Level Up (Franklin U 2, #4)

by Max Walker

He had to be some kind of trap. Either a straight guy who liked to fuck around orrr he was a serial killer. There was really no in-between, and I wasn’t in the mood to figure it out, either.

I've been lucky at avoiding the serial killers so far...

I never really wanted a brother, so why would I all of a sudden want an entire house full of them? Especially when all of these smelled like a mixture of ball sweat and Natty Lights.

The guy was definitely big, in one of those ways that made me think how nice it’d be to have his thighs crush me to death.

Ryan started to unpack his underwear. All white and black Tom Ford briefs. Not that I was taking notes or anything.

“You were looking at my underwear?” he said, smirking at me. “I, uh… no. I wasn’t.” “Riggght.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I barely wear them. I like free-balling it.”

It was like Pavlov’s dog, except instead of being conditioned to drool at the sound of a bell, I was conditioned to get hard at the sound of pants dropping.

“The chocobos. They’re like big yellow chickens you can ride around the game on. They’re fucking iconic.”

I love raising chocobos in Final Fantasy games. He speaks truth. *wark*

God, he was so firm. I could practically feel each individual muscle of his ripple and shift under my hands. He was a Greek god, and I simply wanted to worship him. I wanted to run directly to his altar and drop to my knees.

I tried focusing on taking notes, but I’d miss random things because all I kept thinking about was: Dick, dick, dick, dick, Ryan’s dick, cock dick, Ryan’s dick against mine, Ryan’s dick inside me, dick cock⁠—

Been there.

“You also said that you considered yourself a superhero at sucking dick. Like a mutant dick-sucking spider bit you and gave you the ability to deep-throat any size of man that wanted to shoot his web down your throat.” She shrugged. “Your words, not mine.”

Maddy deserves every happiness for being the ultimate BFF.

I nearly started drooling. Thankfully, I kept it together by the grace of Cher and laughed instead.

May Cher watch over us, now and at the hour of our deaths.

Instantly, we were on each other. Weeks and weeks of built-up tension exploded, snapped like a taut wire under way too much pressure.

About damn time...

Gag reflex? Didn’t know her.

I could see the pain in his face now. That kind of shit, it haunts you until the day you’re a ghost yourself.

Truth. I still miss my dad.

I pointed at his Kindle on the cart. Austin always had it with him.

You never know when you'll have time to read. I approve.

“Flowers of the Diamond Sun. A high fantasy romance novel. Just came out a few days ago. Good stuff.”

I like Austin even more. "Good stuff" is my standard seal of approval.

“You look at each other like you’re both five seconds away from fucking at any moment.”

I left the dorm with a half chub and a full heart. Hopefully next time, it’d be with empty balls too.

The third floor at Passions was like the United Nations of Gay.

He was perfect. Like a Greek god meets a SeanCody model meets Tom Daley with a dash of Tom Holland.

I'm going to need an IV drip of Gatorade to deal with that image.

I said hi to Perry, who was there with Theo, who he introduced as his boyfriend.

See "The Hookup Mix-Up," by Riley Hart.

Austin was also there, sans Kindle, with his boyfriend, Dex.

See "Tongue-Tied," by Christina Lee.