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I could have sworn he was faking it all for me too.
But he was here. Chin tucked against the side of my neck, breathing steady over my earlobe, his fingers were stationed on my hips and I couldn't tell anymore if he were awake or asleep. It was pitch black. I'm sure I forgot how closed in the walls were around us. His thigh was damp beneath my fingertips and his boxers were down by my feet... mine were... I twisted an ankle, spread my legs slowly, falling still once I felt the resistance of elastic around my feet. He didn't move. I didn't want to wake him if he was sleeping and my assumptions were right. But I had no clue what time it was and if my roommate walked in on us, well...
"Kid. Get up."
No response.
"Get up, fuckface. C'mon."
I was nudging him, shaking his leg faintly with a hand while the other rubbed up over the back of his neck. He was rather ticklish. I felt him move against me, back arched, chest pressing to mine as he groaned tiredly, pushing his face against the side of my neck. I attempted telling him again that he needed to get up but I don't think he heard or, better yet, cared. He whimpered, lifting a hand from my hip to press his fingers to my mouth.
"Mm, shut up..."
"You gotta get up and get off of me and we gotta get out of here before Luke gets back."
"I know, whatever..."
He was shifting on me, kissing down the side of my neck before placing a palm on my chest. He pushed himself backward and off of me, scooting back to the other end of the enclosed space. I felt him fumble for his boxers, watched the bare outline of his body as he moved onto his knees to pull them up over his thighs. It took me a minute to look away, sit up and reach down to pull my boxer shorts up, stretching a bit on the spot and smiling when he fussed over the kinks I popped from my back.
"Well, it's your fault. You fucking fell asleep on me."
"You do it all the time. Plus, you wore me out, you can't blame me for passing out on you."
He was right, and I wasn't going to counter a compliment like that. His hair was in his eyes and I could tell he was smiling. Turning my head, I pushed open the sliding door, surprised when there was no sudden infiltration of light. Gaze shifted to the clock, and I looked back to him, shutting the door slowly as I sat.
"Luke won't be back for an hour. I thought it was later than this."
"And you're telling me this becau--"
"You know why. C'mere."
The giggle that came from his throat was one of pure satisfaction. He was never... too tired, or bored, or 'just didn't feel like it'. Neither was I. Not with him. Hands were circling my shoulders and moving up to the back of my head through my hair, he was kissing me, and I was kissing back. Nibbling on the peircing at the corner of his mouth, which always drove him crazy. I took the moment to tug his boxers down his thighs, grabbing his hips and pulling him down into my lap. Palm found his abdomen and pressed forward to keep him from grinding forward against my stomach. He whined; this didn't please him, of course.
"Shut up..."
He gave me a look, I curled my fingers around his dick and smoothed my thumb over the head, smiling to him and watching the look die from his face. He dropped his forehead to mine, exhaling sharply across my nose, groaning and clutching his fingers into my hair. His back arched, I pushed my free hand around to the small of his back, holding him steady, trying to still the slight movement of his hips up toward my hand as I stroked him. Breathing quickened and hitched in his chest. I nudged his head to the side, kissed him. I don't know exactly what he tasted like but it was some awkward mixture of sleep, copper, and halls. His throat was still bothering him. I didn't care if I caught his cold.