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Brendon

I t’s party time, and I am rocking this Robin costume. I even got my hair cut. It looks like shit, but I’ll buzz the sides down to the skin after this so the top is long and floppy still.

The body-hugging suit shows off the muscles I work hard to maintain for hockey, and I’m looking sexy as fuck. I add the mask to my face and turn to find Paul staring at me from the bathroom door.

“Fuck.” Paul adjusts his dick in his costume that hides nothing, and I put my fists at my hips. “Are you sure you want to go, ’cause I’m sure we could find something to do around here . . .” He trails off, dragging his eyes over me again.

The heat in his gaze is tempting. Really tempting. We only fucked once and just used hands and mouths to get off since then.

I want to fuck, to be inside of him and let him command my body while calming my head, but some part of me is hesitant. Something about it is vulnerable and emotionally raw, and it scares me.

A hand on my cheek makes me blink, and I look at Paul who’s now standing in front of me.

“Where did you just go?”

I force a smile to my lips and shake my head before taking his mouth. The kiss is full of heat, tongues and teeth and groans. Paul holds my face in both his hands, angling the kiss the way he wants, and deepens it. I hold on to his hips, rubbing my aching cock against his.

“I need you,” I pant against his lips.

“Then stay with me; you can have me.” One of his hands cups my ass cheek and squeezes. I groan at the contact, loving the way he touches me.

I open my mouth to agree, when there’s a knock on the door and the handle turns. We jump apart, quickly adjusting ourselves, and face Jeremy in his Superman costume. You would think we would be used to it, but we get jumpy every time someone knocks.

“Come on, my merry band of hooligans!” he calls, thrusting one fist in the air and running down the hallway. His cape billows behind him, and I mirror his pose.

“Come now, Batman, there is fuckery a foot!” I yell over my shoulder and run down the hallway toward the elevator.

When we step out of the dorm, the campus is crawling with people, and there’s a feeling in the air of fun and shenanigans.

We make our way to the frat houses and look around. Looks like they’re basically having a block party. All the houses are decorated, the street is blocked off and decorated, and there’s people everywhere. Each house has a different theme. One is Barbie, one is superheroes, one looks like a Ren fair, and so on.

Hot breath caresses my neck before lips move against my ear. “Remember, flirting is okay, but no touching.”

A smile takes over my face, and I lift my phone to take a selfie with Paul and Jeremy before we get shit-faced. Preston is meeting us here for whatever reason. I don’t know. He’s not my problem.

I stick my tongue out, Jeremy cheeses hard, and Paul just lifts an eyebrow trying to look unamused.

“This damn costume doesn’t have pockets!” I growl. “How do chicks do this?!”

Paul huffs and takes my phone. “You’re just going to lose it.”

He’s not wrong. I head in the direction of a table with what looks like Jell-O shots. I pay for three and grab blue ones.

Jeremy takes it, but Paul shakes his head. “Someone has to stay mostly sober.”

I shrug and toss back both mine and his. I’m not wasting perfectly good vodka.

“What flavor was that?” Jeremy asks with a disgusted look, scrunching up his face.

“I don’t know. Blue.” I toss the cups in the trash and move on. Looks like every house has their own drink station set up, and everyone has a different drink. I am about to be wasted.

The sun has barely set and there’s already people puking in the street and in bushes. Amateurs.

There’s candy all over the place, bottles and cans and cups littering the ground, and music blasting from the houses. Games are set up, people are fucking in the shadows, and I think this is debauchery at its finest.