Tonight he’s going to take their relationship to the next level.
It’s been what, five weeks now? Something like that. And they’ve kissed until their lips were swollen and sore. There hasn’t been another night like the one they shared at Parker’s party, but Avery wants more. And he knows Jacob does. He feels it when they touch. He hears it in Jacob’s breathy moans. But when can they get together? They both have loser roommates who practically live in the dorms, and the study rooms at the library are only so private. They have blinds over the windows but no locks on the doors. So it’s been kissing and heavy petting and once or twice he managed to lick through the flap in Jacob’s boxers, but that’s it. When they’re together, there’s so much tension in the air between them, he’s surprised they don’t spontaneously combust or set the whole damn school on fire. The tension clings to him like static. He spends most of his shower every night releasing it.