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“I have a favor,” I say before I can get sidetracked. “I won’t hide the body with you, but I’m happy to provide an alibi,” Chad says. “Is murder a frequent occurrence?” Bailey asks. “Because manual labor isn’t my thing either.”
Look, I’m glad I caught you two—” “In my bedroom? After sex? What a coincidence,” Chad says.
“New rule,” Chad says. “One bro does not ask another bro’s ho to see his dick. It’s so not frat.”
It’s so funny that he calls Bailey a ho
I’m happy for you to be figuring yourself out. And I’m always here to talk.” “Naked?” I grin. “Get the fuck out.”
“Do I need to remind you you’re offering hand jobs?” He splutters. “I so am not. All I want is a quick rub, then I’m out.” I groan and massage my forehead. Chad laughs. “I think you broke Brandon.”
And I submit. Give in. Let him take what he wants. The power in his body is new and different, and the unwanted sound that leaves me makes me think … I don’t hate it.
Robbie is … I don’t know, really, but I do know he’s someone I want to be around, even when I don’t.
“That’s the aftereffects of the Rob-dog. I’m like an aphrodisiac.” “I don’t know what’s worse, you talking about yourself in third person, the terrible nickname, or you thinking you somehow turned me on.”
“Stop talking.” “But it’s my best quality.” “I promise it isn’t.”
That’s what I always thought, and yet the idea of kissing Brandon again is getting me excited. Way excited. So excited I’m going to be disappointed as fuck if he says no.
How did I get from experimenting with my pain-in-the-ass frat brother to, what, coming out? What would I even say? Mom, Dad, there’s a guy in my frat who could probably bench-press me, and when we kiss, I get confused. My girlfriend? Oh, don’t worry about her, she’s totally fine with it.
I hear his booming voice singing along badly to the music. “I can’t tell if someone is singing in here or murdering a chicken.” Robbie throws a look over his shoulder but keeps belting out the lyrics. “Make him stop,” Chad complains from where he’s sitting on the counter drinking his protein shake.
“You’ve thought twice about stealing my hookup since then though, haven’t you?” “Not my fault she thought I was hotter.” He splutters. “You told her I wanted to piss on her.” “Oh yeah.” I grin. “Good times.”
“Are you for real?” Bailey hisses. “I don’t have a choice.” “I’ll remember that, dick.” Despite the venom in Bailey’s tone, Chad doesn’t seem worried. He drops a kiss on his boyfriend’s nose. “What if I let you tie me up later?” Bailey stills. “Naked?” “Duh.” “Fine,” he grumbles. “But if you do anything to my room, there’s no sex for a month.”
“Come on,” Chad says, appearing in the doorway. “I want to find Lucas’s room so I can rub my balls on his pillow.” “Gross, man.” But fair considering what a fuckstain that guy is. “I’ll go second.”
“What the fuck was that?” he asks. I cringe and rub my shoulder. “Abuse?” “Back at the house. Did you really jump off a roof?” “Aww, Brando, you do care.” He scowls and points at himself. “Risk manager. I’m the risk manager—of course I care. Do you have any idea how much paperwork that would have been if you fell and broke your neck?” “What I’m hearing is …” I say as I loop an arm around his neck. “You were scared I’d come to bodily harm, and you were worried for me. So sweet.”
I catch Brandon watching me, so I blow a kiss his way. He responds with an expected eye roll, but then something I’m not expecting happens. His cheeks flush a ridiculously bright red. I didn’t even know Brandon could blush. And he is. Over me. Oh, this has just gotten interesting.
The thought of him kissing another guy turns my stomach. It’s our thing.
Hehehe🤭🤭
“What?” he asks. “What?” Robbie bursts out laughing. “You just said you want to taste my neck.” “The hell I did.” Did I? Goddamn, how drunk am I? “It’s the Rob-dog effect.” “Thank you.” Confusion crosses his face. “For?” “Calling yourself Rob-dog again. Like that, all urges have miraculously disappeared.”
“If you’re looking for someone to kiss, you know Jenny’s rules. I can go get her.”
“I wanna touch one … suck one … maybe replace that stick up my ass with one …” Now there’s an image. “So, Brando, still want to be a good guy and help me out?” “I … I …” Holy shit, I think I might.
I’m not going to be spending the break alone. Even better, I’m going to be spending it with him.
And that’s how, three hours later, Rudolph is giving Dasher head on Kappa house’s front lawn. I’m frozen solid, but I take a minute to look around at our handiwork. Santa is jerking off instead of waving, there’s a reindeer orgy, and Brandon’s sex doll, Sally, is on top of a Christmas tree in a toilet paper dress. Every time the Christmas tree star lights up, so does she.
Apparently I don’t need to touch a dick to know I’m into it. I only need to picture Brandon’s.
“Brandon Blakely, you show your parents some respect.” “Careful, you’re starting to sound like Grandma.” I chuckle when she pretends to gasp. “Must be a side effect of getting old.” “Where did I go wrong with you?” “I thought you kept a list?”
“Okay, sweetie. We love you.” “I love—” “Even if we’re not important enough to spend the holiday with …” “Mom.” “Don’t listen to her,” Dad says. “Thank y—” “I’m sure you had your reasons for abandoning us.” I sigh. “You two are worse than my frat brothers.” “Love you, bye,” they chorus. I hang up, exasperated but smiling.
