Chapter 1: Stolen Glances
Pablo couldn’t keep his eyes off Guillermo. It wasn’t just the way his classmate’s broad shoulders filled out his tight t-shirt or how his dark, messy hair fell into his piercing hazel eyes. No, it was something more primal, something that had Pablo’s heart racing every time they were in the same room. They were both seniors, stuck in the monotony of final exams and college applications, but Pablo’s mind was elsewhere—specifically, on the memory of Guillermo in nothing but his tight black briefs during a late-night study session at a friend’s dorm. The bulge in those briefs had been impossible to ignore, a thick outline that hinted at something massive, something that made Pablo’s mouth go dry and his thoughts spiral into dangerous territory.
Today, they were paired up for a history project, forced to sit side by side in the library. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, or at least Pablo felt it. Guillermo, oblivious as ever, leaned over the table, his muscular arm brushing against Pablo’s as he pointed at a textbook.
‘So, we’re covering the Spanish conquest. You good with taking the lead on the research, Pablito?’ Guillermo teased, his voice low and playful, that damn nickname rolling off his tongue like honey.
Pablo smirked, leaning back in his chair, trying to play it cool despite the heat creeping up his neck. ‘Only if you stop calling me that, Guillo. I’m not a kid, and I’m pretty sure I could school you on more than just history.’
Guillermo raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face. ‘Oh, really? Big talk for someone who blushes every time I get too close. What’s got you so flustered, huh?’
Pablo’s breath hitched, but he refused to back down. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. ‘Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve seen what you’re packing under those jeans. Hard to focus on conquistadors when I’m wondering how you’d conquer me.’
Guillermo’s eyes darkened, a flicker of surprise quickly replaced by something hungrier. He chuckled, deep and throaty, leaning even closer until their faces were inches apart. ‘Careful, Pablo. Keep talking like that, and I might just show you. Right here. Right now.’
The library was quiet, save for the distant hum of a copier and the rustle of pages. Pablo’s pulse thundered in his ears as he held Guillermo’s gaze, the challenge hanging heavy between them. He could feel the heat radiating off Guillermo’s body, could smell the faint musk of his cologne mixed with something raw and intoxicating.
‘Prove it,’ Pablo shot back, his voice steady despite the storm of desire raging inside him. ‘Or are you all talk and no action?’
Guillermo’s grin turned predatory. He glanced around, ensuring no one was watching, then grabbed Pablo’s wrist under the table, guiding his hand to the front of his jeans. Pablo’s fingers brushed against the hard, unmistakable ridge of Guillermo’s cock, already straining against the fabric. A jolt of electricity shot through him, his own body responding instantly, aching with need.
‘Feel that?’ Guillermo murmured, his voice rough with lust. ‘That’s what you do to me, Pablo. Now, what are you gonna do about it?’
Pablo’s lips parted, a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue, but before he could speak, Guillermo tugged him out of his chair, pulling him toward the secluded stacks at the back of the library. The shadows swallowed them as Guillermo pinned Pablo against a shelf, their bodies pressed tight, the heat of their breath mingling. Pablo could feel every inch of Guillermo’s hard body, could sense the raw, pulsing desire between them as their lips hovered just a whisper apart, ready to crash into something explosive.
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