Page 28 of Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1)

Ty

“F uck, fuck,” Lance says as he works his controller.

“You gotta get over here, or I’m gonna die.”

We lie in his bed, naked, enjoying some Fortnite , 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’s mine.

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 say bruh .”

“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.

Once we’ve had the light snack, we eat some breakfast, then get ready and head off to class. Our little routine has quickly become the only way I’m interested in spending my mornings .

When I finish my last class for the day, I meet Ryan and Keegan for a gym session. Jaxon’s tagged along too—against his will, I’ve learned, since Keegan is trying to whip him into shape.

“So you must really like Lance,” Ryan says as he spots me on the bench press.

I’m really feeling the burn today, alive with eagerness. I finish my set and rest the bar on the rack.

“You’re real perceptive these days,” I tease Ryan as I sit up.

“Shut the fuck up. I know you better than anyone, even that Alpha Theta Mu you’re messing with, and if you’ve messed around with him more than a handful of times, you’ve done more with him than you’ve ever done with any girl.”

“You must not know me very well, then, because I had girlfriends in high school.”

“I’m not talking about back when handholding and making out were the big intrigues.”

“You think any girl who saw me only wanted to hold my hand?”

“Now I feel like you’re avoiding what I’m trying to say.”

“Maybe you should just say it, then.”

“You’re into this guy. Beyond a regular hookup.”

I shrug. “Obviously.”

“You guys go on dates yet?”

“What?” I ask, wincing.

“Get back to pumping. You’re taking too much time between sets. Come on. We gotta get those muscles to fail.”

I lie back down and get back to my presses.

But Ryan’s not done prodding. “You done more than hook up with this guy? Like take him out to eat? Watch a movie?”

We definitely don’t go on dates. Occasionally we watch TV when he’s over, sometimes between breaks before going again, but nothing like the kind of date Ryan means.

Although, now that everyone knows about us, we could go on a date.

And why does that sound so nice?

I finish my set, and as I set the bar on the rack, I take a breath. “No dates. But I could see taking him out.”

Ryan’s face lights up, and I grind my teeth.

“Okay, okay, I do like him. I’m not hiding that, Ry.”

“Just funny seeing my boy getting all wide-eyed for some Alpha Theta Mu. But if this makes you go easy on him in the TaskFrat games…”

“Whoa. That’s an accusation. We did fine.”

There’ve been two challenges since we came out to our frats, neither of which Sigma Alpha or Alpha Theta Mu won, though it has evened our overall scores, meaning we’re still vying for victory.

“No one’s going easy on anyone,” I insist. “Neither of us would want that.”

“Then we’re all good. So where you think you’re gonna take him? You know the fall festival is going on. That’s a fun, datey thing.”

“I’ll think of my own dates, thank you very much.”

Not a bad idea, though. When our crew’s gone the past few years, we’ve seen Lance and his frats at the festival, and he’s always having a good time.

I bet he’d like that. And I’ve learned I have a thing for giving Lance what he wants.

No—what he needs .

After Ryan and I complete our workout, we wait with Jaxon for Keegan to wrap up on the treadmill before hitting the showers.

I finish first, drying off, then head to my locker.

I’m in a bit of a hurry because I want to see if Lance has texted me.

Maybe now would be a good time to vibe out if he’d want to go on a date with me.

“Practically skipping to your locker,” I hear Ryan say behind me before I feel his towel snap me in the ass.

“Fucking prick better be careful what you start,” I say, spinning around and gripping the knot in my towel.

“You think you got it, bring it.”

I whip it off, giving him a slap in the side, and soon we’re going at each other’s asses before Jaxon slips up behind and joins me in an attack against Ryan.

“Careful!” Ryan says. “You guys are gonna bruise the meat.”

“You started it.” I laugh, not just because of how ridiculous and fucking cliché it is for us to be fucking around like this, but also because it’s fun as hell.

“That’s what you get for dragging my ass out when I could have slept in,” Jaxon says.

Ryan cups either cheek as we head to the lockers. “Whatever. Still got a nice pink mark on that tail,” he says, indicating my ass. “Make sure to let Lance know who did it.”

I chuckle as I spin the combination lock. Removing it, I open the locker door, when I notice my duffel is gone.

“The hell?” Ryan says from his locker, echoing my thought.

“Where’s my shit?” Jaxon asks.

At the bottom of my locker, there’s a brown package, and as I reach inside, my mind finally catches up with what’s going on.

Those little pricks.

I open the packaging of the little gift, discovering inside a piece of men’s lingerie—a lacy G-string.

I can’t help but laugh, and is it weird that even though Lance got me good here, I kind of hope he picked this out especially for me?

“Dude,” Ryan says, and I see him assessing his own pink, lacy garment—more like trunks.

“Did they get us all?” Keegan asks.

“How did they get me ?” Jaxon asks. “I just decided to come here last minute. Knew it was a shit idea to hit the gym today. You can see my ass in these.” He peeps through the holes in the back of his lingerie, which has us all laughing.

I check inside my package, discovering our student IDs and a note, similar to the one I left for Lance when we pranked the Alpha Theta Mus, then read it aloud:

“ Ty,

Obviously, since you guys were showering, you left your car keys and phones in your bags, which you can find back at the Sigma Alpha house. Since it’s November and we’re a generous frat, we waited for a slightly warmer front, so you’ll only enjoy some hard nips and small dongs.

We’ve left your student IDs so you can take the shuttle back in your new, sexy outfits to greet all your fellow housemates, who’ll be waiting to enjoy the show, along with some very eager members of the nearest frats and sororities.

Presented to you by:

Alpha Theta Mu

PS: Didn’t think we’d get you back? ;)

I’m sure they crafted the message together, but that last bit must’ve been from Lance.

“Clever fuck,” I mutter.

“Okay, I wasn’t even supposed to be here,” Jaxon says. “I should be exempt. ”

“Uh-uh. No one’s exempt.”

“You think we can get someone to give us a ride?” Ryan asks.

“If we go back to the frat, everyone will be waiting for us,” Jaxon observes.

He’s not wrong.

“I know that guy Crews out there,” Keegan says. “Bet he can get us to the mall for some shirts.”

“Hey, hey,” I say. “You guys are trying to avoid the spirit of the prank. Alpha Theta Mu never backed down from their challenge, and it’s sixty degrees out there, so it’s not like anyone’s gonna get hypothermia.

We’re not poor sports, and we’re definitely not gonna let them think they intimidated us.

We’re gonna strut this just like Lance and his crew strutted their adorable little G-strings and crop tops.

And we’re gonna look sexy as hell doing it. ”

Jaxon sighs. “It’s days like these that I think I should have just moved into the dorms.”

We all share a laugh before we start slipping into our new gear, coming to terms with just how many people will see us like this, even before we get to the humiliating moment when the frats and sororities are waiting for us to show up in these things, doing some kind of sexy fashion show for them.

But I swallow my pride.

Once we’re all suited up, Ryan says, “Honestly, not too bad since we got a good pump in today.”

“Everyone’s gonna post this online,” Jaxon says. “We’re gonna be the laughingstock of Peach State. This is why I don’t ever do TaskFrat shit.”