by JS Harker
“Does that cause a problem?”
“Um, not exactly. I’m not sure if I’m ready for you to see me naked.”
Ah, Derek was one of the modest humans. Flynn wasn’t surprised. “Which bed is yours?”
Derek pointed to the bed with a star-covered comforter beside the desk with a laptop. Flynn kicked off his shoes, set his coat on the corner of Derek’s bed, and lay down. It smelled so human, with traces of Derek’s scent.
He closed his eyes. “I’ll stay like this until you’re done.”
“Okay. Should only take a minute.”
Clothes rustled, and a drawer under Flynn opened and shut. Then more fabric rustled. There was a shift in the light and the soft scent of Derek’s cologne as the bed dipped on the side far from the wall.
“You know, I gave you permission for curing sleep with kisses, but I don’t have yours.”
Flynn grinned, hope tugging his lips. Consent mattered to Derek, and he remembered what he’d said under magic’s influence and wanted to reinforce it. Derek might believe in magic still.
“You can definitely kiss me to wake me.”
Derek kissed him. His lips were gentle, tentative. Flynn brushed his lips across Derek’s and put his hands on his shoulders, drawing him in. Derek climbed over him, putting a knee between Flynn’s legs and bracing his arms on either side of him. They weren’t quite touching anywhere but their lips and Flynn’s hands on him.
Their kiss was like a shy question. Flynn ran his hand up into Derek’s hair and lightly cupped the back of his head as they kept kissing. He wanted to taste Derek. To explore every inch. His cock hardened, and he shifted so the growing bulge pressed into Derek’s knee.
Derek made a tiny noise as he broke off the kiss. Tiny little puffs of hot air brushed against Flynn’s cheek. “Forgot to breathe.”
Flynn opened his eyes. Derek’s cheeks were bright once more, the amber in his eyes practically glowing. “You can forget?”
“Don’t you ever get caught up in stuff?” Derek asked as he settled onto the bed beside Flynn. Their bodies were pressed against each other, Derek’s front along Flynn’s side. His cock had hardened some and it sat heavy against Flynn.
“I’m not sure anything has ever taken my breath away.” Flynn nipped at Derek’s lips as he rolled on his side to face him. “We should keep trying.”
Derek wrapped an arm around Flynn. “I’m okay with that.”
They kissed again, first with Derek parting his lips for Flynn’s exploration, and then Flynn doing so when Derek pushed toward him. Derek squirmed in tiny delicious ways, like he was too excited to stay still. Too excited because of Flynn. Flynn was eager for him too. Winter fey were chilled, which was exciting, and Summer fey were almost too hot to touch. Derek had a steady warmth and a pulse Flynn could feel in the right places. He wondered if his dick would be as warm, if his pulse would cause him to visibly throb.
But Derek didn’t want Flynn to see under his clothes yet. He was shy, uncertain. Flynn longed to touch more of him.
Well, Flynn didn’t have to see what he touched.
Flynn broke off their kiss so he could gaze into Derek’s eyes. They were wide, and his cheeks were flushed. Flynn memorized the details and then deliberately closed his eyes.
“Why’d you do that?” Derek whispered.
“You said you weren’t ready to be seen.” Flynn shifted, pushing Derek to lie down more. It took some maneuvering on the small bed, but Flynn didn’t land any body parts in any of Derek’s soft spots.
He pulled up Derek’s sweatshirt. Navigating through touch, he moved down and kissed Derek’s stomach. Tiny hairs brushed against his nose. Flynn kept kissing him. The slightest tremble went through Derek.
Maybe the game wasn’t funny to him. Flynn hesitated. “I can stop.”
“Don’t stop,” Derek said. “I like it. It’s just—I just—you know you’re ridiculously hot, right? And I’m not?”
Flynn frowned. He wished he could open his eyes, but he wasn’t quite sure how Derek would respond with his stomach exposed. There seemed to be some problem with nudity. His right ear twitched. Nope. He couldn’t figure out what he’d done wrong or what human custom he’d landed in the middle of this time.
“Derek, I find you attractive.”
“Because you haven’t seen me naked yet.”
