Page 13 of Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1)

Lance

“O kay, Ash,” I say as I knock on his door. “Come on. Get off the phone with your boyfriend and let’s get to the party.”

Ash opens his door in his underwear, a cute pair of red trunks. “About that…”

Behind him, Colin plops down on the bed, shirtless, waving.

“What? I thought you weren’t gonna get here until later tonight,” I say.

“I finished with my work early, so…here I am.”

“Sorry,” Ash says. “He surprised me. And then we got a little dickstracted.”

“Sounds like you won’t be rushing off to the party, so I’ll head on, and if you two can manage to pry away from each other at some point, how about you come meet us at Omega Psi.”

“Thank you for understanding,” Colin says. “It’s not easy not getting to spend every night with my man.”

“I understand that. I mean, not about spending them with a man, but with someone you’re with romantically.”

Their expressions twist up similarly, in that way couples do sometimes because they’ve been together so long, although these guys were like that even before, which I guess came with the stepbrother territory.

I blush. “I should have stopped after saying I understood.”

“You really should have,” Ash teases.

“Okay. I’m gonna go party. You guys enjoy…whatever you were in the middle of.”

“Thank you, Prez,” Colin says.

“I’ll see you in a bit,” Ash adds before closing the door, I’m sure to get back as fast as he can to fucking around with his man.

Normally, I wouldn’t be in such a hurry to get over to Omega Psi, would tell the guys to finish up and walk over with me, but tonight I obviously have more on my mind than just having a good time with my buddies.

I want to see Ty.

After messing around on Tuesday, I was so in my head the rest of the week, wondering if maybe Ty was gonna hit it and quit it when I really didn’t want him to quit it.

What we did has awakened something in me, this curiosity I never considered might be lingering inside me.

I keep imagining how tragic it would have been if he’d let me walk out the door that day.

Not getting to feel his hot breath against my flesh, his grip around my shaft.

I was relieved when we saw each other at Junkie’s once he assured me he wanted to see me again too.

When I get to the party, I find Ty playing beer pong with some of the guys on the back porch, and as soon as his team claims victory, his gaze travels around, as though he’s looking for someone. When his gaze settles on me, a smirk plays across his lips.

And now I’m smiling too.

He grabs a guy near him and pulls him into the game before slipping away. Taking a Solo cup off the table, he approaches. “Well, well, well…Alpha Theta Mu’s president, in th e flesh. Well, maybe not as much flesh as I’d like to see, but still…”

I laugh, but even as he smiles, there’s something else in his expression too. Something feels off. Or maybe it’s just in my head.

He glances around before giving a subtle head tilt to follow him, and I do. He leads me into the house, like when we were at Beta Pi, and then into a room, closing the door behind us.

He looks unsettled, agitated. Has something changed? Is he more nervous about this than he let on when I saw him at his job?

As he nears, he studies me in a way that assures me that whatever the hell I thought he might have been questioning isn’t the case.

“So…” I drag out.

“You trying to make it awkward?”

“Isn’t it already?”

He slides his hand over my crotch, rubbing his palm against my cock, which is already hardening. His forehead creases. “Stud, you’re not getting turned on by me doing this now, are you?” he asks, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “All worked up now that you know what I can do to that cock?”

His words ignite something deep within me, and I’m shocked to find he’s gotten me even harder.

His gaze locks with mine briefly before wandering, and again, I’m caught off guard. Something’s up for sure.

But he pushes me back toward the wall and starts unfastening my belt and fly.

“Ty, I—”

“I swear, you keep on like this, I’m gonna make you shut up.”

As he gets my pants and trunks down, he grips my cock, stroking in that familiar way that I can tell my body’s missed the past few days.

My nerves burst with excitement, and I struggle to think straight as it courses through me.

But again, there’s something in Ty’s expression…

He looks distracted, in a way that’s unsettling.

“Are you sure everything’s—”

“I warned you,” he says, dropping to his knees. He pushes against my thighs, practically scooting my feet across the floor until my back’s against the wall.

