Problem with a One Night Stand Ch. 03

"Yes!" Jay exclaimed without thought. "We were actually just talking about going tonight too but we're trying to lay low though, so well have to kind of play it by ear and see how it goes." Jay stretched, and I didn't miss the way Matt's eyes followed the lines of his stomach as his muscles stretched and contracted again. I smiled at his blatant affection, remembering all too well his days in the closet. "Things have been getting crazy with the election so close. Reporters came up to us at lunch today and wouldn't leave us alone until we got back onto the campus. It was ridiculous."

"Maybe the wig can make an appearance." I offered. "That thing is great."

"True, but people know Jason." Matt sighed. "I still want to go out though. I just can't do any drinking just in case anyone does recognize me, but I don't want everyone to just sit around inside cause of me."

"We'll all go in solidarity." I told him. "If you need to leave or anything is crazy, we all go."

"Thanks." He gave me a kind grin, and I just nodded in return before pushing off the bed.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." I grinned. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

I chuckled to myself as I bolted out the door before they could say anything else, being sure to shut it on my way out. I'm sure there would be more shenanigans before the afternoon was over. I skipped my way up the stairs, stopping at Andrew's room to see if he was there. The door was open, but he wasn't in his room, so I left with a sick feeling in my stomach. The fact that I hadn't seen him for a week made me feel cheap, even though I knew it wasn't the case.

Getting Lindsey dressed for Lucky's was fun, and enough of a distraction to keep me from thinking about my boy problems. I was excited to dance the night away and have a good time with my friends. The four of us headed out around 10, not wanting to be too eager to get there and give away our age. As expected, the bouncer hardly glanced twice at our ID and let us inside without a problem. The club was already hopping with a lively crowd at the bar downstairs, and the steady thump of the bass coming from the dance floor upstairs had my blood pumping wildly. I needed this. I had barely been out since school started, and rarely at a place that catered to my interests. Matt and Jay saw some people they knew and separated from us, so Lindsey and I made our way up the stairs to where the DJ was spinning. The dance floor was already packed with sweaty bodies in various stages of dress, guys grinding on each other and the occasional girl dancing with her friends. I took Lindsey's hand and led her right into the middle of the dance floor before we started to dance. The music pumped through my veins, fueling my good mood, and dragging away any concerns about Andrew.

Eventually, Matt and Jay joined us, and the four of us danced in the middle of the floor without a care in the world. Jason was practically glued to Matt, worried about what could possibly go wrong. Nothing ever did, of course, since Matt's dad was campaigning heavily for gay rights, but they were so protective of each other, it was adorable.

My train of thought ended rapidly when I felt someone grinding against me from behind, hands on my hips with a hard cock pushing against my ass. I casually scooted forward before turning to face who it was. My eyes went wide when I realized it was Greg, the guy I wish I could kill and bury with just a glance. "Hey, you." He greeted me, his words slurring and hard to understand. "We should get out of here."

"No thanks." I told him, backing away. I didn't want anything to do with him, but he was obviously drunk and I didn't want to instigate him. "I'm just here to dance with my friends."

"Come on." He drawled out, gripping my arm in a tight hold. "I want you to suck my cock. I've seen you staring at me in the dorm. I know you want to."

"Sorry, I'm really not interested." I told him, pulling away. Out of nowhere, Matt grabbed my arm and helped drag me through the crowd to another area. It was the first time I was grateful for his size. The crowd parted for him without any issue. "Thanks." I told him. "That guy sucks."

We were over by the bar and a little bit off the dance floor, so we could actually hear our own thoughts. "Wasn't that the guy dating Andrew?"

"They're not dating." I spat out, a little more aggressively than I meant to. "I mean, I don't think they are." I tried to cover it up.

He scratched under the seam of the wig, but kept his gaze on me. "I'm pretty sure Andrew said they were dating." He told me. "He specifically said that last week before dinner. I'm certain he did, actually."

I shook my head, vehemently disagreeing with what he was saying. "No, I'm pretty sure Andrew is single."

Matt stared at me curiously for a few seconds before his face softened. "Oh, Josh. No. please tell me you're not."

