Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

DAK

I’m probably not his favorite person right now. Have we reached a dozen times that I’ve left him hanging? I feel like we have. I feel sheepish and stupid and really awful. Only a dick does that over and over again.

I’m not even sure what I want to say to him exactly. I just know I need to apologize and hope he forgives me. And maybe I can convince him to continue what we started in privacy.

Bottom line—I’m not cut out for fucking in front of the camera. Apparently, there’s only so far I can get before I can’t stop thinking about the cameras there. I’m relatively certain it is the cameras more than the men behind them, though I’m not excited to be watched either.

It’s already awkward as fuck knowing that they’ve recorded every single first with River and potentially hundreds of people have watched them. And the subsequent freakouts every damn time.

Weird, but the idea of the cameras didn’t seem to bother me when I was first handed the card that allowed me into Rumor. It didn’t occur to me to think about them. I’m still wondering if it’s the cameras/cameramen themselves, or the fact that it was with this guy I’ve been obsessing over since I first laid eyes on him.

I recognize the building River leads me to as the large apartment complex which only houses students. Ezlo and I contemplated applying for an apartment instead of dorm life this year, but we thought we’d give it another year. Had we known Stephen when we decided that, I think we’d have reconsidered.

I’ve already put my name on the list for next year. It’ll be my last year. Seems like a good time to live off campus.

We’re silent as we go inside. River bypasses the elevators and heads for the stairs. I glance at him every few seconds it seems. I can still see the press of his dick against his pants. Knowing it’s my fault he’s so hard makes my blood burn and makes me feel like a jackass.

River lets us into a room on the third floor. It’s a large studio and I’m immediately in love with the space. It’s got tall ceilings, all exposed with shiny clean pipes and stuff. It’s an awesome industrial vibe.

There really is so much space. I could totally see Ez and I sharing a space like this. We wouldn’t even need a two bedroom. Or hell, a one bedroom since we knew it would save on money. Not that money is all that big a deal. Our parents have already said they’d help with whatever boarding doesn’t cover.

But it’s their hard-earned money, not ours. Neither of us are fond of the idea of spending it.

“This place is really cool,” I say, staring at the tall windows that overlook the campus. We’re not incredibly high up, but even from this distance, it looks expansive and beautiful.

“Thanks. It’s comfortable.”

When I turn back to him, he’s standing half a dozen feet away with his hands in his pockets. Waiting for me to get this over with, to say what I need to say.

Now that I’m here, I feel foolish. I’m also keenly aware that we’re alone. No one’s watching. No one’s here to witness this.

Taking a breath, I close the distance between us and press my mouth to his. I’m ridiculously relieved when he doesn’t push me away, and even more relieved when he returns my kiss. I wrap my arms around his waist to bring his body to mine and then drag one up his chest, over his shoulder, and into his hair.

I don’t think I can say the words that I want to, so I need to tell him what I want without words. Gripping his shirt, I pull it over his head, breaking our kiss long enough to get it off him. As soon as our mouths are locked together again, I shove at his pants .

River stops me. “Dak?—”

“There’s no one else here,” I say. “No cameras. No one’s watching.”

He stares into my eyes, his hands wrapped around my wrists to stop me from stripping him. I try desperately to make him understand what I’m saying. All those pressures—the things that freak me out—are gone. We’re alone.

And I want this.

“Please understand I’m not pressuring you, but I am not in the mood for you to change your mind, Dak. You have every right to, and I don’t at all want you to do something you don’t want to or will regret. But I’ve reached my limit.”

“I’m sorry.” I step into him, pressing my body to his and my lips to his mouth, though not in a kiss. “I swear, I’m not a dick like that. I… I had no idea I had such stage fright.”

He sighs.

“I’m here because I want to finish,” I continue, feeling how my cheeks burn at the words. “I can’t do this there. I’ve tried, over and over. I definitely don’t have the mentality to handle being a porn star.”

He snorts, but doesn’t say anything for a long time. Just keeps my wrists locked in his hands and stares into my eyes. I’m waiting for him to tell me he’s just gay for pay. He’s not into this outside of Rumor. I’m waiting for any kind of rejection.

I release a breath as soon as he lets my hands go. “Get undressed.” He shoves his own pants down, underwear in tow, right away and I’m left staring at his cock. So hard. So… hot.

Blinking out my thoughts, I quickly take off my clothes and toss them on the ground until I’m bare before him. River’s eyes move over my body, and fuck does it make fire flare under my skin.

