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“Work and school,” I reply. “Been hectic the past few weeks but managing.”
“And how was TaskFrat? You haven’t mentioned it. Do I need to expect Shirley to send me a video of you in a…I don’t know…what’s worse than a G-string?”
Shirley is Mom’s friend, who apparently is active enough on social media to catch when one of the latest TaskFrat TikTok videos is trending.
“No G-string,” I reply, which gets her laughing.
I tell her about the event last Friday—conveniently leaving out the bit about having a raging boner for Ty and our subsequent conversation at Beta Pi. She doesn’t need to know I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Ty Lancaster.
And not in my usual, fun-rivalry way.
I’ve tested our theory that it might be from lack of jerking off…several times. But it hasn’t done anything to keep me from blushing whenever I think about what happened. My dick plumps up every time I think about the way he was rubbing against my ass during the challenge.
“It sounds like it was fun,” Mom says.
Funisn’t the word I’d use for any of this. Justweird.
“So I imagine Ty wasn’t too thrilled that you were tied with him,” Mom adds.
This is what I get for having a healthy relationship with my mom and telling her about all the stuff in my life. I love her, but fuck, should’ve known I couldn’t talk to her about Ty too much without potentially piquing her curiosity.
“Yeah, he wasn’t thrilled. But hey, I’m planning to meet Ash over at the library soon, so I’ll call you later and we can chat about your day some.”
“I feel like you’re avoiding something, but your mother knows you well enough to let you sort it out, and I’ll talk to you about whatever it is when you feel like.”
“Okay, Mom,” I groan.
We exchange I-love-yous and goodbyes. I feel bad for cutting our call short, but I wasn’t entirely dishonest. I am meeting Ash at the library, like I usually do on Tuesdays. At the same time, it’s not some urgent thing I needed to get off the phone with her for. But hey, it’ll give me extra study time, so I head over and get to it.
Ash isn’t here yet. Figure he’s swinging by the student center cafeteria to grab a jumbo chocolate-chip cookie, his favorite, and I do my best to concentrate on my Signals & Systems work.
But concentration hasn’t been easy the past few days, and all I can think is that I should just ask Ash about these things I’m feeling. Who’ll understand better than my bi guy? Still, Ash is smart, and if I say something that indicates I’m having these feelings about Ty, then I’m revealing something aboutTy, without his consent, which I would never do.
Fuck. But how can I bear dealing with these thoughts all by myself?
I focus on my work, starting to feel like I’m able to get Ty Lancaster out of my head again, when I hear, “Hey, Stud.”
There’s that familiar warmth in my cheeks again. I turn to see Ty standing at my side, his gaze right on mine, and I glance away quickly, like I’m afraid if he looks into my eyes, he’ll see how I’m starting to think I was wrong about it being from not getting off.
“Hey, Rocky…” I drag out as he makes himself comfortable in the chair beside mine.
He’s quiet for an uncomfortably lengthy amount of time, so I add, “What’s up?”
“Good.”
“Goodisn’t a response to what’s up.”
He searches around the library, which is fairly empty, but it’s not like we can just chat about anything we want in here.
“How you been?” he asks.
“Fine… You?”
Silence again. And I’m left thinking, what the hell is going on here?
“I think we need to talk.” He leans closer, whispering, “I—”
As his breath hits my ear, my skin pricks with sensation, and I recoil from him, catching him by surprise.