Page 20 of Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1)

Lance

A fter the pleasure Ty showed me, the sensations that pooled through my body as he worked my prostate, I’m determined to show him a good time. Between sucking me off and sticking his fingers up my ass, I’m definitely feeling like I need to up my game.

I give him a few more pumps, noticing the way his cock throbs and stiffens when I make certain movements.

I can tell why he was so damn good at blowing me.

It’s easier to get a sense of what works when it’s in my mouth and grip.

The familiar taste of his precum pushes into my mouth, setting off something in me, making me speed up.

“Seriously,” Ty says. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up. Lance…Lance…”

I slide my lips off his dick, still stroking, “Give it to me.”

I barely have the words out when I feel a warm rush against my lips.

In a panic, I hurry back onto his cock, taking it into my mouth.

A part of me feared I might have missed my opportunity, but the burst that releases onto my tongue assures me that isn’t the case.

My muscles relax, my mouth sliding down to the base of his cock as I swipe my tongue around to make sure I get every drop of him.

It’s like I’ve been starving and had my first meal in days—I’m blissed out, reveling in having his cock buried in my mouth, swallowing him down.

There are thoughts about how I could have gone from being straight to this moment, but I’m too obsessed with Ty’s cock to give any fucks.

His moans stammer, and I give his shaft another jerk. “There’s no more,” he says. “You fucking drained me, man.”

As if I wasn’t satisfied enough already, hearing that sends another wave of relief through me.

I pull off his cock, gazing up at him as he looks down at me, looking as pleased as I feel. I finally release him, and he collapses on the bed beside me, while I reposition so I’m lying alongside him.

“Whew,” he says, placing his hand on his torso, just under his chest. “Thanks for that.”

“Thanks for the excellent fingering.”

“I was pretty good, wasn’t I?”

“I’m never complimenting you again.”

“I mean, you don’t have to. Your body gave you away.” He winks.

“Like yours did when you shot on my face before I could get you down.”

“I was basically getting you back for that first time when you shot on mine.”

We share a laugh, and Ty rolls toward me. “You’ll have to let me know how I compare to Dax.”

His jaw tenses, the playfulness in his expression gone, and part of me thinks he can’t be serious, while another can tell he’s as serious as ever.

“Shut up,” I say.

“What? I talked to him, and the guy seems genuinely interested in you, so if you wanted him, you’re already experimenting, so…”

“I don’t even know Dax. Not really. ”

Ty’s acting weird, and I don’t really get why, since Dax is one of his own, and it was a fucking bachelor auction, so it’s not like we’re going on a real date.

“I’ve heard good things, though,” I admit.

Ty doesn’t look happy about that. “Well, maybe you should mess around with him. Might help you decide what you like and don’t like…you know, since you’re figuring this stuff out.”

“Where the hell did that come from? We just had a good time, and now you’re acting strange.”

Ty shakes his head. “Sorry. Just…um…forget it. I didn’t want you to think you owe me anything simply because of what we’ve done a few times. If you guys want to do stuff, obviously I’d be cool.”

“Really? Because it sounds like you wouldn’t be cool at all.”

I see the muscles in his jawline shifting before he moves quickly, taking my mouth once again, his tongue expertly sliding across mine as he moves closer to me, till his body is up against mine.

“Okay, I am slightly…” He struggles with his words, which isn’t like Ty at all. “I’m slightly intimidated by his experience, but I also know what I do to you.”

He licks up the middle of my lips, as though trying to conjure up that feeling my body gets when he’s around.

“So Ty Lancaster admits he’s a little jealous?”

He growls again. “Ty Lancaster is maybe more than a little jealous, but on the other hand, it wouldn’t be fair to deprive you of him showing you things.”

“Dude, you’re acting like we’re definitely gonna hook up.”

He closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Why would you put that image in my head? Whatever. It’s just playing on my mind. Something about this stuff is making me not want to let anyone get their greedy hands on you—anyone else’s greedy hands, at least.” He grips my ass again.

As he firms his hold, a phantom sensation activates within me, reminding me of how good it felt when he was pushing up against that spot. I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing I am—what would it feel like? To have his cock pushing up against it? To have him shooting while he’s inside me?

Could I even get him off that way?

“What are you thinking about?” I ask him, noticing the eagerness in my chest, this hope that it’s the same thing.

