Rumor Has It (Longwood U)

Chapter 29

CHAPTER 29

SPARROW

My lease is up at the end of May, but since I graduate tomorrow, there’s no point in staying here through the end of the month. Besides, once I graduate, I’m no longer eligible for student housing unless I re-enroll in a new program.

Part of me would love to be a professional student. But at what point is it a waste of time and money to accumulate degrees without doing anything with them? To be clear, it’s not the degree I crave. It’s learning. I love learning new things, whether it’s a skill or facts or knowledge of histories gone by.

Realistically, I know I can’t do that. I should do something with my life.

I wave after the guys who are carrying my television away. They’d bought half my furniture, which is convenient since I don’t plan to take any with me. I plan to spend as much of this summer on the water as possible and there’s no room for this kind of furniture on a boat. I’m sending these boxes home with Nemy in my truck and I’ll think about what to do next year in a couple months.

Besides, I think Dak and I have put off this looming conversation about ‘the future’ as much as we can. I’m pretty sure we were both actively avoiding it.

I climb up to my loft and start tossing the pillows and blankets down into the large, open box. I have some of those space saver bags that make comforters as thin as a pancake that I’m going to use for the blankets and pillows, but right now, I’m just throwing them down. There’s something fun about it.

The clothing and personal belongings I’m bringing with me are already safely packed in my two suitcases and backpack. Everything else has to fit in these dozen boxes. What doesn’t fit, stays. I’ll even pay the fee for someone on campus to get rid of it if need be.

While I’m in the loft, I empty the contents of my nightstand into the laundry basket and then let it drop into the box of pillows for a soft landing. I’m leaving the mattress, frame, and nightstand up here. I don’t even remember how I managed to get them up here to begin with, so I’m not going to wrestle them down.

There’s a knock on my door as I’m descending the ladder stairs. “Come in,” I call, though I can’t see the door from this side of the bathroom. The door opens and closes. When I come around the corner, I find Dak looking around at the mess.

Actually, it’s not much of a mess. There’s a pile of packed boxes and then the two boxes I’m currently packing. Nemy packed my kitchen for me this morning and took the contents to his frat house, since I was just going to throw the odd pieces out. They were dollar store finds. Nothing exciting.

The loft was my last place to pack up.

Dak’s expression is not a happy one as he looks around. His shoulders are stiff, and I can see the trepidation in his eyes.

I cross the space until I can pull him to me and kiss him. Then I turn him around and grip his hips. “Yes or no?”

He shudders as he nods. “Seriously, I know you said you have a high sex drive, but we just had sex like seven hours ago.”

“Is that a no?” I ask, sliding my hand around to his crotch. He shivers under my touch, his body leaning back into mine as I grope his hardening dick.

“No. It’s a yes. I’m just saying. You’re always hard.”

I grin, nipping at the shell of his ear. “Yes. I warned you this was going to be the case.” Taking his ear lobe into my mouth, I suck for just a second. “Just making sure you understand what you’re getting into if you give me free use of your body.”

Gripping him tighter, I haul him back against me by my hand around his cock. His breath catches. “Yes,” he says, voice raspy. “I love how much you want me. ”

“Stay here,” I order and let him go. He stumbles slightly and I pause to make sure he’s caught his balance before I lock the door and pull a condom and lube from my backpack. When I return, I bend him over so his face is in my box of pillows.

Dak laughs. “Really?”

“Yes.” I haul his pants down, appreciating that he’s wearing gym pants, and expose his bare ass to me. Dragging my finger between his cheeks, I press a finger to his hole to gauge how he’s feeling. When he’s twitchy and instinctively cringing away, I know he needs more prep time. But he’s not doing that right now. His pretty little hole is ready to be fucked.

I don’t waste time as I prep him and wrap myself. Keeping him down with a hand in the middle of his back, I begin pressing my dick into his body. He’s always so tight. So hot. His body alternates between tensing and relaxing, shaking.

