Level Up – Franklin U 2 Read Online Max Walker

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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“Nah,” he said, “I’m deathly scared of those fuckers, too.” He pushed his hips forward. Gently, but enough for our hard lengths to rub together. Flames seared through any shred of logic I may have possessed. I wanted to get Ryan as naked and wet as I was. He lowered his hands, sitting them above my ass. I became hyperaware of how much water I dripped onto the floor, of how I must have been soaking through Ryan’s clothes, and yet he didn’t let me go.

“This is weird,” I said out loud but still didn’t budge.

I didn’t like Ryan. Or rather… I didn’t like this. The way this entire situation made me feel like I was doing something morally wrong. In reality, I barely knew anything about Ryan. I only knew about his father.

Maybe, in this case, the apple did fall far from the toxic tree?

“I like it.” His grip around me tightened, pulling me against him. God, he was so firm. I could practically feel each individual muscle of his ripple and shift under my hands. He was a Greek god, and I simply wanted to worship him. I wanted to run directly to his altar and drop to my knees. I wanted to…

Redpine Global.

Arch-nemesis.

Impossible.

The last strand of logic and morals I had left suddenly solidified. This wasn’t weird; it was wrong. Ryan and his family stood against every single thing I fought for in this world. No matter how hot he was, or how muscular he was, or how big his dick felt, or how funny he could be, or how interesting his hobbies were, or how… no. This couldn’t happen.

I somehow conjured the strength of an entire Spartan army and took a step back. I put both hands over my stiff dick in a small sign of modesty, although I noticed Ryan did nothing to hide the massive tent that had formed in his shorts. Fuck. I wanted to take care of it. I didn’t even care if I came or not; I wanted to focus on him. Make him see the stars before he blew his load down my throat.

“You’re so sexy, Jay.”

“And you’re bad news, Ry.”

Ah, damn it. A nickname. It had slipped out, and now there was no taking it back.

His face lit up. He fisted his stiff dick, gave it a shake through his shorts. “Why don’t we forget about the spider and focus on us instead?”

The temptation was intense. No one would know if me and Ryan fooled around behind closed doors. But if it ever got out… Activism was about passion, but it was also about reputation. How would anyone listen to my message if they knew I was sleeping with the enemy? I’d lose all respect, from others and from myself.

Or maybe it wasn’t even about any of that…

What would my dad think?

It couldn’t happen.

I had to be strong.

But fuuuuuck, Ryan made me so horny.

“Why am I bad news, Jay?”

I blinked, surprised he still didn’t realize. How did he walk around the world with all this blood and oil on his hands and not even care? He was a smart guy. I was sure he was aware of the damage his family caused with their company.

I wasn’t about to go into it with him now. Not while I was still dripping wet, butt-ass naked, and hard as a goddamn stalagmite.

“Just forget it and call someone who can deal with the tarantula in the bathroom.” I grabbed my damp towel and wrapped it back around my waist. Ryan’s face dropped in disappointment.

Yeah, well, that made two of us, buddy.

Three days had passed since the spider incident, and I would still randomly get hard throughout the day thinking about it.

Which was awkward when I was sitting across from my advisor this morning. I went to ask if I could double major in Environmental Science and Theater. Unfortunately, she had let me know that their theater program was full but that I could still audition for the spring plays. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted to hear, but being in Cali meant there were way more opportunities to grow as an actor outside of college.

It was also a great way to deflate my perma-boner, although it didn’t last too long.

Even now, while I sat in a huge lecture hall being taught all about how to stain a culture of bacteria. It was likely one of the least sexiest topics in the world, and yet I couldn’t get my dick to calm the fuck down. I tried focusing on taking notes, but I’d miss random things because all I kept thinking about was:

Dick, dick, dick, dick, Ryan’s dick, cock dick, Ryan’s dick against mine, Ryan’s dick inside me, dick cock⁠—

Yeah. It wasn’t great.

“Psst.”

Maddison Winstead, someone who’d quickly become a good friend in the short amount of time since I transferred, pulled my attention out of my peen-trance. She sat next to me, doodling in her iPad instead of taking notes. She had bright pink hair styled in a pixie cut, which made her hard to miss in any room. She had a gentle face but an ability to read someone to filth and not even break a sweat doing it. She was pre-med, extremely driven, and extremely political.



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