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Is it weird that even the wordrockreminds me of Lance because of what he thought during that first…encounter?
Ryan grabs Dax’s hand and moves it to his abs. “You’d fuck this, right?”
“Oh my God, Ryan,” I say.
“I’d probably want you to fuck me,” Dax says, “but since that’s not happening, I suggest you take a pic of this and add it to your Insta stories.”
Wild to see Ryan joking about fucking around with a guy, having no idea what I was up to earlier this week.
What I can’t seem to get out of my head.
Ryan stands a little taller, clearly pleased with the compliment as he fetches his phone from his locker and snaps a few pics. “See, Dax appreciates that I just need my ego stroked every once in a while. My best friend could learn a thing or two.”
“It’s probably better coming from someone who would actually fuck you,” I say, “but I’ll take the best-friend note under consideration. Maybe we can add it to the minutes at the next frat meeting. Meanwhile, Dax, I noticed I haven’t gotten a compliment after this guy just put me through it in there.”
“Okay, okay,” Dax says. “I’d let you both fuck me, but it’d have to be at the same time. That better?”
I’m tempted to say,No way I’m fucking anyone other than Lance. But of course, I can’t say that, and it’s a weird-ass thingto even think, especially when I don’t even know if he’d want me fucking him.
“I don’t need your pity fuck,” I insist.
“Why you turning down Dax’s pity fuck?” Ryan asks. “You accept them from girls. That seems homophobic.” He’s got that playful expression on his face. The guy loves giving me hell.
“Fuck off, you big frathole,” I tease, and Dax and Ryan are in stitches.
We chat a bit more, get dressed, and head out. When I get into my car, I check my phone to see if Lance has messaged.
We’ve exchanged a few DMs on Insta. Just checking in. Yesterday, apparently there was a big to-do when one of Ash’s gerbils escaped, and they thought Frat Cat might have been a killer.
But neither of us brought up what we did. I’m hoping I’ll get to see him at Omega Psi’s party tomorrow night.
Maybe we could even sneak into another room and mess around some more…
Of course, if he’s decided he doesn’t want to mess around, I’ll understand. But fuck, I hope he’ll want to.
When I don’t see a message from him, there’s a pinch in my gut. I tell myself it could just be the tension Ryan worked up with that planks finisher.
But there’s panic mixed in too—that maybe Lance brought up that part of his day and not the messing around because he doesn’t want to do anything again.
Wants to forget about it.
After all, after he got me off, he was quick to head for the door.
Maybe I should have let him leave instead of getting him off.
I consider DMing him, but I don’t want to hound the guy, and we messaged yesterday, so I should be able to manage twenty-four hours without texting him again.
I pull it together and head to work.
It’s a rather uneventful Thursday afternoon, and I’m only into my second hour when I discover Ash, Lance, Payton, and Marty being seated in my coworker Jerri’s section.
Lance knows this is where I work. Is it strange that I’m hoping he was the one who suggested they come here tonight?
Maybe because he wanted to see me again.
Why does that set off fireworks in my chest?
I could get Jerri to swap out with me so I can take their table, but…why do I feel nervous about approaching? The hell is that? I’m Ty Lancaster. I don’t get nervous about flirting. Though flirting with a guy after hooking up with him…I’ve never done either. Not that it matters. And I’m always cooler than this.