As if somehow his bare skin would take away the beauty in his brown eyes or his shy smiles. Flynn kissed him once more, then asked, “May I?”
Derek’s breathing was shallower. Flynn could feel each little puff of warm air brushing past his ear, the tremor in Derek’s body beneath him. “I-I guess.”
Flynn opened his eyes. He had only pushed up Derek’s sweatshirt enough to expose his stomach. A line of short, dark hairs went over the gentle slope of his stomach, stretching from his groin upward. There were a few lines in his skin, some sort of scarring Flynn didn’t recognize. Very few fey had any kind of scars, and he wondered what’d caused these. But Derek had a wide, fearful look in his eyes that shifted toward some kind of sad resolution. Flynn would ask another time.
“I don’t understand why you’re nervous,” Flynn said.
“I’m not ripped like you.”
“Ripped?”
Derek frowned. “I don’t have washboard abs.”
Another phrase that meant nothing to Flynn, but finding out was too distracting. He slid his hand inside Derek’s sweatshirt. His hair continued up and spread across his chest. When Flynn pinched his nipple, Derek gasped. Flynn pushed up the sweatshirt farther. Still nothing he didn’t like.
“I think you’re overthinking it,” Flynn said. He moved his mouth closer to Derek’s chest.
“I’m not. Guys who look like me are the weird sidekick, maybe. We don’t get to be—ah!”
Flynn flicked his tongue over Derek’s nipple a few more times. Each time brought a little gasp and squirm from Derek. Derek’s sweatpants made his erection obvious instead of hiding it. Flynn ran his hand over it, and Derek bucked into him. Oh, he liked that. He stroked Derek through the material again, and Derek clamped a hand down on his shoulder and groaned as he thrust up.
Flynn teased his finger along Derek’s waistband and then dragged it down. Derek wore nothing underneath the sweatpants, and his dick lay semihard against his leg. At least in one respect, fey were not so different from humans. Flynn traced his fingers down Derek’s length.
Derek put a hand over his mouth and muffled his moan.
Flynn gently took Derek’s hand away from his mouth. “Is there some reason to hide?”
“People will hear me if you keep—ah! Flynn. Talking. Could you wait to do that?”
Flynn smirked and licked Derek’s nipple once more anyway. “Okay. Talk.”
“Someone’s going to hear me if I don’t cover my mouth.”
“But you’re an adult.” Flynn wrapped his hand around the base of Derek’s shaft.
“Y-yeah.”
“And you like what I’m doing.”
Derek shuddered as Flynn stroked him. He panted and nodded.
“Does the idea of someone overhearing you dampen your pleasure?” Flynn rolled his thumb across Derek’s tip and went down his shaft slowly.
Derek was sweating and clutching his bedspread tightly. His cock hardened with each stroke until it stood on its own. Flynn kissed his way down Derek’s stomach.
“What are you doing?”
“I thought that was obvious,” Flynn said. “I want to taste you. I would figure out if you want others to hear or not. Or tell me to stop.”
Derek’s eyes went wide and stayed that way as Flynn put his mouth around him. For a moment he froze in place, not even seeming to breathe. Then he grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt and stuck it in his mouth.
So Derek liked to have his pleasure in secret. Flynn adored that. He slid down around Derek’s erection and licked his way back up. After a few times, he tasted salt, and Derek thrust up to meet him. Despite the sweatshirt, Derek m
oaned and groaned loudly. Flynn licked, sucked, and teased him until Derek writhed and arched into him.
Derek yanked the sweatshirt out of his mouth. “F-Flynn, I’m going to come.”
Flynn moaned around Derek.
Derek clutched Flynn’s shoulder. “F-Flynn!”
Derek’s seed was hot and salty. Flynn sucked on him until no more came out.
In the aftermath of his passion, Derek was a glorious sight. Half-undressed and completely undone, he lay back against the bed with a lustful look in his eyes. His dark hair was damp on his forehead, and he pushed his sweaty hair out of his face as he watched Flynn closely. He seemed almost sated but unsure what to do next.
