Winters were actually quite comfortable in Liliport during the day. It was cool, somewhat drizzly. We got snow one year, but it melted about five minutes afters on the ground.

The nights, though – those could be chilly, and in the dorms where there was no heat – only air conditioning – it could get chilly, so once I was done with studying, I was right into bed.

I laid under my covers as I pulled out my comm, checking over the messages from my family, trying to figure out what I had done to piss off my Dad this time. He called me when I had to buy a new backpack and wanted to know why, and when I couldn’t come up with an excuse better than ‘I liked the color’, he really chewed me out.

And my Dad could be strict, but usually he had a reason...I just didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t a twenty note backpack.

But Dad played his cards close to his chest, so until he was ready to tell me why I was in trouble, I wouldn’t know. I logged onto my techy and scanned over the new videos Tosser sent me, sighing.

I was halfway through the semester and I had probably hooked up with Tosser at least twice a week since then, but never on campus or in the university district because I didn’t want to risk my siblings or one of their friends seeing me. There was a lot of places to mess around in deeper in the city, but since my siblings and all their close friends from church – and they were only friends with people from church – were all in bed asleep right after their sundown prayers, I figured we were pretty safe.

I had no idea what the heck I was doing with him, though.

We were courting, I guess, but we really didn’t do much talking. We just fooled around, and only met up to fool around, and it was never scheduled. One minute I was in the ocean trying to avoid the life guard seeing me so she wouldn’t tell me to get out, and the next Tosser was tackling me into the water and dragging me out for a blowjob in the back of his patrol car.

He never warned me.

He was just there.

I refused to message him though. If he messaged me, then I’d respond, but if figured as long as I wasn’t initiating anything...then that wasn’t bad?

I don’t know.

But I was frustrated.

I quietly set my comm down on my desk before I reached up under my pillow to pull out the little picture binder I had that Tosser had given me. Every time I got a good grade on a test or assignment, he’d give me a new kinky picture for my binder. I usually kept it in the locked drawer in my desk where we were supposed to keep our most valuable things so they were taken by the cleaners that came once a month by accident, and…

Yeah, realizing that my most valuable thing I had was a little folder full of Tosser being vile was…

I sighed and eyed the one of him with his dress uniform on, the handle of a whip between his teeth, shirt and jacket open, gloved hands on his hips…

I frowned and reached over for my comm, but I hesitated. I laid my hand on it before I decided I wouldn’t call him. I flipped through my binder for another few minutes before I reached down to pull open my locked drawer, holding my thumb on the finger pad there to unlock it before I stick the folder in, closing it. It chirped, signaling it was locked, and I rolled over to lay on my stomach, pulling my blankets higher to hide from the chill of my room.

This was one of the first nights I didn’t go out and explore the city.

I was exhausted from study for my mid terms, and exhausted from finishing a big project for my comparative religions courses. It had been...enlightening, to say the least.

Most of all, I was exhausted from trying to find reasons to justifying a lot of what I had been raised to believe.

I was so exhausted.

My door clicked quietly and I frowned as the two locks on it slowly squeaked, turning as someone unlocked my door from the outside...which was weird.

I lifted my head, watching with a frown as someone slipped into my room silently, closing the door behind them and locking both the locks. “Who is that?” I asked in a sleep heavy voice.

“A rapist.” A voice said darkly.

Tosser!

I sat up suddenly and saw his shit eating smile as he light up his comm under his face - I half fell out of bed to stand there. “How did you get in the dorm house!?”

“I’m the MAN?” He laughed, looking me over. “You are so cute in your little sleeping pants and shirt.” He teased in a cutesy voice. I slapped the hand away that tried to pull at the front of my pants. “Anyway, no one saw me, but I did hear someone moving around so I probably should hang out here for a little while.”

I heaved a sigh, “Are you lying?” I asked as I got back into bed. He shook his head and I sighed harder. I gave him a look when he crawled onto the bed, hitting the side of my side with his groin until I was forced to scoot closer to the wall, Tosser settling on the edge of the bed. I closed my eyes, but when he reached down and groped at my dick through the blankets, sheets, and my pants, I groaned and rolled onto my stomach. “I’m sleeping.”

“Good. Sleep.”

I reached down and pushed his hand away from my ass. I laid still when I heard each of his boots hit the floor, the blankets lifting briefly before Tosser slide under the sheets to lay his body on top of mine, keeping his weight off of me somehow. He did that a lot, did the illusion of aggression – he’d ‘slam’ me against things, but I was never actually slammed, just jerked around and pinned, and he’d put his body on mine, but it usually just enough for me to feel his weight but not enough to suffocate me.

I was craving it waaaaaay to much.

His hands pushed under me to grab my cock with one hand and balls with the other and my eyes screwed close. I lifted my hips a little, rolling my hips back to rub against his crotch. “Sleeping…” I mumbled as I rubbed into his hands.

“Shhh, I won’t give you a choice, so God will forgive you.” He teased.

“I have mid-terms in the morning.” I groaned. “Go away.”

“Shhhhh, sleep, sweet little victim.” He breathed against my ear, kissing behind it tenderly. “I’ll take such good care of my little church mouse.”

