Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Maybe a little confused, but definitely cool.
23
Lance
I’m buzzing with excitement by the time I get back to Alpha Theta Mu.
Not only did I get to have an amazing time with Ty last night, but now we don’t have to keep our secret anymore. I loved seeing how he didn’t pull away when we were around his fellow Sigma Alphas. How he kissed me goodbye in front of them. But mostly, I love that this means we can stay over at each other’s houses whenever we want without having to make excuses or keep being busy with feigned TaskFrat shit. At least, once I tell the guys about us.
Marty’s in the living room, doing homework, so I grab him and we head up to find Ash because of course I can’t disclose this without my best bro.
I skip some steps as I head up the stairs.
“If you don’t say you won the lottery after this, I’m gonna be annoyed,” Marty jokes.
Ash’s door is open, so I don’t think twice about heading in, when I hear, “Fuck me, Colin. Fuck me harder.”
I halt in place, but I’m too late—I already see Colin’s nude back, firm ass shaking. Ash’s head is rolled back as he moans.
“Holy hell!” Marty calls out, and in my periphery, I see him slip right back out the door.
“Whoa,” spits out of my mouth as my mind catches up with what’s happening, and Colin glances over his shoulder as Ash’s gaze meets mine.
“Dude, fuck,” Ash says as Colin uses himself as a shield to cover his stepbrother’s body. “Did you guys need something?” Ash pokes his head around Colin.
“Um…”
“Man, don’t act like this is the first time you’ve caught us in the act.”
Fair.
“Lance, get out of there,” Marty calls from the hall. “What are you doing?”
“You just wanna stand there?” Colin asks. “Because if you leave, I can pull out and we can actually talk about whatever you wanted to tell Ash. Or, as you know, we’re happy to keep going.”
I laugh nervously. “Yes, yes of course.” I open my mouth to say more but realize that less is definitely more in this case, and I head out, my cheeks still hot from catching them in the act.
And maybe because it was more than a little hot.
I join Marty in the hall as he rubs his eyes.
“Oh, the images!” he calls out dramatically. “Make them go away!”
*
“But you don’t even like him,” Marty says.
After Ash and Colin threw on some joggers, we settled in their room, me standing, Colin and Ash sitting on the bed, Marty on the love seat, and I told them my news about Ty.
“We were never enemies,” I stress.
“Yeah, that’s too bad,” Ash says. “Because that would have been even hotter.”
“Dirty boy,” Colin tells him.
“You made me dirty.”
“Lies.”
They’re kind of self-involved in the moment, as though Marty and I have disappeared.
“Excuse me,” I say. “Big news here.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Colin says. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen my guy, and obviously we were—”
“We all know what you were doing,” Marty interjects.
“Really? Because I thought you of all people might have forgotten what it was like.”
“Shut the fuck up. I get laid.”
Ash, Colin, and I glance at each other, our skepticism written all over our faces. Even Frat Cat is giving Marty a look from the end of the bed.
“Feel like I remember the last time,” I say. “Last fall.”
“How could you know that?” he asks.
“You were chill for a good two weeks,” Ash says. “We all knew.”
Marty scoffs. “I’m sorry I’m not the horny frat fuck-magnet like you guys were before you coupled off. And as I recall, Lance was just like me…or at least I thought so until he shared that he’s been fucking Ty Lancaster.”
“I mean, we fucked,” I say, “but technically, he fucked me.”
I knew how Marty meant it, but it seemed like a good opportunity to bring up this part of the experience that really intrigued me.
“Oh!” Ash says. “Lance likes to bottom?”
“I did not ask for these details,” Marty insists.
“Yeah, I really really like it,” I admit. “Like…” I raise my hands to my face and simulate an explosion radiating from my head.
“That’s not where you felt it most, though,” Ash teases. “Because that might be a medical issue.”
I laugh. “I’m almost mad at you for not telling me how good it feels.”
“I love getting fucked by my guy too,” Colin says. “But I also can tell when he just needs it.”
“Maybe I should leave you all to this,” Marty says.
“Chill out,” Colin says. “If we want, we can talk about your relationship with your hand once we catch up with Lance about how he’s just been awakened to what it feels like to get dicked down.”
Marty can’t fight back his laugh before he says, “You fucking bag of dicks. All of you. But sorry, I’m being an asshole right now. Lance, you did just share something really personal, so…” He rises to his feet, approaches, and rests his hand on my shoulder. “I’m here for you. It makes no difference to me, though I’m rapidly becoming the minority in our friend group.”