Flynn had plenty of ideas for both of them. His cock strained against his jeans, and as he moved to kiss Derek, he pressed the fullness against his leg. Derek gasped, and Flynn took the advantage and slipped his tongue into his mouth. More squirming. Flynn loved how Derek couldn’t stay still.
Were humans as free with their bodies as the fey? Flynn wasn’t sure. He pressed kisses to the place behind Derek’s ear and down into the crook of his neck. His sweat smelled and tasted lightly of salt.
Flynn would keep an eye out for signs of distress, for unwillingness. He would stop if Derek wanted. Until then, he wanted to explore. He ran his hands down and curved them around Derek’s ass. There was so much cloth in the way still, but Flynn tugged Derek against him anyway. Derek latched on to his shoulders, his breathing more ragged than before. He groaned as Flynn nipped at his neck.
The lock clicked, and the door opened. A young man walked through, staring at his phone. “Hey, Derek, you here?”
Chapter Seven
FLYNN was so going to fuck him, and Derek was down for that. He enjoyed each touch of his cool lips against his too-hot skin. He was about to reach for Flynn’s jeans or his shirt or anything to get him naked when the door opened.
His mind snapped from heady lust to full-blown panic so fast he didn’t hear the first words out of Javi’s mouth. His roommate was back. Of course his roommate was back in time to see him sweaty, messy, and about to get laid. He managed to pull his sweatpants over his cock as he pushed Flynn off him.
“Javi! Get out!” Derek tugged down his sweatshirt and pushed his roommate out of the door. He shut and locked it, settling his back against it in case Javi decided to try coming in. He needed a moment to think.
Because, oh God, he’d been about to have sex with Flynn. Him. Lonely virginal him had gone on one date and was about to sleep with his date. It wasn’t about how hot Flynn looked, but the way he looked at Derek. Like somehow Derek was fascinating and funny, even when he wasn’t trying.
Kind of how he was looking at him at the moment, though Flynn also looked like he wanted to laugh. The bulge in his jeans was painfully obvious, and Derek was torn between wanting to shred Flynn’s clothes off him and dying because Javi had totally walked in on him midsex.
Javi banged on the door. “Derek. I need in there. It’s my room too.”
“Just a minute!” Derek said. What on Earth was he going to do? He rubbed his sweaty forehead.
“What the hell is going on in there?”
Nothing. That was the problem. Or the solution. Caught in the moment, it’d been easy to go along with Flynn. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want to do more with him, but he’d pushed Gregory off over and over because he wasn’t ready for sex. They’d had an eight-month relationship and never had sex, and during one date with Flynn, he wanted to do everything.
Shock. It had to be shock. Because he wasn’t going to be a hookup Flynn could forget about. But he didn’t want to ruin any chance of going on another date either. Flynn was still hard. He ought to do something about that, right? Except he couldn’t with Javi banging on the door. If Javi hadn’t figured out what he was interrupting, then Derek would have to explain, and there was no way he could do that through a closed door. He’d have to shout and then the whole floor would find out by dinner.
This was not a problem he ever imagined having.
Flynn sat up on the bed. “Are you all right?”
“I don’t know what to do,” Derek replied.
“We could invite him to join us.”
Flynn suggested a threesome like it was a normal course of action. The visual his brain concocted was enough to make his dick start hardening again, which was a bit of a surprise to him. He’d never thought about a threesome before. And now he wanted one with his roommate and Flynn. Or Flynn and someone else, maybe. But Flynn definitely had a central part in it. Derek’s cheeks threatened to burst from the heat in them. He was going to die from some weird combination of arousal and humiliation.
And that thought added another few fantasies he’d never indulged. Oh God, what had gotten into him?
“You look like you’re in distress,” Flynn said as he stood. The distance between them was short, but each step seemed to take Flynn an eternity to complete. He brushed Derek’s hair back.
“Is there a good distress? I think this is a good distress, in some weird, twisted way.”
The lock on the door clicked open. Derek snapped it shut.
“Damn it, Derek. I’ve got studying to do,” Javi said.
Crap. Derek had to study too.
“A minute, please,” Flynn said.
