Lacey, Danny, Phoebe and Archie awkwardly emerged from their neighboring rooms at roughly the same time. They all knew what just happened, Archie's eyes all over Danny the second they made it into the hallway.
"I need another drink." Archie said flatly, dropping himself down the stairs like his legs were made of lead.
"Arch—" Danny made an effort to try to talk to him.
"Hey, you okay?" Lacey asked Phoebe, voice low-key concerned.
"Fine, yeah. Hey Danny."
"Phoebe." Danny greeted with a polite smile, "This hotel is rubbish, walls are so thin—"
Phoebe giggled and Lacey and Danny exchanged glances, taking her laughter as a good sign.
"Ready to go home?" Lacey asked carefully.
"Yes, please."
"You want me to walk with you guys? I can walk you back—" Danny offered.
He felt a little more protective over Phoebe than he typically would be now that he knew what she sounded like in bed. They hadn't been involved, but somehow their tandem sessions left him feeling like he had a much more intimate connection with her.
"No, I think we're okay." Lacey knew there was more to this story. It wouldn't be the first time one of them was crying while walking back home from this place.
"Okay, well, text me later?" Danny asked, stepping up just a breath away from Lacey before sliding past, careful not to touch either of them.
Lacey swallowed hard, realizing how intense this process between them was going to be.
"Definitely."
Just before Danny headed down the stairs he turned back, "Oh, Phoebe, thank you for that dress." He pointed to Lacey.
Phoebe smiled big, "Hell yeah, Lacey is fire in that dress. Helps she's got that body—" She shrugged like this wasn't news.
"It really does." Danny agreed, "Goodnight gals."
They didn't talk for most of the walk home. Lacey picked up that Phoebe just wanted some quiet time to herself to think but also didn't want to be alone. When their dorm finally came into view, Phoebe's resolve crumbled.
"He's gay." Phoebe said softly, almost to herself.
"Who's gay?"
"Archie."
"Phoebs, what the hell happened in there?" Lacey was a little scared to find out.
"I promised I wouldn't say anything—I promised, but here I am—" Phoebe was obviously disgusted with herself.
"Hey, listen to me. I'm never going to repeat this. You know that. You can trust me." Lacey tried to reassure her.
Lacey unlocked their door, heading straight for her sour patch kids candy stash. She slid the bags between them as they both plopped down on the floor.
"Spill."
Phoebe picked the watermelon flavor, scooping out a handful to chew while she organized her thoughts.
"Well, I got laid." Phoebe said with regret, reaching for another handful of candy.
"Get this off of you, whatever it is it's too heavy." Lacey coached, picking the blue raspberry flavor and popping a dozen at a time into her mouth.
"He rushed me upstairs, he knew you two were in the room next door."
Lacey suddenly had this unshakable feeling of dread wash over her. Where was this going?
"Start at the beginning."
"I texted him, offered him a booty call. He accepted, so I took a shower and headed over. Right before I got there he texted asking me to hurry up. The second I walked in, he dragged me upstairs and we just got to it."
"Okay, and you were on board with it?" Lacey was ready to fucking kill Archie if she heard any answer other than yes.
"Yes, but he was definitely just using me. I knew that was the deal—It's just, he admitted after that he's gay and had been with Danny all freshman year."
Phoebe paused to take Lacey's temperature on what could potentially be game-changing information for her friend. Lacey's face remained neutral, so Phoebe continued on.
"The reason he had wanted me to rush over was so he could listen to the sound of Danny having sex, you know, so he could finish—"
"Oh damn."
"He had his eyes closed the whole time."
Lacey cringed a little trying to imagine someone revealing such deeply personal information to her while at the same time sounding like an absolute creep.
"You're not surprised." Phoebe noticed.
"About Danny sleeping with guys? I did know that. I am surprised about Archie though, he said that him and Danny had fought over me—oh." Everything clicked for Lacey then.
"They fought about you, not over you. Archie's in love with him."
"Phoebe—"
Lacey wasn't sure how to handle this one. Danny was so private, she was sure she wasn't supposed to know this information and now she had promised Phoebe she wouldn't say anything.
"Being some sort of pity, cum-dumpster hookup for a gay guy was definitely not on my freshman bingo card."
"Sounded like it was good though, was it good?" Lacey knew what really mattered in life. She grinned wickedly at her friend.
"He's a top, of course he's good." Phoebe blushed, smiling big now.
"There you go, you've lost nothing then. You got the D, that's what you literally came for."
"I guess."
"Seriously, Archie is so hot. I'm sure he doesn't suffer from a lack of prospects—"
"Except for the one he really wants. He was super messed up after. So what, is Danny bisexual then?"
"He's just living his best life." Lacey said simply, "We started something new by the way—" She tried to move this along and not let Phoebe dwell on her shitty night.
