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)
The other issue was, I wasn’t sure I could keep it together if I started thinking about all the fun times I shared with Kacey. Christmases and Thanksgivings. Walking around the neighborhood on Halloween with friends in our Dragon Ball Z costumes, him as Goku, me as Gohan.
I’ve always felt like Ty and I understood each other—our competitive streaks, the way we care about our frats and our buddies. But what we discussed last night made me feel closer to him than any of the messing around. That stuff feels special too, no doubt, but in a very different way.
Even just imagining his mouth around me, how beautiful his face looked streaked with my cum, is enough to make my cheeks hot.
But now that I know what had him in such a weird state last night, I’m wishing I could have been the one blowing him, giving him relief. Although, I know from everything we’ve done it wouldn’t be entirely selfless of me.
As I walk around the rec center gym, picking up equipment that’s migrated throughout the day, I wish it were a more hectic day so I could get my thoughts on something other than the fact that I rushed out after Ty shared something so important with me.
“Hey, sexy,” I hear behind me, and turn to see Ash and Marty approaching.
I tense up.
“You headed off in a hurry this morning,” Marty says.
“Yeah, we just wanted to swing by and make sure everything’s all right.”
I’m not surprised they noticed I was acting strange. That’s one of the reasons I hurried through breakfast and left as soon as I could. And now I’m worried I’m as transparent as I was to Ty last night. That they might pick up on what’s on my mind too.
“Just wanted to get to work,” I lie.
“What time you get off?” Ash asks. “We were gonna grab something to eat in a bit.”
“Oh, it’s cool. I was gonna go straight back to the frat and finish up some homework.”
“Then get ready for your beauty pageant this evening?” Marty teases.
“It’s a bachelor auction, not a beauty pageant,” I remind him.
Activate Kindness’s auction got big a couple of years ago after Alpha Theta Mu’s own Troy Locklear brought a lot of attention to the event. Now it’s become an annual tradition for the frats to support the cause.
I’ll be there, and so will Ty.
“Gonna get a pump in at the gym to show off the guns?” Marty asks. “Or maybe practice your speech about how to end world hunger?”
Ash and I share a laugh.
“Could you imagine if we had to listen to some Sigma Alpha ass giving a speech about the solution to climate change?” Ash jokes, and I tense up.
I normally wouldn’t think twice about ragging on Sigma Alpha, but now I feel protective because of Ty.
“Sigma Alpha’s not that bad.” It’s like I can’t keep the words down, and as I say them, their expressions twist up.
“Um…” Marty says. “Ash, do you think Sigma Alpha learned how to brainwash our bros?”
“I think maybe they have. Lance, you’re the one who’s always ragging on Sigma Alpha. You know we don’t actually hate those guys, right? It’s all in good fun.”
“I don’t know why I said that. I’m kinda tired from being up last night.”
“You left the party early,” Marty notes. “Oh…wait… Oh…” His knowing look suggests he suspects something.
Did he see me head off with Ty? Did he catch something we whispered to one another when we thought no one could hear us?
“Huh? Am I missing something?” Ash asks.
My heart’s racing before Marty says, “Somebody’s been hanging out with Angie an awful lot recently.”
I breathe a sigh of relief as Ash prods, “Lance…”
“What? No. I mean, yes, we’ve hung out, but there’s nothing happening between me and Angie.”
Marty eyes me skeptically. “Dude, why do you have to pretend? Angie’s hot, and you have fun together.”
“I’m not pretending. We’ve only hung out once since that night she stayed at Alpha Theta Mu, and there’s nothing there at all.”
And if they knew whom I was really boning for, they’d really get just how not interested in Angie I am right now.
“Okay, man, I believe you,” Marty says, his tone suggesting he doesn’t even a little bit.
“I think Marty’s projecting here,” Ash chimes in.
“What? No I’m not.”
Marty says that so defensively, even I don’t believe him, and I use the opportunity to redirect the conversation. “You were awfully interested when she was over that first day.”
Marty’s shoulders square off. “Don’t you have some balls to tend to? Isn’t there a rule against talking to friends on the clock or something?”
“What are you gonna do?” Ash asks. “Turn him in?”
“Maybe,” Marty says with a smirk.
“Okay, come on.” Ash rests his hand on Marty’s back. “We’ll get out of your hair. Mart, you can tell me about how you’re crushing on Angie over lunch.”