“Javi’s not into dudes,” Derek said. Because that was important at the moment. He shut his eyes tight. Of all the stupid things he could say and think about.
Flynn kissed him, and his cool lips helped soothe the blazing fire overtaking Derek’s mind. “I can go.”
“I don’t want you to,” Derek said. But there would be no getting rid of Javi. He always studied in their room.
“He’s insistent and has a right to the room as well,” Flynn said.
Flynn was so calm and cool about all of this. He was probably going to go home and never call Derek again since he was the worst date ever. The thought was unfair, but it played around in his mental soundtrack anyway.
“I don’t want you to go away disappointed,” Derek said. He glanced down at Flynn’s groin.
Flynn cupped his face and drew his gaze up. He looked really happy. Like 100 percent had-a-great-time happy. “I won’t be. I will be eager for a second date, though.”
“Oh. Oh!” Derek nodded. “Yeah. Second date. Many, many dates sounds amazing.”
Flynn chuckled and kissed Derek. “Give me your number so we can arrange one.”
Derek recited it for him, and Flynn put it into his phone. Flynn wanted another date. He didn’t think Derek was weird or came too early or anything.
“I’ll text you soon,” Flynn said.
Flynn seemed to be waiting on something, so Derek nodded. “Yeah. Cool.”
“Derek, it’s hard to open the door when you’re in the way.”
Jesus, he was screwing up everything. Derek moved to the side. “Should I drive you home?”
“I’d like to walk,” Flynn said.
“Your coat!” Derek picked it up from where it had fallen onto the floor and handed it over to Flynn.
“Thank you. I’ll see you soon.” Flynn opened the door.
The date, the afternoon. All of it had meant so much to him. “Wait, Flynn. I—oh screw it.”
Derek kissed Flynn and put as much of his desire into it as he could. He was breathless by the end of it, and Flynn was in his arms again.
“I will definitely see you again,” Flynn said in a low whisper. He had a lusty look in his eyes too.
All for Derek. Wow.
Flynn headed down the hall, and Derek leaned against his doorframe as he watched him go. And then he finally remembered Javi was standing in the hall.
Javi looked like he’d discovered the elves in Santa’s Workshop had taken over their dorm.
“Don’t say anything,” Derek said as he flopped on his bed.
“Was that Hot Mall Guy?” Javi asked. He stepped into the room and closed the door. He slid out his chair and straddled it so he
faced Derek. “That had to be Hot Mall Guy.”
So they were talking about this. Derek shoved hair off his forehead and stared at the ceiling. “His name is Flynn.”
“You were not exaggerating. He’s hot enough to make me think about doing dudes.”
Derek propped himself up on his elbows and glared at Javi. “And what’s so wrong with how I look?”
Whoa. That surprised him and Javi. An awkward silence started between them. Derek tried to figure out where the sudden burst of confidence came from, but Flynn must have injected him with it somehow. Liking his body for a change didn’t feel all bad.
Javi had a tense expression. “Derek, I didn’t know you were into me.”
Derek gave an annoyed sigh. “Because that’s the only reason I could bring up how I look. Yeah. It’s just—if you can entertain the idea of screwing Flynn, why not me?”
Javi opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. Then he scowled as if he had to give the world deep consideration before speaking. “I don’t think it’s fair to mess up my head about my sexuality during finals.”
“You’re the one who opened that door.”
“Yeah, and about me opening doors, did I interrupt something?”
Derek went back to staring at the ceiling. There’d been too many possibilities with Flynn. The only thing Derek was sure of was he wanted more. “Maybe. Yeah.”
“Like something something or something?”
“What?”
“Were you going to bone?”
“Didn’t you have studying to do?”
Javi laughed. “You were. You were totally about to have sex.”
Derek grabbed the pillow from his bed and tossed it at Javi, but Javi caught it without even trying. “All right, fine, yes. You probably stopped me from losing my virginity, so thank you for that.”
And there was the slack-jawed surprised expression on Javi’s face again. “That’s huge. How long have you been dating Flynn?”
This so wasn’t the conversation Derek wanted to have, but Javi was staring at him. “We just had our first date.”