"Oh my god, do you tie each other up now? Is it some foot thing?!" Phoebe began to rattle off a few kinks she thought of off the top of her head, "Wait, pegging?!"
"No," Lacey giggled at that, "We're not touching."
Phoebe scrunched her face up, eyes closing into slits like Lacey was suddenly out of focus.
"Sounds like one of Danny's ideas. When did this start because it definitely sounded like he was touching you about an hour ago—"
"Oh we're still having sex, it's just in between those times, no physical contact with anyone. It heightens—things."
"Y'all do you, okay? I can't keep up with your crazy shit anymore." Phoebe was not interested in the details.
Lacey laughed, "Got it. Are you okay though, seriously?"
"I'm fine, no one has ever flat out told me I was not wanted and literally being used before. Kinda just stunned me, made me feel like absolute garbage."
"That's bullshit. Just a hookup or not, you're still a person. Did he apologize?"
"He did. I could tell he just needed to tell someone safe—"
"And I won't say anything either, promise."
"Thanks. I'm going to bed." This was not the night Phoebe had planned for herself, she was exhausted.
Lacey took a shower, her phone suddenly illuminating the bathroom. Danny. She changed into some comfy pajamas and crawled into her bed to see what was up. Lacey glanced over as she opened her phone, Phoebe was out. Snoring softly, earbuds jammed into her ears.
Danny: I thought of a problem
Lacey: ?
Danny: I'm a football player and a base for spirit
Lacey: Too bad it wasn't soccer season, no hands needed for that
Danny: I really wanted to keep this momentum going
Lacey: I may have rubbed Phoebe's back at some point tonight so I'm not doing good with this yet either
Danny: She okay?
Lacey: Fine
Danny: That's it?
Lacey: Yep
Danny: Come back, sleep over
Lacey: I just took a shower, I'm in pajamas
Danny: That in no way helps me want you less
Lacey: I wish you were here right now
Danny: I was hoping you would say that. Open up.
Lacey's heart raced like she was a kid again and had just seen all the presents on Christmas morning. She got out of bed and slid quietly to the door using her fuzzy socks to help her glide. She checked the peephole. Danny.
Lacey unlocked the deadbolt as quietly as she could and pulled the door open.
"You gonna let me in or are you just going to serve me up to your RA on a platter?" Danny looked down the hallway and back.
"Get in here." Lacey said in the lower tone that made Danny's cock pulse.
She wanted to yank him inside but also didn't want to touch him more than she had to. Danny smirked as he watched her struggle to decide how she wanted to handle this. Lacey stepped back and opened the door wide for him, motioning for him to go into the bathroom.
"What are you doing here?!" Lacey whisper-squealed, her happiness was unmistakable and Danny's heart grew.
"You want me to go?" Danny thumbed toward the door.
Lacey shook her head no, her beautiful curls moving along with her as if backing up her decision.
"I talked to Archie. I wanted to make sure Phoebe was okay and—" Danny brought his hands up to hold Lacey's face, "I want to be certain that you're okay." He said tenderly.
"You're touching me." Lacey pointed out.
"Yes." Danny nodded, "I touched you a lot today and not always without pain."
Danny slid his fingers along Lacey's neck, his eyes subtly inspecting for marks. Once satisfied he continued on to inspect her wrists, pressing a kiss onto each one.
"I'm fine, Danny." Lacey whispered, "I'm a big girl, I won't break because you laid me the fuck out. I can take it."
Lacey watched the intensity in Danny's eyes change. She loved playing with him.
"I talked to Phoebe, she seems okay—"
"Do we need to have any further conversation about them?" Danny asked, preoccupied by how naturally beautiful Lacey was.
"No." Lacey said before kissing him because she really fucking wanted to.
Danny slowly skated his hands along the exposed skin at Lacey's waist. He wedged his fingertips under the edge of her pajama pants, inching further along the smooth skin of her perfect ass.
Danny pulled back first, "No underwear?"
"Now don't start something you can't finish—"
"Oh I started this, huh? I believe you kissed me." He smiled big.
"You came to my room!" Lacey slung back, a full mock fight underway.
"I never start anything I don't finish, that's why I'm here." Danny pushed back, their chests bumping slightly.
"I'm not having sex in this disgusting bathroom."
Danny leaned and placed a sweet kiss to Lacey's cheek, "Phoebe asleep?" He hummed by her ear.
"Mmm, yes—" Damn Danny and his magical voice.
He nuzzled into her curls even more, "I wasn't done with you tonight. I had more plans for us."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"I want a taste."
Lacey curled her head toward his, her ear following the warm sound of his voice.
"Please?" Danny added, voice lower, softer now that her ear was so close to his lips, "Let me taste it."
Lacey's forehead flopped forward onto his shoulder, how was she going to handle this? She had never been so attracted to anyone as much as she was to Danny. Her new raging libido wasn't exactly a problem, but she knew her schoolwork was starting to suffer.
