A hum of contentment left me as I slurped on the fruity boba tea Tripp had picked for me before class. The gesture was small but the added motion of him flicking my chin up to claim my lips in a languid kiss until we needed to catch our breath. And it was only till I was gripping the counter to keep myself stable that he let me run off to class.

"I saw you Tuesday." My body stiffens without thinking until I recognize the voice next to me. I huff, setting my drink down on the conjoined desk to look over at Kai. Like any other day, he was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a one-colored pullover shirt, numerous chains circling his neck. Kai always looked attractive in that simple way, it was easy to see why girls and boys threw themselves at him.

But, I narrow my eyes, something still seems off. He's reserved, almost too reserved. I tried remembering what he said, "You saw me what, Kai?"

The chatter around us quiets down as the professor walks in. There was a silent hope that Kai would drop the topic or at least continue it until the class was over. Our professor hates interruptions, and talking during class is considered one. If we weren't quiet we would be kicked out of class for sure. And as much as I would like having an excuse to not be in a class, this was philosophy.

I suck at philosophy.

In short; I couldn't risk not being here.

Kai didn't look at me as he answered, "Saw you go into that shop and come out with a neon green bag."

It was almost scary how quickly my body reacted to fear. "Are you stalking me?"

"No." Easy, quick, suspicious. "I work across the street. You left before I could talk to you." I didn't know how to respond. How was I supposed to respond? There was no way this was a coincidence. But Kai had never tried to reach out to me before, why would he do it now in the middle of the first semester? We hadn't ever talked before this past week. So what was the reason- why?

Kai tapped his fingers on the desk, drawing my attention to them and breaking my thoughts. He looks at me next, and his gaze makes me stiffen. Swimming in the color of his eyes- there was . "We need to talk, Logan."

✩

It was after class when we met up again, finally able to talk as loud as we wanted. I turn to face him just outside of the class, fingers digging into the skin of my wrist as jittery thoughts started to build up inside me. If Kai noticed, he didn't point it out.

Instead, his eyes narrow as he looks down at me. "How do you do it?"

I held my ground, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Do-? "Do what?"

"How do you," He clicks his tongue. Clicks his tongue. Then runs his hand through his hair irritably. "Nevermind, I'm doing this all wrong. I need to get everything ready first."

Now I was more confused than before. Get what ready? I tilt my head, letting my confusion show. "Kai, are you alright?"

There was a flash of something in his gaze before he sent me a firm nod, excusing himself from our conversation. I let my gaze follow him, waiting until he was out of view to turn around, only to bump into Tripp. I peer up at him, grinning widely. "Hi."

A fond smile, "Hi baby, what was that about?"

I shrug, how the fuck was I supposed to know? "Nothing. He just saw. . . he thinks! He thinks he saw me at a - a lingerie store. Yeah!"

Tripp hummed suspiciously. I never said I was good at lying. "Did you?"

"Uh. No."I bought something more embarrassing. I turned to him as we walked side by side to my next class. "Why?"

It was Tripp's turn to shrug. "I think you'd look good with lingerie."

If we weren't in a public setting I would smack him. In fact, "Ow!"

"Keep your bedroom comments in the bedroom."

Tripp whined, gripping his shoulder in faux pain.

"But you can wear lingerie anywhere- ow! Stop hitting me!"

✩

If there was anything I hated more than my father it had to be nerves. I hate nerves. Screw nerves. Me and Tripp were currently in the living room, re-watching Criminal Minds while cuddling. Now was the time, it was perfect, there really wasn't a reason not to do it now. Right? I huff at my own hesitation.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Tripp's voice snaps me out of my train of thought, I straighten next to him, glancing down at my fingers on my lap as my nails start picking at the skin of my palm. Tripp notices, his hand falling over mine, massaging his thumb against one of my hands. He doesn't rush me to answer, but I knew the longer I waited, the harder it would be for me to voice out my desires.

"I want to - uh, giveyouablowjob?"

Tripp's grip tightens around my hand. "Is that so?"

Finally breaking out of my timidness, I turn to smack him, hearing the amusement in his tone. "Don't 'is that so' me asshole! I'm serious!"

Tripp bursts into a fit of laughter, making me whine and hide my face in my hands. "Sorry- you just caught me off guard! I mean we're-" He wheezed, catching his stomach. "Watching Criminal Minds. The mood isn't-"

Anything after that came out as incoherent wheezes and spouts of laughter. I roll my eyes with a pout. "Okay, yeah. Sorry about not thinking about that, what was I thinkin-"

My sentence is cut off by Tripp's lips, small, short, quick pecks and a final toe-curling one. Our eyes meet and his fingers grip the tip of my chin, "Whenever you feel like stopping, whenever you want to stop, we stop okay? No questions asked and no expectations, okay?"