“Ugh, God,” I tried kicked back but my feet were mostly trapped by the sheets and I was to lazy to make the effort and actually hit him. “Don’t make a mess of my sheets.”

“I’ll suck you off.”

My eyes popped open before I moved, rolling onto my back while he quietly snickered, trying to hold onto me with both hands until he had no choice but to let go. He started to scoot down but I stopped him, grabbing his coat. “Come ‘ere,” I mumbled, pulling him toward me. “Before you get all gross…” I pulled him down, kissing him, tasting him as he hummed, one hand coming up to hold onto my jaw while his other pulled and pushed my pants down until they were half way down my thigh.

While we kissed, slow and deep, I started to push off his jacket, dropping it outside the bed before pulling and peeling off the skin tight long sleeves shirt of his uniform, dropping that outside the bed as well. I broke our kiss and pulled him against me, Tosser turning his face to deeply inhale against my skin as I wrapped an arm around his neck and the other around his back.

“I can’t suck your dick from up here.” He mumbled against the hinge of my jaw, “I’m good but not that good.”

“I don’t want you to blow me tonight.” I mumbled back, sighing. His to hot flesh felt so good against me, warming my chilled skin, especially my face.

“You want me to finger you then?” He mused, a hand reaching down to slid between my thighs.

“I want you to just go to sleep, Tosser.” I sighed, his hand stilling. “You can reward me by sucking me off when I pass my tests tomorrow. Tonight, just keep me warm so I can sleep good.”

He stayed still for a long time before he shifted to lay next to me but mostly on me, wrapping his arms around my waist. After a while, when I started to feel sleepy again, I released him to turn and lay with my back to his chest, Tosser pressing up tightly against me and nuzzling his nose against my neck.

We were quiet for a while before he lifted his chin to brush his lips to my ear. “Call me Terrance.” He mumbled in my ear, his voice low and even, soft almost, “Everyone I hate calls me Terry or Tosser. I want you to call me Terrance.”

“You whine like a child.” I growled, squirming as he wrapped his arms around me tighter and threw a leg over both mine. “Who else calls you Terrance?” I mumbled.

“God.”

I sighed hard. “Go to sleep.” I stressed, closing my eyes. He rubbed a hand over my ribs as I relaxed, reaching to take his hand in mine to hold it still as I started to drift, the warmth of his chest against my back nice in the cold dorm room.

“God’s only given me one person to save my life, you know.” He said quietly then. I frowned, shifting as he pressed more firmly to my back, wrapping himself around me entirely. “If he didn’t want me to be with you, and love you, then why would he do that?” He said in that quiet, soft tone that was strange and new with him. Normally he was at jokes, and teasing, and growling, and just fooling around, but soft? Vulnerable?

This was new.

Probably because this was the first time I turned him down for sex and instead asked for cuddle.

Because we were…

I guess…

In a…...a new stage…..of our relationship?

“God didn’t make it so you only had one mate, the devil did that.” I mumbled.

“That what they teach you in the Fellowship?”

I was quiet at that.

“At my church, they teach us that God’s way of keeping the evil desires of man at bay is to have just one mate...and he gave me you.” He whispered. I slowly opened my eyes to stare at the wall. “Letting you go would be like spitting in God’s face. It would be worst then suicide in my church.”

“Go to sleep, Terrance.” I said softly. He hummed but kissed my shoulder sweetly before he nuzzled his face against my neck, inhaling deeply against my skin slowly. It felt weirdly nice. Calming.

God, he was rubbing off on me.

His vile ways were making me crave his touch. It had to be the work of the devil, because I had never felt so relaxed or safe as I did now in his arms.

I had never had a more restful sleep either.

I woke up to Tosser….Terrance….sliding out of bed, pulling his boots on and then pulling his shirt on. I patted at his back and he hummed as I yanked on it to try and get his sinful, evil ass back behind mine so I could be warm and cozy again. “Why?” I mumbled, half asleep.

“Work.” He whispered back. “I’ll come bother you later when no one is looking.”

“How could you know no one is looking?” I scowled as I rolled onto my side, facing him to watch him yank his boots on.

“I’m the MAN.” He said simply, leaning down to kiss my forehead as he yanked on his jacket and zipped it up. I reached up and held onto the collar of his jacket and turned my face up to kiss his briefly before I dropped my head down, my hand falling uselessly back to the bed as well. He tucked me in before he kissed my forehead, smoothing my hair back as I drifted back to sleep. “I’m going to get you your own comm so I can stalk you while I’m at work,” He mumbled.

Or at least I think he mumbled.

I was half asleep, and I fell asleep to him stroking my hair.

When I got up from my alarm, he was gone and my room was bright with sunlight.

I felt odd, but also…

Relieved, I guess.

Relieved because…

Because I wasn’t sure.

But I knew it had to do with Tos-

Terrance.

Just thinking about his name made everything with him feel very real, and I think that was it. I was in a strange relationship with a man my age named Terrance. We had a good time, and I enjoyed it – for the first time of my life, I enjoyed something. The last time I enjoyed something this much, I was helping my little blind neighbor, but this felt so much more…

Just more.

I made me want to be…

More.