"Not what?" I tried to keep a straight face, but the intensity f his stare was too much. I struggled to make eye contact and he so blatantly saw right through me.

"Not sleeping with Andrew." He clarified, and I stilled under his stare. Fuck. How did everyone know? "Josh. No. it is a terrible idea."

"It's not." I argued. "We get along really well."

"Then why are you hiding it? Does Jason know?"

"I don't tell Jason everything, you know." Matt just stared at me, and I knew I was busted. "He doesn't want anyone to know so he doesn't lose his job." I explained. "So it's just a secret for now. It's fine."

Matt shook his head at me. "No, this is a bad idea. Josh, he's not a good guy for you. He's no better than Adam. In fact, I'd go out on a limb and say he's worse than Adam ever was to you. This is a terrible idea, and you're going to get hurt."

"I won't, I promise." I told him. "But please don't tell Jason. He doesn't want people to know."

"Don't you want someone who is proud to be with you and will want to let people know he's dating you?"

I scoffed. "Hi Kettle, it's me, Pot."

"That was different." He raised his hands in exasperation. "I was wrong, I know that. But we had a presidential election to worry about. All Andrew has to worry about is a job as an RA. Let's face it. They don't exactly compare."

"Presidential election or not, I'm still a lot younger than him, and people will talk. It could affect his ability to get a job."

"You're making excuses, Josh, and you know it. He is not worth your time. You should get out now while you still can." He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm not trying to be harsh. I've known Andrew for a long time, and he is not always the kind guy you think he is. He is nice, sure, but he's also self-serving, and you can do so much better than that. You deserve the best, and I just don't think Andrew is it for you."

"You have no idea what you're talking about. He and I get along so well, and we have fantastic chemistry, and he IS kind. You don't see the way he treats me cause you're not around. If you saw how he is with me, you would change your mind."

Matt set his jaw and I knew he would give up, even if he didn't want to. "You're an adult, and I don't want to lecture you, but I do want you to be careful. You're my friend and I would hate to see you get hurt by someone that doesn't deserve you."

"I appreciate your concern, but really, it'll be fine. We have a great thing going right now, and I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt that he really will eventually do the right thing. I really like him and think this could be a good thing for me." He didn't look convinced, but he nodded and let the topic go. By the time we made it back to the group, Lindsey was looking pretty worried. I smiled it off, not wanting to stress her out with the details of a confrontation with Matt, and focused on enjoying the evening.

Hours passed, and the crowd was getting wild. I had opted not to drink either because I didn't want any dumb moves on my part to affect Matt and Jay. Matt's words were grinding on my nerves though, and I couldn't help but let that little seed of doubt he had planted blossom into something bigger, gnawing at my thoughts and making me question everything. Was Andrew really dating Greg? Should I be more worried than I am? Why would he keep up with me if he didn't really want to be with me? I assume the sex was great for him too, but there was no way that was the only thing from coming back. Then again, Andrew wasn't always coming back. He had been MIA all week, what if he was trying to ghost me?

As we traipsed out of Lucky's and back down the street towards the dorm, I couldn't help but wonder if I really was going to be single forever. I hated that Matt's words had crept inside me and made me so unsure of the future, but he had a point. If Andrew was really so nice, would he leave me hanging the way that he does? I tried to push the doubt away as we headed back. Going our separate ways, I found myself alone in my room. Again. I stripped down to just my boxers and climbed into my bed, ready to just sleep this night away.

I was just dozing off when my phone vibrated on my nightstand. I considered ignoring it, but then I thought that maybe reading a drunken 2 am text would be worth it, so I reached over and grabbed it. A flutter exploded in my stomach when I realized it was Andrew. I was torn between being upset and ignoring it, or excited and anxious to see what he had to say. I went with the latter. All he asked me was if I was still up.I'm not in the mood tonight, sorry.I texted back, and shut off my phone altogether.

Not even three seconds later, there was a knock on my door, and Andrew tentatively pushed it open and stuck his head in. "So you are up." He said softly. "Can I come in?"

I sighed, but motioned for him to come in, sitting up and pulling my pillow onto my lap to snuggle in an effort to keep my hands to myself. I didn't want to take the events of the night out on Andrew, but I also didn't want to be led on. "What are you doing here?"