“Sparrow,” he moans, his hand reaching back to press against my hip.

I take his hand and bring it around to the small of his back, pinning it there as I drive inside him. He’s loud at this angle. In this position. His sounds are fucking beautiful. Hypnotic. I need more.

It’s not long before I’m fucking him in earnest, listening to the way he whines and grunts and jerks beneath me. I fuck him until I get the first dregs of blind lust under control. Then I pull him up and we tumble backwards into another box. This one rips apart as we fall onto the mess of blankets.

“Fuck,” Dak says, his hands moving to my hips to push himself up a little. I pull his hands away and wrap them around his stomach.

“No way, Risk. I want to be so deep inside you that I’m poking your brain.”

He laughs, but it’s choked. Holding him to me like he’s in a straitjacket, I fuck up into him for another few minutes until he’s shaking.

“You need to come or want to catch your breath?” I ask, lips at his ear.

Dak shakes his head. I don’t think he’s going to answer me, but I wait for one anyway. “Rest,” he finally mutters.

I slowly stop thrusting up into him and instead, bring him down onto my lap. Making sure I’m as deep inside him as I can get. He’s panting these sexy little whines with each breath.

“You have no idea how hot this is,” I murmur, licking along the side of his neck. “Having you how I want you. When I want you.”

His lips part and he turns his face into mine.

I know he’ll keep getting worked up if I keep talking. I want to keep telling him how much I love this, but he wants to catch his breath, so I keep my mouth busy sucking on his bare skin while he concentrates on breathing.

“You’re going home,” he says after some time.

“When?”

“You packed your bedding so it makes me think today.”

I shake my head. “No. I’m loading my truck today so Nemy can drive it home tomorrow. We’re staying in a hotel tonight.”

“You weren’t going to tell me that.”

My hold changes from restraint into an embrace as I hug him tightly. “It occurred to me several times over the last couple weeks that we haven’t talked about this summer. Preoccupied with finals and shit. I couldn’t not pack my stuff now and sell shit while there were still people here to buy it. And I didn’t want this conversation over text. Your panic when you walked in and saw that I’m all packed made my first priority to assure you understand I’m still all about you.” I rock my hips up and Dak inhales sharply.

“I’ve packed my room too. I’m sending most of it home with Ezlo’s parents just so it’s not here. I’ll have to find a way to bring it back later,” he says.

“You comfortable? We can have this conversation now. I really enjoy having discussions with my cock in your body.”

Dak snorts but he nods. “I do too. Even if it drives me fucking crazy.”

“Mmm.” I drop my hand to his cock, and he shudders. “Let’s begin with a simple question then. What do you want to do this summer? You want to spend it together or do you have plans?”

“With you.”

“Okay, good. I had half a mind to tie you up and not give you the option. I’m glad your wants align with mine. Makes it easier to transport you.”

Dak laughs, his body wiggling a little as I slowly stroke his dick .

“My plan is to spend the summer on the water. Cruise around, island hop, see exotic islands and maybe explore some new places. You interested?”

He nods. “Your family has a boat?”

I nod. “Mm-hm. Kinda.”

Dak takes a breath. “I need to see my parents at some point. And Edin still says he wants to get together, though he hasn’t given me a date yet.”

“That’s fine. We’ll make all that happen. I need to see my family too.”

“Then yes. When do we leave?”

Grinning, I lick along his neck again, then drop my other hand down and grip his balls with it. Rubbing them gently in my hand as I slowly stroke his cock. Dak’s head falls back onto my shoulder, and his hands grip my forearms.

“You’re so fucking hot, Dak,” I murmur. “I wish you could see yourself spread out for me like this. Legs so wide, letting me bury myself deeply in your body. Letting me play with your dick. Listening to you whine. Feeling your body hum with pleasure.”

His breathing quickens.

“How responsive you are when I tell you what I like. It’s addicting, Dak. You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”

“Yes,” he says, voice high and whiny.

