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Funny, because as eager as I was to share what Ty and I were up to with the guys, I’m almost as eager to even the score with my rival.
“Give it to me,” I say.
“Get a lot of practice saying that last night?” Colin teases.
I’m not gonna hear the end of this.
And rightfully so.
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“Fuck, fuck,” Lancesays as he works his controller.
“You gotta get over here, or I’m gonna die.”
We lie in his bed, naked, enjoying someFortnite, which has become one of our rituals since we started staying over at each other’s places. Movies, TV shows, football games, video games—the kind of stuff we can enjoy between our fuck sessions, which are everything.
“You think I’m not trying to get over there?” Lance asks.
The past few weeks with him have been incredible. We’re out, giving zero shits about what we’re doing. Not just having to squeeze in fun in secret, but knowing when the party’s over, that ass is mine.
He’smine.
The more we fuck around, the more confident he is about bottoming, which makes me an eager top. It’s not just the sex, though. I like mornings like this, when we get to play around before classes.
After I die in the game—because yeah, no way he was getting to me in time—he says, “I’m gonna have to text Taylor to see how they got past this part.”
Brenner and Taylor, both Peach State alums, are his buddies he hangs with for video games occasionally. I’ve hung out with them a few times, and they’re cool guys, and also,apparently, part of the stepbrother-partner crew in Lance’s circle.
I toss my controller aside and roll on top of Lance.
“What are you doing?”
“I think someone needs a morning BJ.”
One of the many perks of our zero-shits-given approach.
“Mmm. Those are my favorite,” he says. “I’m surprised you have all this energy after how late we stayed up, Mr. Going-Back-for-Thirds.”
“You’re the one who wanted to stay up to watch that weird horror series.”
One of the things I’ve learned about Lance since we started hanging at each other’s places is that he’ll get into any one- or two-season show no one’s ever heard of. It’s so fucking adorable, I can hardly stand it.
“Would you have rather been watching the game, bruh? Like the two straight bros that we are?”
“Sound so straight when you saybruh.”
“Yeah, bruh? You wanna fuck me, bruh?”
“Starting to sound a little less straight.”
He grabs my cock, giving it a generous stroke. “Is this straighter, bruh?”
My cock pulses in his grip. “Much straighter, Stud,” I say, peeking to see his thick hard-on.
As he releases my shaft, I rub it along his thigh. “Be right back,” I whisper before kissing down his body, then taking his cock into my mouth to help him rub one out before he does the same for me.