Plan B (11 page)

I knew I should get up and at least clean up the mess on our stomachs and chests, but I was enjoying the afterglow too much, and Lance didn’t seem to be in any hurry to release me. One of his hands had moved up and was stroking my hair, the other drawing random patterns on my back. I closed my eyes and melted further into him.

When I woke an hour later, we were on our sides facing each other. One of us had pulled the afghan from the end of the bed over us, but we were still pressed close to each other, my head resting on Lance’s bicep. My bladder was screaming at me to get up, but I didn’t want to move. It felt so amazing being in his arms and I was worried this would be a one-time thing. A jolt went through me when I realized I hoped it wouldn’t be. Lying there looking at him, so peaceful, and feeling so warm and content, it was hard to think of him as nothing more than a fuck buddy, but I had to.

Lance and I had nothing in common beyond the walls of this room. He lived and breathed football. Except for the pants the players wore, I loathed the sport. I was happiest when visiting the theater or art museum. Better yet, performing on a stage. And as for Lance, he…. Well, he liked football. Eventually, whatever it was Lance and I had together, it would end. I looked forward to the times we spent together, but I knew I’d want more. For now, it worked for both of us, our busy lives not allowing for any more. I needed to convince myself that this was all there ever would be for the two of us, and if I was smart, I’d keep my heart firmly locked away.

Careful not to wake him, I extricated myself from his limbs and got to my feet. The mystery of the afghan was solved as I looked down at his sleeping form. Somehow, I’d managed to pull up my sweats and cover us. Lance’s jeans were still around his thighs, sweatshirt pushed up and the dried remnants of our orgasms obvious on his belly. As I continued to stare at him, my cock began to fill. He looked so good sprawled out there before me like a feast.

I wasn’t sure when Bo would return. We’d been lucky we weren’t caught and I wasn’t about to push our luck. I covered him, grabbed my cell phone from the desk and some clean clothes from the dresser. I smelled like sex and Lance. While I loved the scent, I wasn’t sure I wanted to explain my new aroma to my roommate. Before quietly stepping out, I grabbed my shower bag and towel and closed the door behind me.

Once in the hall, I checked my cell, but there were no new messages. I only made it a few steps down the hall when the door to Mike’s room opened and he stepped out. “Hey, Danny, hell of a storm, eh?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t happen to have cell service, would you?”

“Nope. Internet is down too.”

“Damn! I haven’t heard from Bo all day. Have you seen him?”

Mike leaned back against his door and shifted the large brown bag he had to his other arm. “Nope. I haven’t seen him all week. Lucky bastard is probably holed up somewhere with his new squeeze.”

“Probably.” I hoped so anyway. “I’ll see you later.”

I started to walk away when Mike pushed off from the door and walked with me. “A bunch of us are meeting down in the student lounge. Going to make some hot toddies, want to join us?” He leaned in a little and murmured, “Best to be in a group if the power goes out. We can share body heat.”

I had to fight not to wrinkle my nose in disgust and keep my face neutral. Mike had moved into the dorm the same time I had and he’d been propositioning me ever since. Nice guy, but yeah, I’m shallow enough to admit that the pus-filled zits that covered his face were a major turn off. The thought of him kissing me, getting close to those festering things, just tripped my gag reflex.

“I’m going to get a quick shower in case the power does go out and I’ll think about it.” Before he could respond, I quickened my steps to get away from him, calling out over my shoulder, “Talk to you later.”

Not a fucking chance
. I had all the body heat I needed waiting for me back in my bed.

T
HE
small lamp on Bo’s desk cast a subdued light on Lance’s still-sleeping form when I stepped back into my dorm room. He was in the same position I’d left him, the scent of sweat and sex powerful in the room. Bo was sure to know what the hell had been going on the minute he walked in, and that was a conversation I wasn’t ready to have. Bo wasn’t stupid. He knew there was something going on between Lance and me, but I didn’t want to give any proof to his suspicions.

I threw my dirty clothes in the closet, returned the shower bag to its place on the shelf, sat down at my vanity, and lit the hazelnut candle. If the nutty aroma was enough to cover up the stink of Bo’s feet, it would be more than sufficient to eradicate the smell of man sex. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t want Bo to know about Lance and me. We never kept shit from each other, but for some reason, I just wasn’t ready to share this with him yet. Perhaps it was the fact he was dating Lance’s sister, or because I knew Lance wouldn’t want him to know and it wasn’t my place to out him. Whatever the reason, I was willing to keep it to myself for now.

I scrubbed the towel over my head, then dropped it on the floor and grabbed a brush. As I ran it through my hair, I contemplated putting on makeup. I didn’t normally go through the trouble just to sit around my room, but I could tell Lance really liked when I wore it. The fact I was even contemplating putting it on made me scowl at my reflection in the mirror. What the hell was wrong with me? Why should I care what Lance thought? We’d already gotten off, so he’d be leaving as soon as he woke. He never stayed too long after an orgasm.

A rustling sound caught my attention and I turned my head to find Lance staring at me as he pulled up his jeans. “What time is it?”

“Seven.”

He yawned and then stretched before sitting back against the headboard. “Your bed sucks.”

“Oh, really?” I arched a brow at him. “You didn’t seem to have any problem snoring in it.”

He laughed. “I just meant it’s too small.” He held out his arms. “C’mere.”

I hesitated. I think I was in shock; it’s the only reason I can think of that had me up out of my chair and moving to the bed without so much as a single word. Once I was close enough, Lance grabbed my hand, pulled me down on top of him, and pressed a soft, tender kiss to my lips. Still stunned, I clung to him as he kissed my chin, along my jaw, and down my neck, leaving me a little breathless and tingly when he stopped.

“You always wake up in a good mood?”