I can barely think straight even before he slides his tongue across my cock. “Holy fuck,” I mutter.

What the hell is he doing? How did we go from jerking each other off to him already putting his tongue on my cock?

As he leans away, he grins like he’s proud of himself for the effect he just had on me, the concern in his expression gone, like this has distracted him from whatever was on his mind.

So I keep my question to myself, either because I selfishly want what he’s doing, or because I’m happy for my dick to be the reason he’s distracted.

Maybe both. There will be other opportunities to ask, and now that he’s had a taste of my dick, I’m curious to see what he’ll do next.

He grips my cock firmly, offering another lick just under the head.

Shivers rush through me, and he snickers.

For a moment I wonder if he’s laughing at me, like when he’s pulled a prank on Alpha Theta Mu.

Has this all been some epic Sigma Alpha prank?

But then he runs his tongue from the head of my cock to the base of my shaft.

“Ty, fuck.” I relax against the wall as he continues exploring me in slow, slick movements.

“I love how your body gets all twitchy when I do it,” he says, his hot breath slamming against my wet flesh, and there’s a wave of heat around the head before I feel his mouth slide around it.

This isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. In my wildest fantasy, this is still some messed-up prank, but now Ty’s definitely taken it too far.

He pulls off my cock, leaving me wet with saliva and aching for more. “How’s that?”

“You aren’t seriously asking that question right now.”

“Come on. I need a little validation. I like to be encouraged.”

“Ty, I’m sure you’re just as good with this as you are with pleasing a woman.”

He winces. “I didn’t want you to lie about it. I haven’t had practice with this. But I guess that’s what I’m doing now.” He flashes a quick smile before opening his mouth and sliding back over my cock, taking me deep.

In all the times I’ve seen those lips, I never considered the pleasure they could give me, never could have imagined how they’d feel clamping around me, stroking back and forth.

He gradually picks up his pace, like he’s taking me for a test drive.

Sucking, his tongue shifting about it, it’s clear he’s experimenting, exploring his own capabilities.

And he’s reading me well too because when he pulls back to the head and sweeps his tongue around it, a moan pushes past my lips.

He grips my cock, stroking as he continues working his mouth around the head.

It’s no wonder the guy’s so good with girls. Like that first experience, he’s clearly good at picking up what feels good and when I’m most turned on. Although, with how hard I am right now, he’d have to be pretty oblivious not to catch on.

I rest my hand on his head, sliding my fingers through his smooth brown locks.

“Ty, you’re so good at that,” I say, offering the validation he requested, and he takes more of me into his mouth, really dedicating himself to his task.

My hips jerk instinctively with his movements as he works me up, really getting me going.

“Jesus Christ, if you keep it up, I’m gonna fucking shoot. ”

Keeping his hand on my cock, he pulls his mouth off and says, “Well, don’t let me stop you.” He teases the head with his tongue, driving me wild, accelerating the rush in me, this potent urgency that can only last for so long before I blow.

“Fuck, I’m so damn close,” I warn so he’ll be able to pull off. He jerks my cock—when the doorknob turns.

Holy shit.

Ty keeps his hand on my cock as he asks whoever’s outside, “What’s up?”

With his hand in place, it’s like I’m suspended in this state, my body so close to the end, but also being kept from that final release. I’ve never felt so edged in my life, hanging in suspense for what feels like forever, until finally, a voice comes from the other side. “My bad.”

Ty waits a moment, listening, making sure the guy isn’t gonna keep pushing.

As soon as he’s gone, Ty glances up at me. “Now where were we?”

He gives me a pump, and I don’t think he realized how close I was because I shoot, my cum practically spraying across his chin and cheek as I clench my fists, enduring the powerful blast as he keeps pumping me onto his face.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter, biting my bottom lip to keep from being too loud, until Ty’s emptied the last of me. When I can think straight again, I notice the broad smile as my cum slips down his face.

“That’s my dirty boy,” he teases.

