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)
And rightfully so.
24
Ty
“Fuck, fuck,” Lance says as he works his controller.
“You gotta get over here, or I’m gonna die.”
We lie in his bed, naked, enjoying some Fortnite, which has become one of our rituals since we started staying over at each other’s places. Movies, TV shows, football games, video games—the kind of stuff we can enjoy between our fuck sessions, which are everything.
“You think I’m not trying to get over there?” Lance asks.
The past few weeks with him have been incredible. We’re out, giving zero shits about what we’re doing. Not just having to squeeze in fun in secret, but knowing when the party’s over, that ass is mine.
He’s mine.
The more we fuck around, the more confident he is about bottoming, which makes me an eager top. It’s not just the sex, though. I like mornings like this, when we get to play around before classes.
After I die in the game—because yeah, no way he was getting to me in time—he says, “I’m gonna have to text Taylor to see how they got past this part.”
Brenner and Taylor, both Peach State alums, are his buddies he hangs with for video games occasionally. I’ve hung out with them a few times, and they’re cool guys, and also, apparently, part of the stepbrother-partner crew in Lance’s circle.
I toss my controller aside and roll on top of Lance.
“What are you doing?”
“I think someone needs a morning BJ.”
One of the many perks of our zero-shits-given approach.
“Mmm. Those are my favorite,” he says. “I’m surprised you have all this energy after how late we stayed up, Mr. Going-Back-for-Thirds.”
“You’re the one who wanted to stay up to watch that weird horror series.”
One of the things I’ve learned about Lance since we started hanging at each other’s places is that he’ll get into any one- or two-season show no one’s ever heard of. It’s so fucking adorable, I can hardly stand it.
“Would you have rather been watching the game, bruh? Like the two straight bros that we are?”
“Sound so straight when you say bruh.”
“Yeah, bruh? You wanna fuck me, bruh?”
“Starting to sound a little less straight.”
He grabs my cock, giving it a generous stroke. “Is this straighter, bruh?”
My cock pulses in his grip. “Much straighter, Stud,” I say, peeking to see his thick hard-on.
As he releases my shaft, I rub it along his thigh. “Be right back,” I whisper before kissing down his body, then taking his cock into my mouth to help him rub one out before he does the same for me.
Once we’ve had the light snack, we eat some breakfast, then get ready and head off to class. Our little routine has quickly become the only way I’m interested in spending my mornings.
When I finish my last class for the day, I meet Ryan and Keegan for a gym session. Jaxon’s tagged along too—against his will, I’ve learned, since Keegan is trying to whip him into shape.
“So you must really like Lance,” Ryan says as he spots me on the bench press.
I’m really feeling the burn today, alive with eagerness. I finish my set and rest the bar on the rack.
“You’re real perceptive these days,” I tease Ryan as I sit up.
“Shut the fuck up. I know you better than anyone, even that Alpha Theta Mu you’re messing with, and if you’ve messed around with him more than a handful of times, you’ve done more with him than you’ve ever done with any girl.”
“You must not know me very well, then, because I had girlfriends in high school.”
“I’m not talking about back when handholding and making out were the big intrigues.”
“You think any girl who saw me only wanted to hold my hand?”
“Now I feel like you’re avoiding what I’m trying to say.”
“Maybe you should just say it, then.”
“You’re into this guy. Beyond a regular hookup.”
I shrug. “Obviously.”
“You guys go on dates yet?”
“What?” I ask, wincing.
“Get back to pumping. You’re taking too much time between sets. Come on. We gotta get those muscles to fail.”
I lie back down and get back to my presses.
But Ryan’s not done prodding. “You done more than hook up with this guy? Like take him out to eat? Watch a movie?”
We definitely don’t go on dates. Occasionally we watch TV when he’s over, sometimes between breaks before going again, but nothing like the kind of date Ryan means.
Although, now that everyone knows about us, we could go on a date.
And why does that sound so nice?
I finish my set, and as I set the bar on the rack, I take a breath. “No dates. But I could see taking him out.”
Ryan’s face lights up, and I grind my teeth.
“Okay, okay, I do like him. I’m not hiding that, Ry.”
“Just funny seeing my boy getting all wide-eyed for some Alpha Theta Mu. But if this makes you go easy on him in the TaskFrat games…”