I give a curt nod, excitement soaring through me as he leans onto the back of the couch, spreading his legs in the process. There was a part of me that wanted to scramble to the spot, but I held back, taking my time in kneeling in front of him. A shaky breath escaped me as I leaned forward and undid the button of his jeans. From above, I could feel Tripp's eyes on me. I didn't let it bother me as I pulled him out of his boxer-briefs, slowly starting to work my hand around him.

Compared to the. . . toy, Tripp was the same size, only beating it by being a tad bit wider. I don't stare at it too long, because it's long and thick, and leaking and it makes my stomach twist with something akin to arousal. It probably is arousal, hell, how am I supposed to know?

Fuck.

I lick my lips, something similar to eagerness bubbling up inside me. Tripp takes note, of course he does.

"Like what you see, baby?" For some reason, the tone -accompanied with his words, make me melt. I whimper, nodding sloppily as I meet his gaze for a brief second, fist stuttering against his flesh.

"Wanna suck you off," Need to taste you-

Tripp's chest is heaving by the time I lean down, my right hand guiding him into my mouth while my left runs over his thighs, squeezing at the muscles. Had he always been so ripped? I run my tongue along the underside, hands pushing against Tripp as he pushes up towards me.

"Shit," He seethes. "Fuck, Logan." Just like how I imagined it when I was practicing, Tripp's fingers find their way to my head, tangling with my hair. I lean into the warmth of his touch, humming around him as I place both of my hands on his thighs, encouraging him to take the lead. It takes me bobbing my head a few times to finally get used to weight on my tongue, and when I do I start taking Tripp further and further down — until tears are pooling at my eyelashes and his head meets the back of my throat.

Despite giving Tripp a hum of encouragement, he doesn't push me, only thrusting his navel shallowly against me. And that's fine. Because it feels so . My eyes roll to the back of my head as his scent engulfs me, becoming stronger with every passing second and consuming my senses.

Even better were the sounds coming out of Tripp. The loud moans, cursed words and deep grunts, spurring me on even further. "God-" Tripp moans, head tilted back against the couch as I run my tongue along the pulsing vein. "-'S perfect, Logan. You're so perfect baby, so pretty for me-"

For you- I pull off, licking my lips to break any strings of saliva as I meet his gaze. "Want-"

A shaky, broken sigh escapes Tripp as he composes himself, fingers tightening in my hair as he tugs my head back further to look at him. I don't think about how the action made me shudder on my knees.

"What was that? Speak up sweetheart." I whimper, nails digging into the muscle of his thighs as my eyes flicker to the head of his member, mewling at the sight of his pre-come bubbling at the tip.

"Tripp," I rasp, meeting his gaze again. "Wan' t' taste you- please."

Tripp's hold tightens on my hair as he inhales sharply. Instead of responding he simply tugs me forward and I eagerly respond by opening my mouth as he pushes me down on his member again. Relaxation is something I need more, body falling against him as Tripp starts thrusting into my mouth.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well." My eyes flutter close- "Will you be a good boy and swallow?"

I hum something around the head of his member, sucking harder as I eagerly start bobbing my head against him once more, syncing to his rhythm. Yes. -Want to taste you. I'll be a-

"Sit back baby," And I do, with much hesitation, letting him go with an almost nonexistent pop. Saliva connects us once more and I hold back the need to swallow him again, following his order and leaning back on my knees. My skin is hot and sweaty and though I'm used to feeling like this with sports, I can't help but feel used and low and good and-

I want more.

Again and again and again, ram into my throat Tripp.

He leans forward on the couch, closer to me and takes a hold of his dick. His large hands wrap around it, and the action makes me throb between my legs. "Eyes on me, open your mouth sweetheart."

Eyes meeting his, I let my jaw drop, leaning forward at the thought. From my peripheral vision I see his hand pumping his member, slowly, lazily, taking his time and torturing me. I shift on my knees, whimpering because I want to taste him now.

Tripp smiles fondly at me, "Patience, be a good boy." God, that's all I want to be. He grunts and I find myself mimicking the noise as he finally let's go, releasing into my mouth and continuing his hand movements through his orgasm.

My muscles tense and a warm feeling spreads through my stomach and in between my legs. Good. This feels good, so good, too good. I continue holding his gaze, mouth gathering everything he has to offer. Tripp's eyes gleam with something unrecognizable as he stares down at me, shoulders moving with his breathing. Somewhere in the back of my mind I thank God, whichever God, for making Tripp so beautiful.

"Swallow."

And I do.