Read Online Off Campus by Amy Jo Cousins - Free Book Online

slamming against the door to their room, tugged him halfway out of sleep some time later. The metal-on-metal scrape of a key fumbling into a lock brought him all the way awake. He stayed curled up on his side, hoping the kid would keep the noise and lights low and he could drift off again quickly.
    Yellow light from the hall angled into their room as the door opened, followed by giggling that was quickly shushed.
    Every time Reese had brought home a guy, Tom had been out at the library, only showing up partway through the action to sit in the hall and eavesdrop on the scenes that had been fueling his fantasies for the past month. He’d threatened that one time to walk in on Reese, but there was no way he’d ever do it.
    Only his headache tonight, so intense he’d felt dizzy, had persuaded him to give up precious study time at the library, hiding in the stacks on the seventh floor, for an early night’s sleep. He was curled up on his side, facing the room, a pillow punched up under his cheek. He kept his eyes shut and listened to Reese stop halfway in the room, knowing he’d been spotted.
    â€œHey, your roommate—”
    That night’s “first prize is a blowjob” winner wasn’t as drunk as he sounded.
    It took Reese about two seconds to make the decision to cross the line. Tom could have sworn he could hear the thoughts themselves running through his brain.
    It was my room before it was his.
    What’s he doing back so early anyway?
    If he wakes up, who cares? Maybe he’ll leave.
    â€œSleeps like the dead,” Reese announced, voice barely low enough to qualify as a whisper. He tugged his guest for the night, smaller and slimmer than him, as always, farther into the room, the other guy leaning back a little, pulling with his body weight against the hands Reese had wrapped around his wrists.
    Tom kept his eyes open, bare slits that allowed him to watch as Reese pushed the smaller boy with the long straight hair past his shoulders up against his closet door, the boy’s hair a dark colorless curtain in the shadows of their entryway, half-lit by the shine from the hall. Reese pulled a wrist to each side and pinned them against the closet door, and Tom felt himself grow hard under his sheet. He slid a hand down to grab himself, simply holding on for now. He squeezed once and a hot jolt of pleasure shot up his spine and down to his toes, flexing them with a quick spasm of sweet nerves.
    Reese was grinding his crotch against that of the strange boy who tore his mouth away from Reese to pant out a protest.
    â€œWait. My room. We can go—”
    â€œNo.” Reese captured his mouth again, almost gently, still pinning him to the door with hands spread wide and the pressure of his hips. Tom tried to imagine it, the press of Reese’s hard cock through his jeans and felt his own penis thicken in his hands. He dragged his thumb across the head of his dick and shivered. Reese whispered loud enough for him to hear, “Too far away. Come on. All you have to do is be quiet. You can do that, right?”
    The strange boy proved almost immediately that he wasn’t a good bet for silence when he moaned as Reese tucked his mouth against the side of his neck. The kid’s head fell back against the door, eyes shut tight, his lower lip clamped between his teeth as he tried to keep his mouth shut while Reese did whatever it was that made the kid push his hips hard against Tom’s roommate and curl one ankle around Reese’s calf, locking them tight together.
    The kid held out for about two minutes.
    â€œOkay,” he gasped, as soon as Reese transferred both of his wrists to one hand pinned above his head and dove straight for his zipper with his free hand, sliding his hand in the kid’s pants. “But what if he wakes up?”
    Reese’s voice was low and dirty.
    â€œDo you really care?”
    His arm pumped, hand deep in the kid’s pants.
    Tom