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He looks over his shoulder at me, and I take his mouth, thoroughly enjoying the naughty feeling. It might be wrong, what we’re doing, but I don’t give a fuck. I love him being in my Sigma Alpha shirt.
“Maybe you should bring over an Alpha Theta Mu shirt, and one night we can mess around in each other’s letters.”
“You dirty fuck,” he says. “I might just do that.”
We enjoy a few more kisses, and then we behave like good boys, finding a neutral henley for Lance that won’t have him lose his status at his frat.
We’re unusually quiet as we head out of my room, waitingto see whom we’ll run into first and how they’ll react to my sleeping with the enemy.
Keegan’s door opens—of course it would be fucking Keegan—and as he steps out in only his boxers, I rest my arm across Lance’s shoulders, making it clear he’s my guest and that if anyone plans to say shit about him, they’re not gonna have an easy morning.
“Ty, Lance…” Keegan trails off.
“Morning, Keeg,” Lance says, offering a fist bump Keegan barely makes before we pass him.
I snicker. What can I say? I enjoy throwing the guys, and Lance does too.
When we get downstairs, Ryan’s at the kitchen island, shirtless, pouring his cereal and laughing it up with Jaxon.
“Morning, guys,” I announce.
Ryan’s bright smile turns to me. “Morning, Ty…and Lance. Lance with Ty…Ty with Lance…”
He’s having a full breakdown as he freezes there, his gaze shifting between us as he seems to be struggling to process what he’s seeing. His milk overflows from his bowl, sliding across the kitchen island.
“Dude,” Lance says, indicating the mess now spilling onto the front of Ryan’s joggers.
“Fuckin’ A,” Ryan says, hurrying to grab paper towels. He packs them over his crotch.
As Jaxon helps him clean up around him, I say, “Ryan, how in the fuck did you manage to make this moment about you?”
“Couldn’t let you hog all the attention, I guess.” He finishes wiping himself off. “Now please tell us you found this trash snooping around because he wanted to get us back for that prank.”
Even knowing Ryan’s teasing, anger shoots through me. “Nah, but fuck around and find out by calling him trash one more time.”
Ryan raises his hands in surrender. “Ooh, so sounds like this isn’t a one-time thing. When did all this start?”
“Depends on when you want to start,” Lance jokes.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Keegan asks, joining us.
“It means it’s been a minute,” I confess, keeping Lance close.
“Wait, but you fuck girls,” Jaxon says, his brow twisted up. “Like, a lot of them.”
“Well, it’s pretty clear you’re gonna have to add guys to the list. At least, one guy.”
“You were at each other’s throats at the start of the year,” Jaxon points out before blinking a few times. “That’s kind of hot, actually.”
“Yes, yes it is,” Lance agrees.
“I guess it makes sense since you guys had to be around each other so much for all those secret TaskFrat Committee things.”
Keegan and Jaxon shoot him looks.
“What?” Ryan asks. “That’s—Oh, there were no secret TaskFrat Committee meetings, were there?”
“Look, itcanlearn,” Keegan jokes.