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“And I have a hottie to take on a date,” Chad says. “You’re taking me out?” Robbie says. “Aw, you shouldn’t have.” Chad whacks his head on the way out.
“You’re being a very good patient,” he says, voice husky. He’s hard, tenting the front of his skirt. We ignore it the same way he’s ignoring my dick. Brandon lifts my leg and presses a kiss to my ankle, my calf, the inside of my knee before his lips run along my thigh. “And good patients should be rewarded.”
“Here I am trying to clean you, and all you’re doing is making a mess.” “What do you mean?” He grabs my cock and sweeps his thumb over the spot of precum staining my briefs. I swallow hard, hit with both relief and so much want. Brandon tsks. “You were being so good for me.” “I was.” I shift my thighs open. “I am.” “Making a mess isn’t being a good patient.”
When I get back upstairs, Robbie is under his covers, looking so fucking snuggly I kinda want to climb in and wrap myself around him.
“Is it romantic between you?” And apparently Robbie can hear the whole conversation because his booming laugh fills the room. “Who’s that?” Mom asks. Could this get any worse? “The frat brother I was telling you about. He’s sick, so we’re watching a movie.” Mom releases a long, drawn-out aww. “My Brandon is such a good friend.” “Or more than friend,” Dad says. Someone help me with these two.
“Put us on speaker,” Mom says. “No, I’m not going to—” “Put us on speaker, Brando,” Robbie echoes. “No, I’m—” “Please, honey. We just want to make sure he’s okay.” “She wants to make sure I’m okay.” Robbie’s grinning like an idiot. “Do it do it do it.” “Do it,” Mom and Dad start chanting too.
He fits in with Brandon’s family so well 🤣🤣
“It’s supposed to be my birthday. Why do you all hate me so much?” “What’s the problem?” Robbie asks. “Are you embarrassed of me?” “Well, no—” “Then it must be us.” “Mom.” I force myself to take a breath. “For the record, I hate you all. And the three of you meeting can only be a horrible experience that all four of us will regret.” “Your concerns have been noted.” Dad’s clearly trying not to tease me.
“We want you to know, we love you very much. No matter what. And I’m sure we’ll love your friend too.” “Please don’t say friend like that.” “We’re so proud of you, Brandon.” I huff. “You’re still on speaker.” “I hope you make our son happy, Robbie. And remember, man or woman, it’s equally as important to wrap—” “Argh.” I quickly hang up, while Robbie almost breaks a rib laughing so hard he ends up in a coughing fit.
“We’re bros. Who hook up. And are friends.” “So you’re brofriends?” Holy shit, that makes perfect sense. “That’s what we are.”
“Brofriends. We’re not dating, but we’re not just brothers anymore either.” “Context really is key here.” Context schmontext.
Me: Is Betty White the greatest actress in history? Brandon: Well, I’m gonna go with a no on that one, so you won’t be here? Me: What is wrong with you? Brandon: The greatest actress? The GREATEST? Really? Me: The woman’s an icon Brandon: I could name at least five others who slap more than her Me: How the fuck are we friends? Brandon: Given you’re wrong about literally everything, I have no clue, dude
I keep waiting for this feeling to dull, for the way he kisses to stop making my head spin, to be able to look at him without wanting to do filthy things to his body. But it’s not all physical either. I like Brandon. As a friend, as a person, as a sexy little nurse.
I wanna kiss, and touch, and worship this sexy guy with everything I have to give him.
There must be some heavy drugs in his cum, because I never would have thought the sight of a fucking fanny pack could make me feel soft, and yet, here we are.
“My boyfriend sold me out!” he shouts. “The audacity. The sheer nerve.” “Start again, from the top.” “When they found out what we did, Bailey told them all I was there, and they woke me by pouring a bucket of cold water over my head.” He turns to me. “Can you believe it? My own boyfriend?”
“Let’s skip class today.” “What …” “I want to try more sex stuff.” I grin and grab his ass. “Oh no, did you catch my cold, man? Rob-dog will stay home and take care of you.”
“Do you think it’s healthy to feel jealous of a butt plug?” He lets out a burst of a laugh. “Think of it as your friend. It’s getting me ready for you.” “Yeah, but it still gets to play up there first.” “Are you sulking?” “Yeah, a little.” “You’re ridiculous.”
But instead, every kiss is like a hit of drugs to my system, and I can’t get enough.
“I shouldn’t love you gagged as much as I do.” My grip on his ass tightens. Coaxes him faster. I love that he loves the gag. I love that he’s losing his mind fucking me. I love that it’s my body he’s going wild over because there’s no denying the effect he has on me.
I want more.” I kiss him. “So many more.” Again and again. I’m starting to freak out that I’ll never be done with this.
“You better win this for us, big guy.” “I’ll make you proud, Brando.” “Good. Because if you get this over with quickly, we’ll have the rest of the night to do whatever we want.” He sucks in a sudden breath. “I’m gonna hold you to that.” What I don’t tell him is it doesn’t matter if this thing goes all night. I’ll still be waiting for him. I don’t know how to stop.
I want to kiss him. Grab him. Be the one to keep him warm out here. Even if I’m half freezing my ass off.
“Keys?” He holds out his hands. I toss him the gun instead. “What are you …” “Tell me you have good aim.” The smile that breaks across his face lights me up inside. “I’ve got this, Rob-dog.”
He brought him into the game 😭😭😭😭
“Come out, Kappa bitches!” I shout. “The Rob-dog reckoning is here!”
His gaze drops to my sweater. “Holy shit, you’re out?” “Yup.” “Streak’s over, then?” “I guess so.” And I’m nowhere near as annoyed at that fact as I thought I would be. Because seeing the happiness radiating from Brandon made the whole thing totally worth it.