“Last chance. I’m not going to do this again if you back out. You understand that, right?”

I nod.

“Bed.”

I turn and head for the bed only to realize… I don’t see one. Turning in a circle, I face River with an eyebrow raised. He’s holding his cock in his hand, watching me with amusement .

“This some kind of test?” I ask. “Or do you sleep on the table or something and call that a bed?”

He laughs and points up. It’s only then I realize that the walls to the bathroom don’t reach the ceiling. Which makes sense because I think that would look really awkward. As would a roofless bathroom because… it’s a bathroom. Even in a private space like this, some things should be closed off entirely.

Off to the side are ladder steps leading up. I glance at River again before I head for them. Climbing up, I decide these are definitely not up to code, but once I hit the top, I’m grinning at the space. It’s not huge. Big enough for a bed that’s on a low platform and a nightstand, the likes of which I’ve never seen before. The entire space is surrounded by glass panels.

“I’m jealous I don’t have a space like this,” I admit as I get to my feet. I can still stand up here, though I’m much closer to the ceiling now. I can probably touch it if I stretch.

“There are always people moving in and out,” he says, and I can feel his body heat behind me a second before his hands land on my hips. I swallow when I feel his cock press against me, nestling in the crease of my ass cheeks. “Put your name on the list.”

I nod absently, the conversation fading away as his mouth touches my shoulder. I jump when his hand wraps around my dick.

“You just got off,” he says quietly. “Still so hard for me.”

I don’t quite manage to swallow the groan that his touch and words pull out of me. Afraid of what might come out of my mouth if I actually speak, I nod. River moves us toward the bed and pushes me forward. He follows me down, his body blanketing mine on my hands and knees. He’s rocking against me, his cock gliding through my ass crack.

I’m still slick with lube, which was awkward and uncomfortable to walk here with. But as soon as I left the frat house, I knew I couldn’t leave it like that. I didn’t want to leave it like that. I want to be fucked.

“Last chance, Dak,” he murmurs, his teeth sinking into my earlobe.

I shudder and shake my head. “I’m not changing my mind. Fuck me.”

River groans .

He backs away and I protest as I twist to look at him. “River, I mean it.”

With a smirk, he opens the bedside drawer and reaches inside. Holding up a condom for me to see, he tosses it beside me on the bed. Then pulls out a bottle of lube. My first reaction is jealousy. How many girls has he had up here? How many has he fucked in this bed before me?

Then his hand lands on my ass with a loud smack . The sound startles me and I stare at him with wide eyes. The sting and then burn reaches me a minute later.

River chuckles. I’m so distracted by the slap that I didn’t notice him having already lubed his fingers until he’s pushing two inside me. “You did that already,” I murmur, letting my head fall, not at all upset that he’s picking up from there.

“I did,” he agrees. “But I’m unforgivably hard right now, so I’d feel more comfortable making sure you’re fully prepped and ready to be fucked.”

I nod. “Yeah.” My voice sounds choked. I’m as ready as I am nervous. Before River, I’ve never considered putting anything in my ass. Not a finger, much less a dick.

He’s gentler when he adds his third finger. I close my eyes as he presses kisses along my ass cheek and lower back. He’s methodical, but not completely business as he fingers me, making sure I feel good.

Eventually, when I’m in a state of dizzy moaning while I jerk my cock and ride his fingers, he pulls away. I watch almost absently over my shoulder as he puts on the condom and then lubes up. But he doesn’t get behind me again. He lays beside me and pulls me over to him so I’m straddling him.

I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this position to start off with. River places my hands on his chest and then adjusts me over him, reaching beneath me to pull his dick up and press his cockhead to my hole.

“Look at me,” he says, and I lift my eyes from trying to see. “Ease down.”

“Is this really the best position to start?” I ask, glancing back down. Not that I can really see. I’m primarily looking at my own dick .

River chuckles. “No, actually. It’s not. But you’re a flight risk and I want you to control these next few minutes so they’re at your pace.”

I give him a dubious look, though I completely earned that. He grins and nudges his hips up. My breath catches, my entire body tensing.

“Advice?” I whisper.

“Yes. Don’t do that. Relax your muscles.”

I roll my eyes. Sure. I can totally do that.

River places a hand on my face, lifting my eyes to his again. “Go at whatever pace is comfortable. We don’t have to stay like this the whole time. I just need you to understand you’re in control of the situation, so you don’t run. I can’t have you diving through my glass walls to get away.”

