It started with a book.

Nate had always liked the quiet of the university library. It wasn’t the books that drew him in — not really — but the stillness. That afternoon, though, stillness turned electric when he walked in.

Tall. Smooth brown skin. A grey T-shirt that hugged every muscle like it had a crush. He moved like he owned the floor and didn’t even know it. Nate stared over the rim of his laptop, pretending to scroll.

The guy noticed.

“Hey,” the stranger said. “You’re in my seat.”

Nate blinked. “Your seat?”

The guy smirked. “I’m kidding. Relax.”

Nate laughed — a little too loud. “Good one. You almost had me.”

“I’m Jordan.”

“Nate.”

They shook hands. Nate tried not to hold on too long, but Jordan’s palm was warm, fingers firm. And when Jordan sat across from him, Nate couldn’t stop glancing at his mouth — full lips, the kind that looked like they were made for sin.

They ended up talking for an hour. Books. Music. Sex — well, kind of. There was a charged pause when Jordan mentioned he lived alone, liked cooking shirtless, and hated sleeping with boxers on.

“I sleep naked too,” Nate said before thinking. “I mean— sometimes.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Good to know.”

The next few days, they kept bumping into each other. On purpose.

Friday night, Jordan texted: Come over. I’m cooking. Bring your appetite.

Nate replied: For food or for you?

Jordan: Both.

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Jordan’s apartment was warm, clean, smelled like spices and something stronger — lust maybe.

Dinner didn’t last long. Neither did the teasing.

By the time Jordan leaned across the couch, Nate met him halfway. The kiss was slow at first, then hungry. Tongues slid, hands roamed, clothes came off in a trail to the bedroom.

Jordan’s mouth found Nate’s neck, then chest, then lower.

“Fuck,” Nate whispered, head tilted back. “You’re good at that.”

Jordan grinned, breath warm against Nate’s skin. “I haven’t even started.”

Hands on hips, lips wrapped tight, he took Nate in — slow, deep, like he was savoring every inch. Nate’s fingers tangled in Jordan’s curls as he gasped, hips rolling into every motion. Every suck was a promise, every moan a warning.

“Turn around,” Jordan said hoarsely, voice thick with heat.

Nate obeyed, chest flat against the sheets. Jordan’s hands spread him open, tongue teasing where no one had before. Nate’s whole body shivered. He groaned as Jordan licked, sucked, made his ass sing with pleasure.

“I’ve never—” Nate gasped.

“You will now.”

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Afterward, they lay tangled, breathless, covered in sweat and satisfaction. Jordan traced lazy circles on Nate’s thigh.

“Still think I stole your seat?” Nate asked, smiling into the pillow.

Jordan kissed his shoulder. “You can have all of me now.”