“My bite mark is gone,” I say, kissing him right over the spot where it was. “Better give me another one, then.” I laugh. “Did anyone notice it?” “A few people.” “What did you say?” “Best sex of my life.”
“Do you need to house-train me before we get there?” “House-train?” “You know, warn me about my bad habits and teach me all the shit you need to for them to like me.” That makes him smile. “You have nothing to worry about.” “You sure?” “Yeah. They’re never going to like you, so there’s no point in trying.” I’d whack him if he wasn’t driving. “You’re a fucking dick.”
Brandon’s special. I think that’s the thing that’s always drawn me to him. All that posturing and showing off for him freshman year, the drinking, the dumb pranks, the being over-the-top at parties just because I knew his attention would be focused on me … our verbal sparring matches that can last all day, and then the video games and breakfast together, and quiet moments while we walk across campus.
I pull back from hugging his mom, who barely reaches my shoulders, and turn to Brandon. “I see where you got your height from.” “Fuck off. Dad, tell Robbie I’m six foot.” His dad tilts his head to the side. “Are you? I thought you were five nine.” I roar with laughter at how indignant he looks. “Mom.” “Mom,” I mock. He flips me off.
“Don’t start.” He points at me. “This is clearly life or death.” “And clearly you’re all terrible at business,” Mom says as she adds another hotel to her arsenal, “because you’re about to be whipped by a little old lady.” “Ohh, let’s talk about whipping some more,” Robbie says. I throw the dice at his head. “Dude, don’t hit on my parents.” “Why not? They’re both hot.” I bury my face in my hands. Dad tsks. “Where do you find these friends, Brandon?”
I love being around him. Whether we’re sleeping together or hanging out, he makes things better. I’m a sucker for his company.
“While we’re here, kissing in private is cool. Broning is not.” He jerks back. “Broning?” “Bros who bone. Duh.” “You made up a word for me.” Robbie cups my face. “I think I just fell in love.”
“It’s a scarf,” he tells me. I can make out the knit pattern. “Did you make this?” “Ah, yeah. Didn’t have the money to buy something, so …” “I love it.” “You haven’t even seen it. Maybe it’s in that shit-green color you love so much.” “Damn, I hope so.” But I don’t need to see it. He made it for me, and the thing could look like fucking vomit for all I care. I’ll be wearing it anyway.
How many kids will you have?” “Two,” I say. “Yes, me too.” Somehow, even in the dark, when I go to high-five him, his hand is already there waiting.
When I told Brandon I love him, I think … I think I might have meant it.
He’s sexy and confident, keeps me on my toes, and has amazing visions for the future. Even that deep-seated responsibility he pretends doesn’t exist, I kind of love anyway. He’s the perfect balance of fun and cautious, and damn I didn’t know what a sexy thing that could be.
I catch sight of Brandon, I double over with laughter. “You little smart-ass,” I choke out, eyeing his cargo pants and fanny pack. “Like you can talk. What do you always say to me? Can you even fit a credit card in those pants?”
“If it helps, those pants are so goddamn hot, they make me want to strip you out of them.” He gives the scarf a tug. “And that fanny pack makes me want to see your fanny.” “Dude.” He shoves me. “What is wrong with you?”
I swear one morning I woke up and suddenly my brain was all him, he’s the one.
“Well, I’m not surprised considering you tried to swing from the chandelier. While singing ‘Chandelier’ by Sia.” Robbie cringes. “Why am I so dumb?” His pathetic tone helps my annoyance disappear. “It’s part of your charm.”
“But I am. I can do relationships, and I can be committed. I’d be the best fucking boyfriend in history, because if I was into someone enough that I wanted that with them, they’d be my whole world.”
“The reason I’m not into relationships is because no one has even made me want one before … until you.”
When we were talking about that future of buying a property and having babies, it sounded perfect to me. So maybe it’s too early to say, or I’m wearing cum-goggles or something, but … I want to be the one who gets that future with you.”
🥹🥹🥹
“B-boyfriend? Not brofriend?” “No. We can stop kidding ourselves that this is nothing, because I think it might be everything.”
“Because I’ve gotta say, Rob-dog, I really like the you that you are.” “Cargo pants and all?” “Right down to your fanny pack.” His troublemaker look appears. “I’m a big fan of your fanny too.”
“Wow,” I say, suddenly realizing something. “You’re in a relationship.” “Crazy, huh?” “With me.” “Yep.” “So … that means I am basically the greatest person alive.” His brow bunches up. “How’s that?” “I’ve done what no one in the last three and a half years has managed. I’ve tamed the beast.”
Being with you is the happiest I’ve maybe ever been.”
“No I will not have a threesome with you guys, or a foursome, or a whatever-some.” “Shit, well, I guess that’s that, then.” He jerks upright. “That’s what you wanted?” Naive little fucker. “No. As if I’d let you touch him. Are you insane?” “And now you get why Bailey and I were a hard no on the rub and tug.”
His eyes widen. “Bailey.” “I saw him leave. He didn’t have it.” “He’s King of Thieves-ed me!” Chad flies to his window, pushes it open, and sticks his head out. “You little shit,” he calls. I join him, hanging out of the side of the house to see where Bailey is out on the street. He salutes us both, sits in the chair, and wheels it backward, whistling as he goes. Chad sighs. “I’m so in love.”
“Pretty cool? Pretty cool? You wish your boyfriend was as cool as mine.” “Fuck off. Brandon has more cool points in one nut than the three of us put together.” “Bailey could kick Brando’s ass with his eyes closed.” “His eyes would be closed, because Brandon would knock him the fuck out.” “Oooh, you underestimating my princess?”