I huff, earning myself another grin.

Taking a breath, I try to look down again, but River brings my attention back to him. “Watch me, Dak. Just keep watching me.”

I nod and brace myself.

“Also, stop clenching your ass. Forcing it in is going to hurt a lot more than if you let it ease in naturally.”

My eyes hood. He pulls me down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Start and I’ll finish. Fuck yourself on me, Dak. Let me feel how tight your body is.”

His words shouldn’t make me burn, but Jesus fucking Christ, I think he just lit me on fire. It gives me the courage to bear down on him. It takes almost no pressure from me before his cockhead slips inside me. I catch my breath but keep going. It’s not so bad. It’s… weird, but not painful, yet.

Encouraged by this, I slide down a little more. The weird sensation doesn’t leave, but it doesn’t take long before we’re beyond where his fingers reached. I cringe at the new burn and stop to catch my breath. Pulling myself up so he’s barely there, I try again and don’t make it much further.

“I can’t,” I mutter.

“Dak—” he groans in frustration.

“No,” I explain quickly. “I just mean I need you to do it. Not that I want to run away again.”

River takes a breath. “Come here, Flight Risk,” he says, pulling me down. His mouth presses to mine and he kisses me. With his hand tangled in my hair, keeping my mouth to his so he can kiss me senseless, he takes over where I left off, pushing inside me.

My fingers dig into his biceps as I whimper and groan my way through River entering my body. His hand not in my hair is cupping my ass, guiding me where he wants me. Keeping me from jerking around.

He’s slow, but not excruciatingly slow. He’s gentle, but persistent. By the time he’s moving rhythmically inside me, I’m moaning into his mouth and hanging on for an entirely different reason. It’s not mind blowing, but I didn’t think my first time would be.

Still, it doesn’t hurt the entire time either, like I kind of thought it would.

What really heats me though is how much pleasure River takes from my body. The moans he makes and the way he grunts and groans and grips me tightly. Even if I’m not entirely sure I like a dick in my ass, I like River’s cock in me because the way he feels about it bleeds into me.

We don’t change positions, which I think he does for me. There’s no way he’s fully seated in my ass as deeply as he could get like this. But he seems to enjoy it just the same. River doesn’t roll us until he’s finished and then I’m on my back with his dick buried deeper inside me than he had been while we fucked, which is fine because I’m entirely distracted by the way he jerks my dick.

He rubs me expertly until I release everywhere. I’m painted with my own cum which I find very gross; but at this point, I’m far too exhausted and sore to do anything about it. River finally pulls out of me and collapses on the bed beside me.

I listen to him breathing heavily and take a whole lot of pleasure and joy out of knowing I brought him that orgasm. I’d totally let him do it again.

“You okay?” River asks.

I nod. “Yes.”

“You good now? Had your gay experience taken care of?”

I chew the inside of my lip for a second. “I’m not going back to Rumor.”

He chuckles. “I didn’t think you would. ”

“But… I wouldn’t mind doing this again. If you want to.”

River props his head up on his palm, leaning on his elbow to look at me. I don’t miss the dubious surprise. “Yeah?”

“Is it weird, though? I mean…”

“You should have stopped going to Rumor and found me outside of there if the cameras were such a big deal, but you still wanted to see how it felt.”

That’s not quite what this is about. The cameras, yes. Definitely. But… I’m not sure it’s just about wanting to know what it’s like to have a dick in my ass. Honestly, I think I could take it or leave it. There’s a chance I might change my mind in the future, but I’m feeling rather ambivalent about it. The hottest part for me was how much he liked it.

“How about this—take sexuality and gender right out of it. We can fuck if it feels good.” His shoulder rises and falls. “Stop thinking about it so much. Follow what feels good.”

I nod. “Yeah, good. I can do that.”

He gives me a half smile. “Good.”

I’m feeling good about how this turned out. Like less of an asshole now. Ironic since it’s my asshole that’s aching at the moment.

“One thing though. No more calling me River. Sparrow.”

“Is River a stage name?”

He snorts. “No, it’s my legal name. But no one calls me River. It’s one of my parents’ names so it’s really awkward, especially during sex, when someone calls me River.”

I laugh. “Oh, yeah. Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeats. “Then I’m definitely down to fuck again.”

Yes. Good. I’m already looking forward to hearing this man get off on me again.