The Troll Whisperer by Sera Trevor Page A

expressive face. It was what made her
so fun to mess with. She focused her gaze on Noah. “My sister
wanted me to thank you again for showing her around campus.”
     
    “It was my pleasure. I only started at SCCC
in January, so I feel like a newbie myself, but I’m glad I was able
to be of service.”
     
    Aneisha looked back to Oscar. “So how’s that
cleanup going? We still got roaches in your building, so I’m
guessing not too good.” She smirked in satisfaction at Oscar’s
mortified look.
     
    Noah gave Oscar a puzzled look. “What
cleanup?”
     
    “My apartment’s kind of dirty,” he said.
“There’s a pest problem in my building.”
     
    Aneisha crossed her arms smugly. “There
certainly is.” Oh, she was enjoying this.
     
    “I can help, if you want,” Noah said to
Oscar.
     
    “No, it’s cool. I can handle it.” He gave him
a little splash and a smile. “You wanna go inside now?”
     
    Noah grinned back. “Sounds good.”
     
    They got out of the pool. While Noah bent
down to pick up the towels he’d left on one of the pool chairs,
Oscar made eye contact with Aneisha. He mimed some exaggerated
thrusts with his hips in the direction of Noah’s backside. She
looked like she was about to explode from outrage.
     
    He stopped as soon as Noah turned back
around. He handed Oscar a towel.
     
    “It was nice talking with you,” Noah said to
Aneisha. “Tell your sister I said hi.”
     
    She was still fuming, but she managed a tight
smile. “I will. I hope you have a nice afternoon.” Her gaze lit on
Oscar, the fire of impotent rage burning in her eyes.
     
    “See you around!” Oscar said cheerily.
     
    Aneisha didn’t bother responding. She turned
on her heel and stomped back to the leasing office.
     
    “What was all that about?” Noah asked when
she was gone.
     
    “She just doesn’t like me,” Oscar said.
“She’s always on my ass about something. It’s no big deal.” He
goosed Noah. “Speaking about asses, why don’t you get yours inside
and out of those trunks?”
     
    Noah laughed. “Sounds like a plan.”
     
    They retreated to Noah’s apartment; Oscar
pulled Noah into a kiss the moment the door closed.
     
    Noah laughed a little. “Aren’t we going to
dry off first?”
     
    Oscar nibbled at his neck. “Why? I like you
wet.”
     
    That earned both a kiss on the lips and a
moan. They fumbled to the bedroom, dropping their towels on the
floor as they made out. Oscar got his trunks off first. Noah picked
up his towel and handed it to Oscar. “Seriously, though— I don’t
want my bed all wet.”
     
    Oscar accepted the towel begrudgingly. He
expected Noah to take off his trunks, but instead, Noah gave him a
quick peck on the lips. “Wait here for me. I’ve got to use the
bathroom.”
     
    Oscar obediently began drying himself off as
Noah disappeared into the bathroom. When he was reasonably dry,
Oscar sat on the bed. He stroked himself a little while he waited.
A few minutes passed, and then a few more. He wondered what was
taking Noah so long.
     
    At last, he emerged. He was naked and dry
except for his damp hair, which was sticking out in all directions.
He held two things in his hands, which he set on the nightstand: a
condom and a bottle of lube.
     
    Oscar’s cock jumped. He looked up at Noah.
“So, uh, what will we be doing with those?”
     
    Noah straddled Oscar’s lap. “What do you
think?”
     
    They kissed some more, grinding against each
other until Oscar put a stop to it. “We aren’t going to get far if
you keep doing that,” he said, panting.
     
    Noah was panting, too. He got off of Oscar
and reached for the lube and condom. He pressed them into Oscar’s
hand.
     
    “Just so we’re clear, you want me to fuck
you, right?”
     
    “Yes.”
     
    “You sure?”
     
    In lieu of an answer, Noah wrapped his arms
around Oscar and kissed the breath right out of him. Noah lay down
on the bed as Oscar got on top of him. They kissed and groped for