Bright groaned as Ephram dipped a slick tongue into his bellybutton.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...." he chanted as the smaller man ran sleek hands across his thighs, grasping the sides as the dark head moved closer to it's destination.
"Like that?" Ephram taunted, curling his tongue around a slick, shaking finger. He grinned up at at Bright. "Good?"
Bright nodded shakily, and grasped his bedspread deeply with curved toes. He sighed loudly as Ephram took him into a hot mouth.
Pants sounded throughout the tiny, dorm room as Ephram enveloped him fully, and he cursed at the ceiling. He felt the curve of a smile as he tried not to arch up off the bed.
He came loudly, and feel back as Ephram pulled away.
The pianist inched up the twin bed, and snuggled close to Bright, sighing his name. Getting louder, louder, louder....."Bright!"
Bright jumped awake, blinking sleepy eyes up at his roommate. "Huh? What's going on?"
Ephram grinned at him. Evilly. "Don't you have a final in like," he paused to look down at his watch. "Five minutes?"
Bright shook his head, "No, it's not 'till Tuesday."
"It is Tuesday?"
His brain was shutting off, trying to get back to Ephram dreamland. He loved those dreams, would love it even more if Ephram would just...."What?!"
He opened his eyes to a smirk this time, and glanced over at the clock. "Shit!" He flew out of the bed, and moved hurriedly throughout the room. "Shit!" Shit! Shit!" He repeated as he searched frantically for his shoes.
Ephram just stood there, arms crossed, smirking.
"I can't believe it happened again!" Bright shouted, grabbing his backpack, and flying towards the door. He left the room to the sound of Ephram's laughter.
As he raced down the halls, he grumbled under his breath.
"Man, I hate finals week."