“You’re just the sexiest man I’ve ever known. And you’re mine. Mine to hold and take care of and fuck however I want to. Mine to love and show the world to. Just… mine.”

He nods, whimpering as I slowly rock up into him now. Not hard. Not quick. I’m barely pulling myself out of him. It’s all about stimulation. Just a little. He loves it best when I’m slow and gentle with his body. The way he gets off on that is intoxicating.

“You like this? Like when I take you however I want?”

Dak nods wildly.

“Like me using your body to get off?”

More nods.

“I’m going to fuck you all over the world, Flight Risk. Everywhere we go, you’re going to be on my dick. Do you understand?”

He whimpers. I’m not sure which part of that he enjoyed most, but his dick gives a pulse of pleasure, and a thick bead of pre-cum grows on his slit.

“Of course, we’re going to make other memories too. The kind we can share with friends and family. Lots and lots of those memories. Things that we’ll always look back on and remember our first summer together.”

Dak inhales deeply. “I… yes.”

“You what?”

He shakes his head. “I need to get off.”

I’m quite confident that’s not what he’d been about to say. But I don’t push him. Instead, I keep my focus on what I’m doing. Making him feel good. Telling him how good he feels on me. How much I love his cock. How much I love everything about this.

He comes with a long, low groan, his body moving on my dick all on its own. I stop rocking for him and let him work himself on me. I’ve decided he enjoys penetration to some degree more than he understands. I believe him when he says he gets off more on my pleasure than he does to the act of sex alone. Except in these moments because while I fucking love every second of being like this, my pleasure isn’t loud or consuming right now. It’s not the kind of pleasure that drives his.

Dak would have gotten off without me talking. One of these days, I’m going to let him find his pleasure on me. Encourage him to do what feels best until he gets off. Instruct me how and where he wants me to touch him. Just to see what things are his favorite.

His body relaxes on top of me once he’s come. I let him catch his breath for a few minutes before I answer the question I completely ignored earlier.

“We’re staying in a hotel for the next couple nights. You’re welcome to stay in your dorm with Ezlo if you’d like—I know you’re saying goodbye to him for a while—but you’re also welcome with me. On Saturday, we’re taking a train to L.A. where the boat’s docked.”

“You docked in L.A.? That must cost a fortune.”

“It’s a private dock that some friends own, so it's an arrangement we have. They use the boat when I’m not in exchange for free storage.”

“Ah. ”

“We’ll work in every side visit throughout the summer. After graduation, we’ll talk about the family commitments we need to get to and where to fit them in. And when Edin gives you a date, I’ll make sure you get where you need to go. Okay?”

Dak sighs. “Yeah. Sounds great.”

“It will be. We should have talked about it sooner so you didn’t walk in and feel blindsided by my boxes.”

He shakes his head. “No. I knew we were leaving. The date has loomed over us, well since we started the year. We’ve always known when graduation is. I’ve thought about it many times too, but we were always doing something else.”

“Maybe the idea of making plans with someone else in this capacity is new for both of us and we subconsciously have been putting it off,” I muse. “I’ve only ever had myself to answer to. I don’t always remember that some plans should be talked about between us, even though I’ve always mentally included you in them.”

He shifts a little so he can look at me. “You did?”

I kiss him at this weird angle. “Yes. I did.”

Dak smiles. His sigh is content as he leans his forehead against me. “Sometimes I’m afraid I’ve pushed you more than you’re ready for. I’m glad you’ve included me in your plans.”

“You haven’t. You’ve just forced me to acknowledge some shit I maybe hadn’t been mentally prepared for. I’m not sorry about it at all.”

“Good. Are you going to fuck me or keep your hard dick buried inside me for the rest of the day?”

“Both. Any objections?”

He shakes his head. “No. Not at all. Just want to know which I should be prepared for.”

I nip his jaw. “Always both, Dak. I want to live with my cock inside you. I’d wear you like a cock sleeve if I could. Just so I’m always inside your body.”

Dak shivers.