I roll my eyes. “I can’t believe you just did that. ”

“I kind of can’t believe it either. Or that I was so fucking good at it.”

“Oh, here we go. I should have known this was coming.”

“It’s about to be,” he says, pushing to his feet, his face still painted with my load. He unfastens his pants. “You gonna return the favor? Or am I gonna have to do this myself?”

“Suck you off?” I ask, suddenly shocked by the idea. Although, I guess that’s fair.

“No, I meant just getting me off. I don’t expect you to be there yet.”

Now he’s triggered my competitive streak. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He sports that cocky expression I recognize from TaskFrat. “Come on. That was pretty impressive. Just give me my flowers tonight, huh? After what I did for you.”

He has a point. I should simply enjoy the epic BJ and let that be that, but surely he knows I can’t just let him be the victor here. Though I’m definitely not there yet, especially now that he’s intimidated me with what a great job he did.

“It’s okay, Lance.” He pulls his cock out, wipes some of my cum from his face, and strokes it.

Holy hell.

“Just let me get off,” he says, “and we’ll be even.”

“We’ll hardly be even.”

“Hard is right,” he jokes. “And in that case, you owe me a BJ.”

That shouldn’t excite me as much as it does.

I glance down, watching as he strokes himself, and I grab his wrist. “No,” I insist. “This is the least I can do.”

He releases himself. “More than fine by me.”

I take his cock in my grasp, noticing how hard he is from blowing me. I step closer, keeping up a good pace as he closes his eyes.

“Just like that,” he whispers, so I keep my rhythm steady.

“Did you want to come on me?” I ask, hardly knowing where the idea even came from before it escaped my lips.

His eyes pop open, that grin sweeping across his face. “You want that?”

“I mean, it’s only fair since I wound up coming on your face.”

“Well, then I guess it’d only be fair if I came on yours too.”

As I get on my knees, I continue jerking him, and there’s something in his expression, like he’s shocked I’m actually doing this.

I lick my lips, and his eyes are right on me as he says, “Lance, I’m about to—” His face tenses up as his eyes seal shut.

“Do it,” I say, and the next second I feel a warm rush wash across my cheeks. Relief moves through me in a wave, as though all I needed to relax was for him to come on my face, and I hate myself for how I took for granted that first time when he came on me.

His body shifts and jerks about in a quick series of movements as he finishes on my face before gazing down at me, his smile revealing he’s just as proud of the moment as I was when he came on me.

As the last of his cum leaves, he chuckles. “Okay, Lance, I’m sensitive now.”

“Oh, sorry,” I say awkwardly. It’s something I should have considered because I get the same way, but I was so into the moment, I couldn’t help myself.

“It’s okay,” he says as I release him. He grabs my chin and runs his thumb over my cum-soaked flesh. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Yes, it is .

As he pulls his thumb away, I can’t help looking, seeing the way it shines in the room light. I lick my lips, thinking about that first taste I had of him. Something in me, something feral, something so lost in the pleasure of this moment, has me moving quickly, taking his thumb into my mouth.

“Oh fuck yes,” he mutters as I close my eyes and enjoy the taste of him, a delicious, potent burst.

Before I know it, I’m sucking on his thumb, then offering a gentle bite at the base, running my teeth up to the end.

I’m embarrassed by how hungry I was for it, what Ty must think of how I just lapped him up, but when I open my eyes to check his reaction, he says, “I had a feeling you’d want more after you had that first taste of me. ”

I chuckle nervously. “You weren’t wrong.”

“Mmmm,” he says, raising his thumb to his face.

He swipes it along my cum and slips it into his mouth, taking a lick.

He closes his eyes, cherishing it, though I doubt he can enjoy it nearly as much as I just enjoyed his.

Although, the way he lingers makes me realize there’s something about this that clearly gets to both of us.

He opens his eyes again and says, “Nothing like two straight guys enjoying each other’s cum.” He gives his thumb another quick lick, and I burst into a laugh.

Because so much for being two straight guys.