Ch.2
Type was horny and Tharn didn't get out of class for another 20 minutes. Frustrating. He never had to worry about Tharn being in the mood because Tharn was always in the mood when Type initiated it, but should he try to be sexy for Tharn when he came back from class? He had done the boyfriend shirt thing and Tharn seemed to like that. What else did he like? Strawberries?
Type shook his head. No, he wasn't going out to get strawberries and whipped cream. Not this time, anyway.
Cat ears? No, no, no. Type didn't feel like having to put them on just to take them off before getting to the good stuff.
Type tried to think of something else that would make him sexy for Tharn, but couldn't and Tharn would be back any minute now from class. Type sighed and took his shirt off. He slipped under the covers of their shared bed and took his pants and boxers off and threw them onto the floor. He rustled with the pillows for a bit and sat back. There. Naked in bed. Type nodded to himself. This is good. This will work just fine. It's sexy.
Type heard the door open and began second guessing himself. What am I doing? This isn't sexy.
Tharn stopped when he saw Type on the bed, his eyes roaming up Type's naked chest. Tharn breathed in slowly, staring at Type as he lowered his backpack off his shoulder and onto the couch.
Type cleared his throat and stared back, not sure what to do now. He was pretty sure Tharn got the message. I mean, he was in bed and naked so...The pillow at his back poked him awkwardly and he rustled with it again.
Tharn spoke. "Have an itch?"
"Yeah, come scratch it for me," Type replied with a sly smile on his lips.
Tharn smiled back. "Gently or hard?"
Type was getting agitated. Too much talking already so he replied with "Now."