"I really need get some solid sleep tonight, Danny. I have studio time in the morning—"
"I understand." Danny said, hand ghosting her center and making her breath hitch, "Twenty minutes, tops."
Danny kissed her this time, slow and probing. His tenderness after a night of rough play made her swoon. He could really do it all and do it all well.
"Please—" Danny licked her lips, something Lacey had quickly realized was a signature move for him, "I want this."
Lacey pulled him out of the bathroom, placing a single finger to her lips to indicate he was not to say a word. They both looked at Phoebe, who was obviously now even further in the depth of her slumber.
Danny pointed to Lacey's bed, instructing her to lay down. He stood at the foot of her tiny college twin bed and pulled her shorts off. Lacey kept her legs together, knees bent to accommodate space for Danny to fit on the bed with her.
He climbed up onto the bed, thankful her mattress was not super noisy. He placed a kiss to each of her knees before pulling them apart. Danny looked down, admiring Lacey's beautiful naked body before dragging his eyes up to hers with the most intense hunger contained within.
"Twenty minutes." Lacey whispered while leveling him with a knowing stare. She knew if they weren't careful this would go all night.
Danny scooted back and wasted no time diving into her freshly showered center. He could smell the mixture of clean skin and her natural pheromones. Something about knowing that if he delved deeper he'd likely find remnants of himself from their previous activities made him rock hard.
"Oh god—" Lacey huffed so lightly he almost missed it.
Danny had latched onto her clit to help make her more comfortable. It was known, accepted. Once he had her warmed up he pressed her legs back further, tilting her hips up and exposing lower areas for him to explore. And he did.
Danny's mouth and tongue was in every hole and crevice he could find. He bit her gently and licked her clean. Lacey let go and just let Danny do the things he wanted with his very talented mouth.
Due to his time restriction, Danny began to shift his focus to bringing her to orgasm. As Lacey reached down to pull at his beautiful hair, her phone began buzzing behind her pillow. Phoebe was here and Danny was occupied eating her out like a fucking professional, who could be calling?
Lacey released Danny's hair and begrudgingly scrambled to find the phone behind her head. Mom. It was Sunday night around 10 pm at this point, maybe something was wrong.
"It's my mom." She said softly.
Danny didn't stop. If Lacey wanted to answer, she would. Danny was on a time limit here and was not about to lose this chance. Lacey bit her lip and took a deep breath.
"Hey mom." She whispered, trying to keep her breathing even, "Oh I'm fine, Phoebe is sleeping that's all. Is everything okay?"
Danny watched Lacey's face after she asked, ready to pull back if some tragedy was happening. He vowed to be there for her through this phone call good or bad.
"Oh good, okay. Thank you. Classes are going well—"
Lacey paused again as Danny wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked in waves. Danny smiled at her reaction, the short break from his relenting mouth pressure both welcomed and agonizing at the same time. She wanted to come so bad.
"I have a tutor, by the way." Lacey continued, eyes piercing through Danny's now, "Danny. He's more like a life coach, yeah. Oh, well, he's taught me a lot. There's just so many different ways to do everything, he's really opened my eyes."
Danny pulled back to give a small bite of appreciation to her mound, his bottom teeth against her clit as he bit down. He watched Lacey mouth the words 'oh my god' and it was enough to get him to refocus on making her come. Now.
Danny's cock was now painfully hard. He wanted in, but forced himself to stay on course. He knew what would get her there and began to move his tongue in rhythmic circles while his lips managed the pressure he knew she liked best.
"Oh!" Lacey whispered a tad on the breathy side, "Oh, um, my phone is going to die soon—"
Danny nodded in agreement, not willing to compromise the progress he was making. She was close. He doubled his efforts, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her against his face firmly.
"I'll call you right back. Okay, bye—" She hung up the phone and grabbed onto Danny's hair for dear life, guiding him the way she needed him, "Like that, like that, like that—" She rambled, her hips rolling against his mouth as she found her end on her own.
She came, Lacey squeezing and pulling his hair in place of screaming like she so desperately wanted to do. Danny stayed in place, peppering small kisses to her inner thighs and the top of her mound until she was as back on earth.
Lacey pulled Danny up and snuggled him in next to her, both of them pressed together tightly as they balanced on the tiny bed.
"It's only been—" Danny tilted Lacey's phone toward him to see the time, "Eleven minutes." He smiled.
"What about you—" Lacey worried as she felt Danny's big junk and big sleep calling for her in a major way.
"I got what I came for." He kissed her forehead, "You get some sleep, don't forget to call your mom back though—"
"Oh shit, thank you."
"I'll see ya 'round, pal." Danny gave Lacey a final snuggle and then rolled off her bed.
"'Night."