“Soooo-”

“Just gimme like...two minutes?!” My panic leaks into my tone before I’ve actually decided to speak out loud. Ah, crap.

“Sure thing.” Micah snickers and rests his chin on the top of my head. The warmth from his sudden contact does nothing to help the uncomfortable heat already soaking through to my bones. The early September humidity has been crushing me through the windows and walls all day, so this is just the next level up before I melt the chair beneath my butt. 

“Thanks.” I basically whisper-pant at him before glancing to my right at the fan blasting hot air straight into my face.

One week into school and I already can’t handle the weather, or this stupid general education Statistics class. I try my best to focus on the probability calculation I’m nowhere close to solving while Micah’s slightly sweet fragrance washes through my brain. He used the fancy cologne again.

“It’s been two minutes.” His lips tickle my earlobe before soft chuckles sweep a thick heat across my neck. 

“But-”

“Here.” His fingers brush gently over mine until I relinquish the very dull pencil from my grasp. “Set up the proportions like this, and you’ll get what you’re looking for.” 

I watch Micah’s graceful writing appear alongside my frantic scribbles, and release a long sigh. “You’re good at everything,” I mumble through clenched teeth.  

“Yeah,” he breathes, freeing the pencil to roll across the desk before he tilts my chin up. “I am.”  

“Oh-!” My gasp is muffled by the warm lips that delay the rest of my words for a few blurry seconds as he kisses away the tension in my jaw. “That’s not what I meant,” I manage to mumble when he releases me. “But thank you.”

“If you want to thank me a little more graciously…” He teases the corner of my mouth with the tip of his tongue while his fingers tug the front of my hair. “Is it break time yet?” 

He’s so distracting tonight. “Uh, I think I-”

“Or…” Micah’s palms trail lightly down the front of my shirt until I’m not really able to breathe properly anymore. “Do you want to solve your problem first?”

My what? I blink through a momentary haze as his face moves away, that classically elegant smirk twitching with amusement. Oh, right. Math.

Micah takes my complete lack of a verbal response as confirmation that this homework session is over. His green gaze narrows when he carefully turns the chair, and a shiver climbs my body in slow motion while his fingers grip my wrists. Micah pulls me against him with seemingly minimal effort, leaving me no time whatsoever to wrap my mind around this happening right now. I thought we were going to the Rue for some late night snacks during our break.

Nope. You’re an idiot, Ethan. As always.

“H-hey, uh-” I can hardly get half a sentence out of me while his cool touch slips beneath my shirt with his thumbs trailing lightly over my waist. “Micah…?”

“Mm?” His grin dives out of sight when he starts on my neck. The soft stubble on his jaw tickles the sensitive skin that’s already melting at his presence down there. 

“I…” Words utterly fail me when he gently scrapes his teeth under my chin, and I make the executive decision to reach into his hair so I don’t fall over and embarrass myself further.

The resulting groan rumbles straight from him and across my throat. He nips my collar bone before nudging me backwards, destroying my plan to stay afoot when the backs of my knees collide with his mattress. 

“Is…?” My voice sounds downright pathetic while I roll back on the comforter that smells exactly like the sweet cologne he’s wearing. “Is your door locked?” 

Micah doesn’t respond until he’s swept the t-shirt from his noticeably defined chest. “Yes.” His eyes blaze a brighter green than before as he tosses the top behind him. “Of course it is.” 

My body reacts before my brain processes his answer. A singular twitch jolts all the way down my legs and to my toes scraping across the thin excuse for carpeting placed in all of the residence halls. He sees it, too. The entire thing, and...probably more, since he’s staring at me now in that way that makes my stomach drop. It’s like he’s hungry. I gulp, which elicits a singular eyebrow raise a mere second before he’s easing my legs open with his and chuckling straight into my hair. 

“Relax,” he whispers, palming both my cheeks while he slowly guides me to my back. “You’re thinking too much.” 

He always says that, but…

I gasp straight into his mouth when he sinks his weight onto me. His tongue is dripping with a slight tropical flavor from that gum he chews all the time, and it’s probably the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

I can’t help it. I can’t just shut my brain off. Not like he can.

I squirm beneath his body while I tilt into the kiss, allowing him more access to my mouth with each move I make. Micah’s lips don’t give me a chance to have any sort of control-they never have. Oh no, he’s...oh. I squeeze my eyes closed when he grinds his erection between my hips, grasping at the muscles on his back like that’ll do anything but egg him on. Just get through it.   

I set my brain on repeat as panting breaths sweep heat into my ear. Just a few minutes, then maybe we’ll go for food after. His curly hair itches my neck when he bunches my shirt in his fist. He tugs it upwards, exposing the bare skin of my stomach to the nearby fan’s blast while my trembling fingers fumble with his shorts. 

Micah chuckles knowingly when I pause with him in my hand, his deep sounds echoing through my skull as he blinks down at me and taps the side of my thigh. “The lotion’s right over here when you’re ready,” he murmurs, before he’s sucking on my neck so hard I have to bite my lip.

This shouldn’t take long.

And it doesn’t. It takes maybe a few minutes to jerk him off and for his resulting full body collapse to nearly suffocate me.

“Do you want me to-?”

“No, it’s okay,” I interrupt the question he always asks, and fidget with the underside of my shirt while I attempt to wipe his...stuff from my fingers.  

“Ethan.” Micah sighs and slowly rolls to the side. His hand lands lightly in my hair while he tries to make me look at him. “I want you to get something out of this, too.” 

“I do.”

“Other than my expertise in probability.” His smirk is half assed when our eyes finally meet. 

“That’s not-!”

“I’m joking,” he mutters, his gaze drifting down to the fist clenched around my shirt. “I guess the stuff last year really messed with things, huh?” 

My gulp seems to provide enough of a response, and his hand gives my head a gentle press of acknowledgement. “I’m really okay with this now,” I mumble anyway. 

“You didn’t even get hard today. Or...any of the times we’ve hooked up recently.”

“That doesn’t mean anything!” My voice sounds much more frantic than I intend, and he snaps his eyes back to mine. “I just...I get nervous.” 

Micah nods once with his lips pursing slightly. Then he inches across his pillow until we’re nose-to-nose. “Do you wanna go to the Rue?”