“The fuck you waking me for? We didn’t go to sleep until early.” “Because we have a day of festivities ahead. You promised to teach me how to make eggnog.” “Yeah, but not now.” “No time like the present.” “Bro my god, get out.” I flop down on the bed beside him and prop my head on my hand. “Is that any way to talk to Santa?”
“Now, whenever someone mentions Christmas, I get to point out how I got you something and you didn’t get me anything. I get full-on bragging rights over who’s the better friend and get to use it against you.” “That’s not a present.” I stretch one arm up over my head. “And yet, it’s made me happy. I’m going to be all, ‘Hey, Robbie, remember that time we exchanged Christmas presents? Oh? We didn’t? Huh. Guess you better fetch my next drink for me.’”
“Is this …” “Wool underclothes? Yeah. You’re welcome.” I force false bravado. “Now your dumb ass can stop whining about the cold.”
It’s so thoughtful 😭😭
We watched Die Hard last night. Die Hard. You can’t tell me you didn’t want to watch the most epic Christmas movie of all time.” “Ehh.” “Ehh?” His mouth drops. “Fucking ehh?” “It’s overrated.” Robbie attempts to say something but can’t seem to make noise happen. “Shit, look at that. I made the big man quiet.”
“You need to stop.” “Or …?” I know I’m pushing my luck, but he’s too fun to rile up. “It’s Die Hard!” he splutters. “That’s it. We’re watching it again tonight, and I’m going to point out all the most epic moments and why it’s a Christmas movie, and you’re going to sit there and like it.” “Well, I’m glad you didn’t get dramatic about it.”
Besides, if I’m drinking, I can’t think about the fact Brandon is single or that I want my mouth on every body of his inch. Wait. Inch of his body?
“What kind of attention does it think it’s getting from me?” “Just talking about him is enough to awaken the dragon.” “Stop. Calling your cock the dragon is as bad as calling yourself Rob-dog.”
“You’re staring.” “You want me to be staring.” “Says who?” “Says the way you keep licking your lips.” He does it again. Slower this time and so fucking deliberate. I groan as my dick decides it’s well and truly ready to take over. “What are you going to do?” he taunts. “Lick your lips again and you’ll find out.” At first, nothing. Then the tip of his pink tongue darts out. Fucking Brandon.
Shit, I can feel the sexual tension through the screen 🥵🥵
“You can’t call me brother when we were kissing like a minute ago.” “Why not, brother?” He aims a cushion at my head. “It’s weird, dude.” “But you are my brother.” “I’m your frat brother.” I tuck my hands behind my head and relax into the backrest. “Either way, tomorrow I’m going to see your dick.”
I like that we could do this together. That we could figure out how much we’re comfortable with and go from there.
“The fuck, man?” “You got a problem with me touching your ass?” he asks. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” He chuckles. “I dunno if you’ve realized, but for us to do this, I’m gonna have to touch your no-no parts.” “Okay, smart-ass.”
Thanks for the frot, your cock’s kinda hot. I’m after some more, so will you be my whore?
You complain about him always, and now you guys have crossed a line that most friends don’t. Can you at least agree that he’s a little special? At least as a friend?”
You want to keep your friends, then put the effort in and make it work. Maybe the end of college isn’t the end. Maybe it’s just kick-starting whatever fuckery we get to go through with each other next.” My mouth falls open. “What?” he asks and awkwardly shifts his weight to the other foot “That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said.” I hold up my hand, and he high-fives me, clearly with no clue why. “To the next chapter of fuckery.” A smile splits his face. “Hells yeah, brother.”
“For what it’s worth, I can’t wait to see your cock again …” “I’m with you there—” “Brother.” His snowball slams into the back of my head.
He’s turning me on, and all he’s doing is knitting whatever misshapen thing he’s working on.
“Sorry we can’t all be behemoths.” He chuckles and leans in, lips alarmingly close to my ear. “Lucky I like bite-sized things.”
“Everyone wants the Rob-dog.” I make a show of going to climb out of bed. “No. Nope. Can’t do it with someone who calls themselves Rob-dog.” He pulls me back down and rolls on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with his bulk. “You jealous? Want me to call you Bran-diddy-dog?”
If we’re going to be cumpanions—” “I’m sorry, what?” “Like companions, but with cum. I thought it sounded better than bum buddies.” “Neither of those is great.” He thinks for a moment. “What about fap brothers?” “Dude, no.” I wrinkle my nose. “Like frat brothers who fap together.” “I know what you meant, and it’s still a hard no.” “Cumpanions it is, then.”
“How is this so hot?” he whines. I chuckle into his neck. “Because you’re with me. Duh.” “Uh-huh.” His hands run along my sides, then around to grip my ass. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be the same with any guy.” His words come with a heavy dose of sarcasm. I turn his face so he can see me. “You trying to break my heart here?” “Oooh, is someone feeling threatened?” “Someone is already under a lot of pressure to perform. I’d like some appreciation for my efforts.” He laughs and nips my jaw. “Put some effort in, and I’ll appreciate it.” “Dick …” “Asshole.”
What the fuck is weird about letting your frat brother shove his fingers up your ass?
“You know what’s hot?” I do it again, and again, Brandon reacts. “Seeing you squirm on my finger.” “Dude, I’m gonna tease the fuck out of you when it’s your turn.”
This guy who I’ve known for years, who I have verbal sparring matches with daily, who’s gotten me buckets to throw my guts up in, and had my back when I was too drunk to walk, is working my cock like a pro.
He sniffs loudly from across the table and rubs at his reddened nose, and fuck, even that looks hot. What is wrong with me?
