Take Me

Jake couldn’t get the memory out of his head. It kept flashing through his mind like a slideshow…Alex’s mouth, the way his tongue swirled, the way his fingers gripped his thighs, the way Jake had practically forgotten how to breathe. He was wrecked in the best way possible, and for the first time in weeks, he hadn’t even thought about his girlfriend.

That morning, he tried to focus in class. Failed. His notebook was blank. He stared out the window, his lip caught between his teeth, and all he could think about was the heat, the wetness, the way Alex’s eyes stayed locked on him the entire time.

By noon, Jake had made up his mind.

Their dorm was unusually quiet later that day. Ryan had gone to the gym, and Steve was probably still asleep at someone else’s place. Jake lingered in the hall for a moment, then sent the text.

Jake: I need you. Now. Room’s empty.

He barely had time to exhale when the door creaked and Alex stepped inside, smirking like he already knew the outcome.

Jake didn’t say anything. He just stared.

Alex raised a brow, eyes glinting. "What’s that look for?"

Jake’s voice was rough. "This time, I want more. I want you to take me."

Alex tilted his head, amused. "Oh? Not so straight anymore?"

Jake stepped closer, chest barely brushing his. "I’m still figuring it out. But... I haven’t stopped thinking about you. About your mouth."

Alex grinned. "Then it’s only fair I give you something you can’t forget."

Jake’s breath hitched. Alex walked him backward until the back of his knees hit the bed. Jake sat, looking up, nervous but needy.

Alex bent over, hands sliding beneath Jake’s shirt, lifting it slowly, his thumbs brushing skin.

"You sure you want this?" Alex murmured.

Jake nodded. "Do whatever you want."

That was all it took.

Alex dropped to his knees, undoing Jake’s jeans with practiced fingers. The sound of the zipper made Jake shiver. His boxers were tugged down, and that familiar heat engulfed him. Alex’s tongue teased the tip, slow and deliberate, and Jake let out a guttural moan, one hand flying to Alex’s hair.

He arched off the bed, legs shaking, as Alex took him in deeper, then pulled off with a pop.

"You’re so sensitive," Alex whispered, smirking. "I love it."

Jake groaned. "Just... keep going. Don’t stop."

Alex obliged. He didn’t rush. He sucked slow, wet, messy—stroking him, squeezing his thighs, using every trick he knew until Jake was panting, twitching at the edge.

"Fuck... Alex…"

"Not yet," Alex growled, pulling back. "Not until I’m inside you."

Jake blinked, his stomach fluttering. "You’re serious?"

Alex stood, tugging off his shirt, revealing taut muscles and flushed skin. "Lie down."

Jake obeyed.

Alex climbed over him, grinding against him, kissing him rough and deep, and Jake tasted himself on his tongue. His body trembled as Alex reached for lube in his bag, slicked his fingers, and prepped him with slow, teasing strokes.

Jake hissed, then moaned as the burn turned into pleasure. Alex leaned close.

"You okay?"

Jake nodded fast. "Just do it. Please."

Alex didn’t hesitate. He lined himself up, pushed in slowly, and Jake gasped, eyes wide, mouth parted. It was intense, stretching, full, overwhelming.

But it was exactly what he wanted.

Alex moved carefully at first, then deeper, harder, his thrusts making the bed creak. Jake clutched the sheets, letting out strangled cries, his body melting into the rhythm.

It was raw. Hot. Addictive.

Alex bent down, their foreheads touching, sweat mingling, their breaths tangled as their bodies slammed together again and again. Every time Jake cried out, Alex moaned in return.

"You feel so fucking good," Alex panted.

Jake whimpered. "I’m so close."

Alex grabbed him, stroking him in time with each thrust, bringing him back to the edge.

Their bodies moved faster, tighter…

Until they both hit climax together, loud and breathless. Jake came all over Alex’s hand, moaning like he’d broken open, while Alex let out a guttural growl, spilling deep inside.

They collapsed against each other, panting, hearts racing.

Jake couldn’t even speak.

He was still catching his breath when the door clicked.

Both of them froze.

Stan stood there, halfway in, backpack slung over one shoulder. His eyes scanned the scene…Jake’s legs still spread, Alex still on top of him, both of them panting and sweaty.

"Oh," Steve said.

Jake scrambled to pull a blanket over them.

Steve just raised a brow. "Why didn’t you guys tell me we were having a dorm orgy? I’d’ve joined."

Jake turned red. Alex laughed, low and smug.

"You’re late, Steve. But who knows? Maybe next time."

Stan dropped his bag on the desk. "Next time, give a guy a heads up."

Jake buried his face in a pillow.

He couldn’t believe it. Not just what had happened, what he let happen…but now Steve knew.

Yet, deep down, Jake wasn’t entirely embarrassed.

He was... excited.

He wondered what else he hadn’t discovered about himself.

And whether Alex, and maybe even Steve…would help him find out.