“Not normally, but never as cranky as you do.”

I swatted at him playfully, making him laugh. Another thing I was getting addicted to. I loved his laugh. He shifted me until I was lying on my side between him and the wall, my head resting on his chest. With his free hand, he grabbed the remote from the desk and switched on the TV, but there was nothing but static and white noise.

“Internet and cable are down. Storm’s getting worse. We’ll be lucky if we don’t lose power.”

“Damn. I was hoping to ride out the storm with a good show. You have anything besides
Star Trek
?”

“I think Bo has a collection of
Star Wars
too.”

Lance hit the Mute button and groaned. “That’s almost as bad.”

“Well, I do have….” I bit my lip to stop the rest of the words from passing my lips.

“You have what?”

“Nothing.” It wasn’t the fact that I had porn that had me hesitating, it was the sheer amount—along with some of the naughtier titles—that had me hiding my heated cheeks in his chest.

Lance rolled slightly and cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I’m guessing from your reaction and the color in your cheeks we’re not talking about a collection of musicals?”

I pursed my lips and refused to say anything.

“Danny, do you have a collection of porn you’re trying to hide from me?”

Shit!
I never did have a filter between my brain and mouth and I regretted that flaw even more with the knowing look Lance gave me. “Fine,” I said with a huff. “I have a couple of DVDs but nothing you’d be interested in.”

His brows rose and his grin turned to a smirk.

“Whatever.” I pushed his hand away from my face. “Even if you were interested in them, I’m not about to put one in. We don’t know if Bo is going to show up or not. Speaking of Bo, don’t you think you should move to his bed, just in case he does come home?”

“No way in hell he’s coming home in this shit. I barely made it in myself and that was over two hours ago. So about those videos?”

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I crawled over him and went to the closet. I pulled the box down that I stored them in and started rummaging through it. There were a shit load of burned amateur DVDs that Lee had shared with me—
Bondage Boy
and
Homemade Rough Stuff
—that I sure as hell wasn’t about to pull out, and shoved them beneath the purchased ones. It wasn’t anything I wanted to try, even if I had gotten horny as hell when I’d watched them, it didn’t mean I wanted that stuff done to me. I certainly didn’t want to give Lance the wrong impression. Which titles like,
Twins
,
Down on the Farm
, and
Gang Bang Slam
were sure to do. I grabbed the first purchased one,
Pool Party
, and quickly added that one to the burned ones. Lance was so not ready for double-penetration videos.

“What’s taking you so long? Damn, how big is your collection?”

“Shut up,” I called back. I pulled out one called
The Bachelor’s Party
. It wasn’t too bad. A hot tub blowjob scene, a three-way, but nothing too kinky. I put the box back on the self, my heart rate increasing when I stepped out with the movie.

I started to walk past the TV, intending to give it to Lance to check out, but he obviously wanted to do more than read the cover when he said, “Put it in.”

Damn!

“What’s up with your sudden interest in my porn collection?” I popped open the case and pulled out the DVD and shook it at him.

“Oh, so it’s an entire collection now, is it?”

I thought about throwing the damn thing at his smug face, but it was one of my favorites so I settled for rolling my eyes at him and inserted it into the player.

I joined Lance back on the bed, sitting with my back against the wall, legs tucked up under me, just as he hit Play.

“You don’t want to cuddle me while we watch?”

“I’ve seen it. I think I’ll enjoy watching your reaction more than the flick.”

“That bad?”

“Not if you like hot ass-licking and fucking.”

Lance wrinkled his nose and I laughed. He had mentioned he’d gone to a gay club but hadn’t gone in. He’d also talked to a guy on the Internet and thought about meeting him, but again had backed out at the last minute. Was it even possible that he’d never even seen a gay porn video? I was betting that he would back out on the film as well.

The video started out innocently enough, just a couple of guys sitting at a table, but the TV was still muted so you couldn’t hear what they were saying. “You know, this is a lot better with the volume turned up.”

He didn’t respond, eyes glued to the TV, but he unmuted it.

After a brief scene where the actors talked about a party they had recently attended, the setting changed to one of the men’s memories. Two men were lying on a white coverlet atop a king-size bed, shirtless and kissing.

I pulled up my legs, wrapped my arms around them, and laid my head on my knees. My full attention was focused on Lance’s face as he watched the show.

At first, he didn’t seem to react at all, but I could tell when things started to get a little more physical on the screen by the way Lance began to behave. His breathing sped up slightly and he set the remote aside. He swallowed hard and one of his hands went to his chest. Lance had pulled his jeans up but hadn’t fastened them, and I could see the head of his cock beginning to push at his boxers. I stole a quick glance at the screen. One of the men licked and teased the other man’s nipple, pulling it between his bright white teeth until the guy arched his back and cried out. They were both now completely naked. Was that what had Lance’s breath speeding up? Had it turned him on watching these two burly men undress? Or perhaps it had been the kissing. Lance loved to kiss, and lucky for me, he was damn good at it.

I turned my attention back to Lance. He was rubbing his hand back and forth across his chest and pinching his nipples through the cotton of his sweatshirt. The way he never even blinked, eyes glued to the TV, I had no doubt Lance’s hand was following the same path as the actor’s.

Lance moved downward, rubbing and caressing his stomach as the moaning on the screen increased, the tip of his pinkie just barely brushing against the head of his cock. Blood rushed to my groin and my dick twitched against my hip. I sucked in my bottom lip and held it between my teeth, holding back my own moan, but it was no use when his waistband was pushed down, exposing his engorged and wet-with-precum cockhead. A small sound escaped me and it was enough to pull Lance’s attention from the screen. His heated gaze met mine and he instantly snatched his underwear back up, cheeks going red.