He gulps before pulling his gaze from my ass, finally making eye contact. “I think you might already have an idea.”

“Maybe you should just say it, then,” I press.

His face twists up. “How am I the one being all weird now? I think you might have rubbed off on me. But yes, I’m thinking about how it’d feel to fuck you.”

Now he’s swung the other way, just putting it all out there.

The back of my neck prickles with sensation.

“You don’t get to encourage me to say it and then start blushing,” he says.

“Shut up. I can blush whenever I want.”

He smiles. “It’s not something we have to jump in and do right away, but I’m curious, I guess.”

“We’ve been very curious lately.”

“There’s an understatement if I ever heard one.

” As I laugh, he goes on, “But yeah, we don’t have to rush anything.

I’m enjoying this pace.” He quiets, just staring into my eyes.

His expression relaxes. “What we talked about before the auction… It means a lot that you shared that with me. I know you were bringing it up to help me through a tough day, and I want you to know it really helped.”

It’s shocking how quickly we went from having fun to him bringing up one of the biggest traumas in my life, but I understand why.

“Actually, I was surprised how good it felt to share that,” I confess. “It’s not something I tell a lot of people about.”

And I know he can understand why.

“Well, I’m glad you shared it with me.” He caresses my ass before offering a kiss.

I relax right into it. It’s so easy to let go and simply enjoy moments like these with Ty. And right now, it feels like things are moving at the perfect pace.

*

Throughout the next week and a half, between work, school, TaskFrat, and our various other frat obligations, Ty and I manage to squeeze in time to further explore this chemistry that there’s no denying exists between us.

This raw desire reminds me of when I first discovered jerking off—how eager I was to get home from school and sneak away to explore this exciting new part of myself, waking to a world of pleasure.

What Ty’s awakened in me adds a new rush.

I keep wondering if the novelty will wear off, but with each handjob, blowjob, touch against my prostate, and kiss, I only find myself wanting more. I’m still not ready to be fucked, but that doesn’t keep me from wanting him to explore my ass with his fingers before the explosion.

And it’s not just the physical stuff I enjoy either. It’s our playful text exchanges, and this awareness that he understands the shit I’ve been through with my brother.

All these thoughts only intensify as I sit next to Ty during an emergency meeting with the Interfraternity Council, called by Zeta Tau’s president after he discovered an act of vandalism against their house last night.

Six of the Peach State frat presidents sit around the conference table reserved for this meeting, Ty and I next to one another, and he scoots his chair close, glancing around before copping a feel of my leg. I don’t look at him, not wanting to draw any attention to what he’s doing.

The door to the conference room flies open, and Omega Psi’s president, Jamie Sutton, storms in.

In his usual ripped jeans and biker jacket, he looks more like the leader of a biker gang than a frat president.

The perfect representative for his frat, really.

He settles in a chair in the corner of the room, not at the table like everyone else.

No one bothers to ask him to join the group, since you don’t tell Jamie Sutton what to do.

“Last night,” Zeta Tau’s president, Marcus, says as the meeting begins, “we discovered the side of our house spray-painted with the words Zeta’s Glory Hole , with arrows pointing to our back door.”

It’s hard not to be a bit amused by it, but Jamie is the only one who actually snickers, earning a glare from several of us.

Marcus goes on, “Now, we don’t have any evidence of who was responsible, but there are rumors it was Omega Psi.”

All eyes shift to Jamie, awaiting a reaction.

He glances around, taking a breath. “Okay, just to be transparent.” He whips out his phone and keys into it. We’re all waiting, trying to figure out what he’s doing, when the door opens again, and two guys holding another by his arms come in.

The guy in the middle is just in a pair of briefs, with cartoon cocks and other graphic imagery scribbled in marker all over his body. It takes me a moment, but I recognize him from a TaskFrat challenge. He was one of the guys who cuffed Ty and me together before we got those raging boners .

“Guys,” Jamie says, “meet Miles Tanner, our culprit. He confessed this morning, and we’ve punished him in our own Omega Psi way, as you can see. Miles, say hi.”

Miles sneers, looks like he’s pissed at the committee, though we haven’t done anything to him…yet.

“I said, say hi, Miles,” Jamie repeats.

“Hi, Miles,” is all Miles gives us.