He frowned. "I came to see you."

"Why now? You haven't come by all week. I'm not in the mood to be your booty call right now so you should probably go." I picked at a loose thread on my pillowcase, frustrated with everything that was going on right now. "I ran into Greg tonight." I told him, looking him straight in the eye. "He tried to take me home from Lucky's."

Andrew raised his eyebrows at me before wrinkling his brow. "You said no, right?"

"Don't worry, you can have him all to yourself." I told him. "Now, I'm really tired. Can you please go so that I can go to bed?"

Instead, Andrew closed the door behind him. "What are you talking about? You seem upset about something."

"Look, if you want to keep dating Greg, that's fine. I get that you feel like you can be out and proud with him, but I'm not going to continue to be your side piece. But he's n asshole, just so you know."

Andrew sighed, and came over to sit on the bed. I didn't move over for him, but I didn't exactly kick him out either. "I'm not dating Greg, or sleeping with him, or even entertaining the idea. I asked you to not see anyone else, why do you think I would run around on you?"

I shrugged. "You told Matt you were dating him."

He winced. "It wasn't like that. I have never been on a date with him, and I don't intend to. I like what we have, and I intend to keep it going. I've been busy this week, that's all. Our schedules haven't aligned at all, but that doesn't mean I'm running around with someone else. I swear, it has only been you since we met that night in DC. You can call my mom and ask her, if you don't believe me. She knows all about you. So do most of my friends from home. The only people who don't know are the people here that I work with. If you really want me to tell people here about you, I can, but you will probably have to move off my floor. There are weird rules about that kind of thing."

"I tried to transfer." I admitted. "My dad freaked out cause he pulled some strings to get me my own room, and if I moved, I would have to give it up."

"Yeah, someone on campus is in a forced triple because of you." He grinned, but I knew he was joking. "What do I need to do to convince you I don't care about Greg?"

"Nothing, I'm fine." I told him. "I just feel dirty now that he touched me." I shuddered. "Club guys are gross."

"Hey, I met you in a club, and I think we turned out just fine." He argued, giving me a gentle shove. "But really, if you're having thoughts like this, please come talk to me about it. I don't want this to be messed up because of a misunderstanding."

"I know, it just got into my head when Matt said that you were dating him. He's just such an asshole."

"Oh, he's the worst." Andrew laughed. "Don't worry about him. He's not my type anyway." He gave me a shy grin, and I felt myself melting away already. I was such a sucker for this guy. "My type is very, very different from him, as it turns out." He turned over onto his hands and knees and started creeping towards me on the bed. I couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped my lips, and struggled to reign it in, act a little cooler.

"Oh, really?" I asked, leaning back as he crept into my space, his body hovering over mine. My fingers ached to grasp onto him and not let him go until we were both very, very sated, but I resisted the urge, wanting him to work for it a little more.

"Nope." He lowered his mouth to my neck, hovering right next to my ear, his warm breath tickling me with every exhale. His tongue crept out and just barely touched my lobe, sending sparks of heat right to my groin. "My type happens to be you, exactly you. Just as you are." I clutched the pillow on my lap tighter, desperately clinging to any last thread of self control I had left.I will not cave in, I will not cave in, I will not cave in.

I caved in.

As soon as Andrew's lips hit my neck and he began to kiss his way over my skin, I was a goner, melting into his touch faster than butter on a hot stove. His lips worked over mine, ghosting over my chest and collarbone, covering all the skin he could reach from our awkward angle, until he finally pulled the pillow from my hands and put it aside, before gently pushing me onto my back on the bed. I collapsed onto the mountain of blankets I had earlier shoved aside, and he was on top of me in seconds. "You want to know a secret?" he murmured against my mouth before running his tongue along the seam of my lips.

"What?" I whispered back, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders and holding him close. He arched back slightly as my fingers kneaded his muscles, letting them dance over the firmness that hid beneath his t-shirt.

"I saw you at Lucky's tonight." He murmured, moving back down along the column of my neck. "I saw you shaking it like no one was watching, having fun with your friends. You just looked so happy and free, and I don't think I have ever wanted you more." He admitted. "I wish it didn't have to be so hard, because you're beautiful and I have never wanted anyone as badly as I want you. All the time. You are constantly on my mind." His mouth found mine again, as his hand slid down my body to the top of my boxers.

