Is it all in my head?

We sit silently, comfortable in each other's silence, the TV playing idly in the background, Love Island or something, trashy reality TV. Vi sits on the ground, her back against the couch, she idly paints her toenails as she looks up every so often. I'm sprawled on the couch, and our study materials sit forgotten on the table.

It's been a few days since the club. We haven't fucked since then, since right after. Since after... Shit, I'm getting hard, every time I think about it, it's as if a sleeper agent awakens and I feel the blood start to rush downwards. I glance away from my phone at Vi, who is carefully applying the black paint to her toenails. She hasn't tried to initiate since then, but neither have I. My hand instinctually grabs at my chest, why hasn't she initiated? Usually, we are equally as horny but Vi is usually the one that reaches for me in these quiet moments, she'll bend over ever so teasingly, her hand will 'accidentally' fall onto my crotch, she'll walk into the bedroom wearing either nothing or next to nothing. But... She just hasn't. I glance down as she picks up her phone, types out a message and puts it back down. Has she always put her phone face down? I've never noticed, I've never felt like I had to notice. I close my eyes and behind my eyelids I see her plump lips, opened wide, drool coming down the side of her face, Max holding her legs up high, her eyes lulling into the back of her head with every violent thrust.

Fuck, why does it get me so damn hard?

"This show is so damn corny." Vi mutters absentmindedly as her attention shifts back to her toes, away from the show as it cuts to an ad.
"Hmm?"
"Love Island. It's such slop. I mean, I'll never stop watching it but it is pure ass."
I chuckle and peer down, subtly adjusting the rod in my shorts.
"It is! These people are the most American American's I've ever seen. Truly."
"None of them are even that hot." She mutters disappointingly.
"Toni's hot."
She looks over her shoulder, almost insulted as she scoffs, "I guess. Guess I didn't know you as well as I thought I did."
I let out a relaxed laugh, the tension seemingly evaporating out of my shoulders and cock.
"I'm not really into any of the girls this year, none of them resonate with me." She looks back up as the show comes back on.
"Mmm, but those two." I glance up as I see Harrison and Dejon on the screen, "I'm going to have to follow on Insta."
So much for the dissipatating tension.
"Surely, Blake could convince these two to try modelling. All the people that do these shows can't resist modelling."
"God, I'd love the chance to touch those abs and get paid for it." She giggles innocently as her head drops again, her eyes towards her nails.
She has no idea what she's doing to me, and how casually it all happens. Those casual flirty words sending jolts through my system.

"I'm going to shower, I think." Vi says as the credits start to roll on the program.
"It's late and I'm pretty dead."
She stretches, the oversized hoodie riding up her legs slightly, "You coming to bed aswell?"
I glance at my watch and shrug, "Have your shower and I'll see how I'm feeling I guess, I want to get through this chapter." I turn the screen to her and show her the manga I'm making my way through.
"What's that?"
"Fire ****. Same guy that did Soul Eater."
"Mhmm." She nods her head, "I know what that is. Yep."
I roll my eyes as she heads towards the bedroom towards the onsuite. "Nerd!" She close the door as she calls out.

The shower turns on, I can hear it running through the wall as I push myself off the couch. I may as well head to bed. I put my hand against the handle to the bedroom. Why didn't I offer to join her? Why didn't she ask? She said she was dead, what is she tired of? She had one class and then she's been here most of the day?

I get changed as the faucet switches off, I collapse on the bed and stare at the roof as I slowly blink, feels weird going to bed this early but I may aswell try and get a good routine going. Exams are soon and then we head into Autumn and then winter not soon after.

Vi steps out of the onsuite an dher face lights up as she sees me lying there, "Glad you could join me mister!"
She approaches her side of the bed and swings a leg in, my breath hitches in my throat, there's the fiantest of bruises on her inner thigh, visible for only a moment before her legs clasp shut and she pulled the blanket up. She snuggles against me and pushes her nose into my arm.
"Good night babe." She mutters softly.

I respond, I think. I don't know. Why isn't she trying to have some fun? It's been like what? Five days now since the last time we fucked? Should I? Could I even satisfy her at this point? That bruise... It has to be a hickey? When did she get that? If I gave her one the other night it would've been gone by now, they don't last that long. My hear beats at a million miles an hour, Vi doesn't notice. I reach out for her, but something stops me, a gnawing insecurity at the back of my mind? A voice telling me that if she isn't fucking Max, maybe I should let her bubble until she needs him, and not me.

I catch my breathing before it gets too fast. I can't worry Vi. I don't want this to end. I think. I want her to be a slut, my slut. A slut that controls me and my pleasure. But, I've never felt like this before. So... Weak. So... Insignificant. But I'm worried, worried how lightheaded I am. Worried about how my cock throbs as I picture Vi, her moans filling my head,images flashing through as I close my eyes and fall asleep.