Damn Jeans

"Gods, woman!" Leo cried as we walked through the door. "You're insufferable!"

'What's wrong with it, you imp?" Calypso screamed right back.

It had been a weird week. The Physics I professor had some complications with her pregnancy, so the college administration granted her a second TA to assist with her workload. The administration had deemed it fit to recruit the previous semester's top student, which happened to be...

"More than half of this fucking test is theory," Leo growled. "If you want to raise a generation of joystick engineers, you go ahead, but I will have no part in it."

"Hey," I called, seemingly startling the bickering duo. "What're you doing?"

Jason kept his distance. Calypso had apologised for her behaviour, blaming intoxication, and he had accepted. Honestly, when I told him not to let her get any hair, I was joking, but it seems Jason had taken it to heart. He gave them a smile and a wave.

"The professor asked us to draw up the first draft of the class test," Leo drawled, before turning his attention back to the paper.

"And this gear head apparently has a problem with my test," Calypso huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Leo sighed in exasperation. "All I'm saying, if you want to test their parroting skills, rather have them draw fully defined diagrams, which they can then use for the next calculations."

"Derivations are important!" Calypso argued. "I'm not raising a generation of damn cowboys, either."

"Yes, derivations are important," Leo relented, suddenly turning more gentle. "I'll admit that every student needs to know how equations were derived because when you get stuck in an exam and forget your formulas, you might be able to derive the formula yourself. But to have a test consist mostly of derivations is a bit excessive. At this level, we shouldn't be testing parroting skills, but rather the students' understanding of the concepts."

"Fine, you have a point," Calypso huffed, refusing to look at the man across from her. I understood her frustration. It was comfortable dealing with Leo when things were loud and heated. It was the moments he got quiet and serious that scared you. For all his jokes, there was a reservoir of pain below the surface, which showed once the water stilled.

"I propose that we have three main questions. First question a derivation, the other two are calculations that start with fully defined diagrams, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five marks each, amounting to sixty full marks." Leo smirked at Calypso's pout. "And if you want more theory questions, we can add a few definitions as extra credit."

"Okay, you've got yourself a deal, Valdez." Calypso beamed. Leo seemed lost in her smile for a minute, and I couldn't blame him. Calypso was an incredibly beautiful girl, and her smile was radiant.

Jason and I had silently made our way across the room, eager to get to my room. He knew those whitewashed skinny jeans did things for me. To wear it, knowing I wouldn't be able to get my hands on him for a couple of hours, was cruel, sadistic and unnecessary. His cocky little smirk as he walked out in front of me, giving me a good show, was begging for a spanking.

"Oh," Leo said just as we reached the hallway, finally giving us his full attention. "How was your first official, public date?" he wiggled his eyebrows at us.

"Well, we're both walking towards my room," I deadpanned as Jason kept walking, slipping into my room. "What does that tell you?"

"The fact that you've been eye-fucking that boy since you walked in tells me it was too long."

"And yet, you're still talking? Keeping me from the man I love?" Leo laughed.

"Anyway, we're ordering Chinese food, do you guys want anything to eat?" he asked, and we both knew it was more out of polite habit than anything else.

"Oh, I'll be eating," I smirked, and Calypso actually squeaked. I had almost forgotten she was there. "Calypso." I nodded my farewell to the girl before rushing down the hall and into my room, locking the door. I shrugged off my coat, throwing it over the same chair Jason's jacket was and kicked off my shoes as I stumbled over to where Jason was perched on the edge of the bed, taking off his boots.

I adored the winter. I loved the warm snuggles and cuddles, bundling up with hot chocolate and a movie. Jason's pink nose and cheeks as we're walking through the snow is without a doubt, the absolute cutest thing I've ever witnessed. The way he stuffs our intertwined hands into his coat pocket makes my heart sing.

I had only one issue regarding winter, and that was too many fucking layers. It took too damn long to undress my amazing boyfriend when all I wanted to do was ravage him. An eternity later, I finally had him stripped down to nothing but those sinful jeans, gooseflesh spreading over his smooth chest from the winter chill.

"Damn, I'm so fucking lucky." Jason's chest rumbled under my lips as he chuckled. I took a firm hold of his hips, spinning him around and urging him onto the bed. He instinctively bent over, spreading his thighs and making those damn jeans stretch tighter. The man was going to be the death of me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I pulled some ties out from under my bed and gave him one last, deep kiss before slotting one in between his lips and tying it at the back of his head. The knots were done loosely so he could still get out if he really needed to. Another tie secured his wrists behind his back, the silk straining. I took a moment to appreciate the way his ass stuck up in the air as I pushed his chest down into the mattress.

"This seems familiar," I purred, running cold fingers up his spine, making him shudder with a moan, muffled by the makeshift gag. My lips followed my fingers, trailing hot kisses up to his neck, where I bit down lightly. Another moan vibrated against my lips, and I ground my hips into his ass, so he could feel my appreciation.

