"What a hell of an evening, wouldn't you say so, James," Terry asked while closing the door and tossing off his hat, which landed in the chair.
"Oh yeah, uh, do you think that the professor is pissed off with me," a wondering James asked, gazing up at Terry while stripping off his shoes.
"You kidding me? Tripp loves having people around, it may not seem like it, but he sure as hell does," he laughed, while scooting onto the bed next to James to take off his own shoes.
"Uh, Terry, are you-" "Yes I am, are you?" "I don't know, well yeah, I guess."
"Listen, you don't have to hide who you are from me okay? You hide from everyone else, don't be like Holden and build up everything you are up in that pretty head of yours, you will drive yourself crazy if you don't embrace who you are," James looked away from Terry, embarrassed that one man could see through him that easily, but smiled at what he had heard.
"Why did you just compare me to Holden," he asked.
"You are a college student, all you writers care about is being the next J.D. Salinger," Terry laughed, while taking off his brown turtleneck and his jeans, revealing blue jockey shorts.
James tried to refrain from gazing at Terry's chest and arms, but he stole a glance anyway. Terry didn't seem to notice, but turned around and looked into the light blue eyes before him. With hesitation, Terry leaned in and grazed James' lips with his own. Entrapped in the moment, they both moved apart and leaned in again, but the second kiss had a stronger force against it. James opened his mouth to allow Terry to move his tongue in and their tongues collided with a burning need that made them pull apart again, trying to regain their breaths. Terry reached over and pulled James' coat and shirt off. Once the unwanted articles of clothing were gone, Terry held onto James' sides and lightly kissed his lips, then slowly snowing across his neck and across his chest. James ran his fingers through Terry's hair, his breath growing more and more ragged.
"Are you sure we should be doing this with other people in the house," James wondered, but did not want to end the kisses that were being feathered across his torso.
"No, but we don't have to do everything now, I just want to make you feel great right now, so try to be quiet," a devilish grin etched across Terry's face while he answered.
Terry's tongue snaked across James' stomach, causing James' breath to hitch and faintly tremble. With the faint movement, Terry looked up and grinned. He swiftly undid the button to James' pants, and slid them off along with the plaid boxer shorts with ease. Like he had guessed, James' cock was hard, and to be the devil that he is, he inched his tongue along the base and to the head, causing James to moan. When he had gotten the approval that he had wanted, he wrapped his entire mouth around James' cock and kept a steady rhythm while James worked his fingers through his hair. Wrapping his lips a little bit tighter, he hummed and at that point James was so close he gripped at Terry's hair and pulled a little trying to warn him. He didn't care, he continued to hum around James' cock and gracefully use his tongue. Within seconds James came in Terry's mouth, and Terry smiled, swallowing James' cum.
Grinning, Terry crawled up and kissed James lightly. Terry quietly tiptoed to the bathroom and grabbed a warm washcloth to clean himself off from cumming inside his own underwear. After returning to the bedroom, he slid into bed with James and they both fell asleep within minutes.