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“If you don’t say you won the lottery after this, I’m gonna be annoyed,” Marty jokes.
Ash’s door is open, so I don’t think twice about heading in, when I hear, “Fuck me, Colin. Fuck me harder.”
I halt in place, but I’m too late—I already see Colin’s nude back, firm ass shaking. Ash’s head is rolled back as he moans.
“Holy hell!” Marty calls out, and in my periphery, I see him slip right back out the door.
“Whoa,” spits out of my mouth as my mind catches upwith what’s happening, and Colin glances over his shoulder as Ash’s gaze meets mine.
“Dude, fuck,” Ash says as Colin uses himself as a shield to cover his stepbrother’s body. “Did you guys need something?” Ash pokes his head around Colin.
“Um…”
“Man, don’t act like this is the first time you’ve caught us in the act.”
Fair.
“Lance, get out of there,” Marty calls from the hall. “What are youdoing?”
“You just wanna stand there?” Colin asks. “Because if you leave, I can pull out and we can actually talk about whatever you wanted to tell Ash. Or, as you know, we’re happy to keep going.”
I laugh nervously. “Yes, yes of course.” I open my mouth to say more but realize that less is definitely more in this case, and I head out, my cheeks still hot from catching them in the act.
And maybe because it was more than a little hot.
I join Marty in the hall as he rubs his eyes.
“Oh, the images!” he calls out dramatically. “Make them go away!”
*
“But you don’teven like him,” Marty says.
After Ash and Colin threw on some joggers, we settled in their room, me standing, Colin and Ash sitting on the bed, Marty on the love seat, and I told them my news about Ty.
“We were never enemies,” I stress.
“Yeah, that’s too bad,” Ash says. “Because that would havebeen even hotter.”
“Dirty boy,” Colin tells him.
“You made me dirty.”
“Lies.”
They’re kind of self-involved in the moment, as though Marty and I have disappeared.
“Excuse me,” I say. “Big news here.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Colin says. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen my guy, and obviously we were—”
“We all know what you were doing,” Marty interjects.
“Really? Because I thought you of all people might have forgotten what it was like.”
“Shut the fuck up. I get laid.”
Ash, Colin, and I glance at each other, our skepticism written all over our faces. Even Frat Cat is giving Marty a look from the end of the bed.