"Mmm." I moaned out, pushing my hips up, hoping the movement would push his fingertips under the fabric.

"Tell me you feel the same way." He murmured against my lips. "Are you in this too, Josh?"

"Yes." I moaned out before he took advantage of my open mouth and slid his tongue inside. He let his body completely fall onto mine, and we ended up wrapped up in each other as we kissed on top of my sheet. I made quick work of getting rid of his shirt, and was fumbling for his pants when he stilled me with a mindnumbingly good kiss. I was putty in this man's hands.

"Don't you remember last week?" He asked me, pulling back and looking into my eyes. "I told you all of this before. I like you, a lot, and I think we can survive this year if we work together."

"But then you barely talked to me all week. It freaked me out, and then with the whole Greg thing...." I confessed. "Wait, if you were at Lucky's, did you see him come on to me?"

"No." He shook his head before leaning down and kissing my forehead. "And that's probably a good thing. I would have kicked his ass for even looking at you."

My heart pounded in my chest at his possessive words. Sure, he was probably exaggerating, but no one had ever proclaimed that they wanted to defend my honor before. It made me feel warm and fuzzy in ways I couldn't even comprehend. I don't think I had ever really known what love was. Not from my parents, not from boyfriends or secret lovers in school, not even with Adam. Not really, at least. But this feeling I had right now, this warm, blossoming feeling in my gut....it had to be love, or at least the beginning of it. Andrew may not be perfect, and our situation was definitely not ideal, but maybe, just maybe, he was the prince charming I had been waiting for. I certainly had my flaws.

I couldn't find any words to say to him, so I opted to pull him close to me and pour everything I had into kissing him. He didn't fight me on it, but rather, pulled me close to him and helped me shuffle out of my boxers, while he also shed his clothing. He stopped to look at me for a long second before he grinned and stood beside the bed. I looked up at him too, our eyes locked on each other, and I felt my body flush under his intense stare. He was gorgeous, and I just couldn't get enough of those green eyes. I didn't get to watch him much longer, though, because he grabbed my hips and dragged me towards him, lining my ass up with the edge of the bed. I laughed as he dropped to his knees, draped my legs over his shoulders, and wiggled his eyebrows at me. My laughs uickly turned into moans as his hand wrapped around my shaft and his tongue found my hole. He was a man on a mission tongith, that's for sure. He licked and suckled at my hole, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin around it before straightening his tongue and probing it inside me. His hand on my cock slowly stroked, enough to give me a pleasant feeling but not enough to get me to the edge. "Oh, fuck, Andrew." I moaned out as his free hand gently gripped my hip. "That feels so good." He played with my ass, taunting me and teasing with the same lacksadaisical pressure, his fingers gently playing with me. Occasionally, he would move his mouth over to my quivering thigh and plant a gently kiss there, or casually suck on just the tip of my cock. He was more giving in bed than anyone I had ever been with, and it melted my insides when he put that tongue to good use.

When Andrew decided I was finally wet enough for him, he pulled a condom from my nightstand quickly sheathed himself. In a matter of seconds, he had me flipped onto my hands and knees, was kneeling behind me, and driving his big shaft into my tight hole. He had teased me and opened me up so sufficiently I didn't feel any pain, totally lost in the pleasure of his cock seated deep inside me. He gave me a few deep pumps, slow and steady, before gently lowering me down further onto my stomach. My cock rubbed against my sheets as he thrust in and out of me, so slow and deep I felt like I could just die from the intense pleasure I was feeling. Andrew lowered himself over me and kissed between my shoulder blades, gently moving his lips over my skin as he pulsed inside me. His hands crept under my arms and found mine where they were gripping the sheets. I had never felt so cared for in bed, which seemed weird to me. I closed my eyes tight and let him hold me as he rocked in and out of me.

The tenderness of it all was moving, but the urge to cum soon won over and I pushed my hips back against him. He got the hint and started going a little faster, but not enough. "Harder." I moaned out. "Fuck me harder, Andrew!"