His Secret

13. Adrian

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ADRIAN

We get into his dorm room undetected, and quickly change out of our costumes. Matías gets into a pair of lounge pants and a T-shirt, while I put on what I quickly grabbed from my room, which is a white T-shirt and black-and-white athletic pants.

I steal a mint from a tin he has on his nightstand so my breath doesn’t reek of alcohol, and we lie in his bed and turn the TV on.

“Ah. This is much better,” I say, wrapping my arms around him.

He chuckles. “I’m turning you into me, it seems.”

“Nah. I’ve just never known what it was like to be happy with someone. No wonder all my friends disappeared whenever they were dating someone. It’s a hell of a lot more fun to be with you than be with a hundred other people.”

He’s quiet for a while. “What will you tell them?”

“What do you mean?”

“When they inevitably ask where you’re disappearing to or what your other plans are? ”

I haven’t thought about it yet. Matías and I have spent plenty of time together the past couple weeks, but not enough to rouse suspicion. I’ve still spent time with my friends, plus football’s been keeping me busy, but I know it’ll likely get to a point where I have to turn down their invitations to things because I’ve already made plans with Matías. Even if those plans simply consist of us camping out in his room.

“I’m not sure,” I answer. “I doubt they’ll ask.”

He doesn’t reply, but I can tell he doesn’t believe me. Hell, I hardly believe me. Of course they’ll ask.

But I don’t let it ruin the night. We cuddle and watch some TV show Matías put on, and then I let my hand slip under his shirt.

He arches his back and wiggles his ass in front of my crotch as we spoon.

I run my hand up his lean torso before traveling back down and dipping into the waistband of his pants.

He lets out a soft moan and my cock stirs to life.

I kiss his neck as my hand finds his shaft.

“I think I owe you an orgasm,” he says in a breathy tone.

“You can get another one too. I’m not stingy.”

Matías rolls over on his back and removes his pants before facing me. I do the same thing, bringing our erections together when I scoot in close.

“I think…” I pause, staring into his eyes. “I think I want to do more soon.”

His brows lift slightly. “Oh.”

I kiss his soft lips. “Maybe not tonight, but very soon.” My hand curves over his hip and grips his ass.

“Okay,” he breathes, body beginning to undulate. “What do you want to do exactly? ”

“Well.” My hand moves up his back as I nuzzle into his neck. “We could start with dinner.”

“No, no,” he says, hand on my chest to push me away. I look at him and his hand travels to my cock. “What do you want to do with me? To me?”

“Oh,” I say, catching on. “I definitely want to taste you again.”

“Mmm.” His moan escapes as he digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“I want more of your cum in my mouth next time.”

He nods, eyes low and full of lust. He turns around to reach into his nightstand and brings out a bottle of lube. Squeezing some into his hand, he strokes himself and then me, getting us both slick.

“Fuck,” I groan. “I love when you touch me.”

His lips twitch. “I love touching you.” He brings our cocks together, stroking us as one while rocking his hips. “Keep going,” he breathes.

“I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to be inside you,” I say, pausing to gauge his reaction. We haven’t discussed what he’s used to. I don’t know if he typically tops or bottoms or is cool with both. I assumed we’d figure it out when the time came, but it seems like the time is approaching. “Would that be okay?”

He smiles at me. “Yes, that would be okay.”

“I want you on your back so I can watch your face when I slip inside. I want to feel how tight you are around me.”

His hand moves faster, both of us now grinding against each other, seeking as much friction as possible.

“I can’t wait to feel you,” he says with a moan.

“Fuck. I want your legs wrapped around me.”

He nods, skin flushing. “I want you to come inside me.”

“Oh, god.” I take over stroking us both since my hand is a little bigger, gripping us as well as I can as I move my fist up and down. “I can’t wait to fill you up.”

His eyes close like he’s picturing it all in his head. I’m imagining it too, but he’s too beautiful to not look at, so I watch his face.

“I want to be deep inside you while you stroke yourself. I want to watch your cum shoot out and paint your skin.”

“Fuck, Adrian,” he moans. The way my name leaves his lips, all whispery and dripping with desire makes my chest warm.

“I want you to paint my skin right now,” I say, still stroking. “Come on me, Matías. Mark me as yours and I’ll do the same.”

“Oh, shit,” he cries, his hand gripping the outer edge of my thigh. “I’m about to?—”

I look down between us as cum explodes from his tip, landing on my cock and stomach.

“Fuck yeah. Oh, god.”

My orgasm hits hard, streams of white shooting out and making a mess everywhere. It’s on him, me, and the bed.

Matías moans his pleasure, reaching between us to run his fingers through the liquid. He wipes some of his cum from my stomach and wipes mine from his, then brings his hand to our cocks to give them another leisurely stroke.

“Thoroughly marked.”

I grin, leaning forward to kiss him, and I’m suddenly hit with the strongest emotions I’ve ever had. Why do I like him this much in such a short amount of time? It doesn’t seem normal. Shouldn’t it take months?

And then it hits me. We were friends for at least two months before we moved into a more intimate relationship. I knew I liked him immediately. I knew I was attracted to him at the same time.

“You okay?” he asks.

I realize he’s already standing next to the bed, a cloth in his hand.

“Yeah,” I say with a smile. “The happiest.”

His lips stretch across his face. “Me too.”