"You know these jeans drive me crazy," I growled into his ear. He tilted his head to the side so he could look at me, the smirk evident in his eyes. "You want me to wreck you, don't you, babe?" Jason eagerly nodded his head as best he could, and it damn near shattered all my coherent thoughts.

"Okay, before I do anything, can you snap your fingers for me?" Jason wasted no time in complying. "Okay, twice?" Snap, snap. "Good boy," I coed, making Jason flush a brighter red. "Snap twice if you want me to stop, okay?" Another barely-there nod of the head, but it was enough. I pulled down his jeans, just enough to expose his muscular ass cheeks and my prize that lay in between. "I'm gonna make you cum in these fucking jeans." Jason groaned around the tie in his mouth.

I bent down to lap at the puckered ring of muscle. As my tongue delved past the tight circle, I was surprised when I met very little resistance, a familiar tang of cherry dancing across my tastebuds. I couldn't help but smack his ass with a smirk, making him jump at the unexpected sting. "You prepped yourself before the date, you little shit." Whatever Jason tried to say never made it past his gag. I smacked him again, hand meeting solid muscle, making him moan. "Don't you dare fucking deny it. I can taste the damn cherry lube."

A high pitched whine caught in Jason's throat when my hands left his hot, flushed skin. I grabbed the two bottles of lube I had bought specially for tonight from my bedside table. "I got a special surprise, babe." His head whipped toward me, eyes trained on where my hands disappeared behind my back.

I settled back behind him, hand on the back of his neck to keep his prying eyes forward. Grabbing one last silk tie, I pulled him up, back pressing against my chest and my teeth scraping the shell of his ear.

"You said you needed me to show you what you want, right?" Jason gave me a tentative nod, visibly shuddering as I whispered in his ear. "That means you have to trust me, okay, Babe?" Another nod and I gently wrapped the silk over his eyes. I had to make him focus on his sense of touch for what I was planning, had to make him feel everything even more. Letting him down slowly again, I popped the cap of the heating lube, pouring a generous amount onto his waiting, twitching hole. As I worked it into him with my fingers, I felt a great sense of pride as Jason physically shivered beneath me.

I knew what he must be feeling. The lube heating Jason from the inside, the winter chill in the air must be wreaking havoc on his skin. I grinned at the gooseflesh spreading over him, telling me as much. Jason's breath hitched with every slow, deliberate stroke over his prostate, my fingers reaching deeper and deeper without meeting much resistance. His walls fluttered around my three fingers, probably over-sensitive after his earlier play session.

"Next time you prep yourself, you better let me watch." He whined again as I withdrew my fingers. I watched as the ring of muscle clenched around nothing, Jason's whines turning needier as they continued to reverberate through his chest. I popped the button on my own jeans, pulling out my cock and slicking it up with the second bottle, the cooling lube. Shivers ran through me as cold licked at my hot, pulsing dick. Jason was going to lose his mind once it was inside of him, like a damn icicle after being heated from his very core.

I sunk into him, the overwhelming heat engulfing me, making my own head spin. Jason keened, his chest rising and falling more rapidly with his ragged breathing. "Fuck!" I groaned as he clamped down on me, squirming as both the heating and cooling lube mingled inside him. I could only imagine what he was feeling. One thing I was utterly sure of was that he was feeling every last inch moving within him.

I couldn't hold back anymore. After waiting hours, sitting through dinner, a movie, a stroll through campus, I was fucking done waiting. I pulled out to the very tip, snapping my hips back forward, driving back into Jason's incredible heat. "Oh, fuck. You have no idea how amazing you feel!"

My grip on his hips turned bruising as I pulled him back onto my cock as I slammed into him repeatedly. He tightened, clearly tipping over the edge as if that was all he needed. I pushed through the overwhelming sensation, vicelike tightness, making sure the gorgeous man under me was wholly spent before I let go myself. My forehead fell in between his shoulder blades, vision blacking out, as I spilt inside of Jason. His walls contracted around me, milking me for all I was worth.

It took longer than I would care to admit to regain my senses and my breath for that matter. My head felt like lead as I forced myself back up, slipping out of Jason's, probably tender, ass. Shaky fingers undid the ties around his wrists, then the gag and lastly the blindfold. Jason turned those beautiful blue eyes on me, still battling for breath, and my stomach flipped.

"That was..." he croaked in a wrecked, raspy voice, which would have made me cum if Jason hadn't already reduced me to nothing but a limp noodle.

"You were amazing," I said, pulling him in for a kiss. "I'm gonna draw you a bath, okay?"

Jason nodded with a happy smile. "Yeah, that'd be good."

"I love you, Jason."

"I love you, too, Perce."