In the morning right before his alarm rings, Avery dreams of Jacob. He dreams they’re back in the confessional, only this time it’s him on the bench with his pants undone. Jacob’s hands and lips are driving him crazy. He’s so close to coming, so damn close. When Jacob says he loves him, it’s almost enough to throw him over the edge. A few seconds more…
His alarm clock shatters the dream.
“You gonna turn that thing off?” Timmy calls out.
Avery opens one eye to see his roommate already half dressed and sitting at his desk, bent over a last minute assignment. Without a word, he shuts off the alarm and burrows deeper beneath the covers. He tries to will away his erection, thinking about his sister, his mother, the damn nuns in their black and white habits like extras in an old film. He need
