact, I squeezed some onto my hand, and reached back, slicking both of us up.

“Damn.” I heard from the doorway. Not bothering to turn my head, I recognized the voice of one of the freshmen from yesterday. “Y’all start every morning like that?”

“Eh” I shrugged nonchalantly, “If the mood strikes us.”

“Care to join us, Turner?” Evans smiled from around me, waving good morning.

“Uh...yeah” 

And in just a moment, I felt a pair of hands slipping around my chest, new and eager. I felt his excited kisses on my neck, and slowly craned to give him more access.

“I’ve been thinking about the two of you since that first night.” He muttered, reaching down and guiding Evans’ slicked member into me. I gave nothing but a slow moan in reply, arching my back and leaning against Riley Turner’s body. I felt a shuddering breath pass through his body as he wrapped me gently in his arms. 

Evans pumped languidly up into me, not feeling the need to rush anything. I kept focus on his eyes, at least until mine involuntarily rolled back in pleasure. Evans’ long dick felt amazing, as always, and he continued to stroke away inside me, allowing me to really feel each inch of him as Turner held me doggedly in place. Evans, as if guided by my moans, planted his feet against the bed and really began to thrust up into me, his hands running up and down along my body, sometimes clasping with Turner’s. The sensation of these two men caressing my body had eased me into a gentle bliss; my eyes closed, my throat purring and moaning, my mind rolling.

“Fuck...I’m close.”

Evans cocked an eyebrow at me, as if to say “already?”. Instead of looking displeased, he determinedly pounded upwards into me. I felt his long cock throbbing inside me, rubbing my prostate as he bottomed out in me over and over and over. Turner, feeling my body tense against his, reached down and began to stroke my aching member, biting and suckling at my neck, which would undoubtedly leave a mark given his enthusiasm.

With a gasp and a long series of excited moans, I spilled my seed all over Evans’ beautiful abs, and he slowed down so that I could get off the ride. Gently removing myself, I flopped onto the bed for a moment to catch my breath, and watched as Turner leaned forward to clean up my juices from his upperclassmen’s body. Without any ado, he positioned himself over Evans and swiftly replaced me. 

As the two moaned and groaned, getting lost in one another, I extracted myself from Evans’ bed and made my way to the shower. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Salem were waiting there for me...but thankfully, he was not. I didn’t have that much time. I showered quickly, changed into my uniform, and quickly left, before drawing the attention of anyone else.

***

I stood outside the Landover Building, puffing idly on a cigarette and lingering those few final moments before class would start. Gazing out across the pathways and the rolling, grassy areas, I spotted a few familiar faces, but no one really actively drawing my attention. I half-hoped that I would catch sight of Tal, with his hurried gait, undoubtedly a bit lost as he searched desperately for his next class.

But alas, perhaps some other lucky soul had had the fortune of helping the transfer out today.

It wasn’t until I turned around that I saw him emerging from the building, instinctively reaching into his pocket for his pack. As he approached the smoking area, distractedly, I held out my hand with my lighter and flicked on the little flame.

“Oh Jesus!” he jumped, startled as the fire came to life in front of him. Laughing, I flicked it for him again, giving him a little wink. He smiled back at me as he lit up his cigarette, and I felt a little warmth wash over me as his eyes met mine. Even as he anxiously looked away, I still felt that nice little tingle under my skin, but it quickly found itself replaced with a little worry.

“You okay?”

“Fine!” he chirped, forcing a smile. Then, for a moment, his eyes lingered on the little spot on my neck where Turner had left his mark, and shifted uncomfortably. “You?”

“Doing well.” My eyes flicked in the direction of my neck, “Ah, I have a hickey?”

“Yeah.” he swallowed.

“A little morning fun.” I shrugged

“...yeah.” He repeated, in a tone that I really couldn’t quite read. “I should get going. Thanks for the light. Good to see you.”

“See you around.” I waved, watching him go yet again. Sighing, I rubbed out the dying butt into the ashtray and turned and strolled into the building.

***

I found it very difficult to concentrate on the classwork. I twiddled my pen idly, scratching down the occasional note, but I found that mind continued to linger on Tal. It seemed an odd sensation, given that the extent of our knowing one another was two happenstance encounters, and one interesting, albeit awkward, exchange at the door of my dorm. Yet, I could get him out of my head; the way the lines next to his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the bright look on his eyes when he first say me, even the strange way his expression would darken if he spent more than a few seconds in my company. Three times, and already I felt like I could write a novel about his appearance alone.

I enjoyed the way he held himself; there was something cute about the way he carried his stress. Like he would fall apart at any moment if someone blew on him the wrong way, but would resolutely pull himself together, plaster on his smile, and continue onwards. I found myself really wanting to see what was behind that smile. And, to be fair, I wanted to see what was under those clothes. I allowed myself a faint smile at the thought. It was so easy to imagine sliding his shirt off, watching for the faint blush as he avoided eye contact out of shyness. I could imagine the tender way in which he would touch me. Although I also toyed with the idea that perhaps being naked transformed him into a wild man; his little, wirey frame bursting forth with sexual hunger as he pinned me down with surprising might. I wanted to fight back against his onslaught, of course, but only to make it harder for him to conquer me.

Just like that, I was hard at my desk.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, pasting an attentive look on my face.

More than all of that, I thought...I found that the strangest thought penetrating my mind was that I wanted nothing more than to see him genuinely smile.