Page 32 of Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1)

Ty

I ’m glad Lance opened up about Kacey. I know all too well what he was talking about, from my experience with Grant. And really, it was nice to share about these men who were so important in our lives.

Just as much, I’m proud of him for pushing through and managing to have a great time.

After skating, we enjoy a few more rides before heading back to Sigma Alpha.

I’m holding his hand all the way up to my room, loving that it’s not like when we did things in secret, that now I don’t give a flying fuck who sees us.

In fact, I want all my bros to know he’s with me and that’s just the way things are.

When we reach my bedroom, Lance says, “Why do I have a feeling you’re gonna open the door and have some prank waiting for me?”

It’s nice to see that playful, suspicious expression again, not bogged down by our heavy discussion earlier.

“A vengeance prank? Nah. You got us back fair and square. I wouldn’t do you like that. Not when there are so many other things I’d rather do to you.”

I find my key card and swipe it before opening my door and leading him inside.

I’ve barely closed the door when I shove him back against the wall and take another kiss.

I unfasten his fly, opening it to loosen the waist of his jeans, sliding my hands underneath his underwear so I can grab that tight ass.

“Mmm,” I say. “That’s where I want to be. Claiming your ass for the thirty-second time.”

“Have you been counting?”

“Hey, it’s all a first for me, so it’s pretty noteworthy. Why? You think that’s weird?”

“Oh, it’s definitely weird, but I like it.”

“Of course you do. You like having this dick in your ass as much as I like having my dick there, you dirty fuck.”

He doesn’t deny it, just licks up my lips before pulling me closer so that my weight’s against him.

We kiss and nip at each other as I lead him to the bed. We strip each other down, struggling between removing clothes and trying to keep our hands all over each other. When we wind up in bed, Lance on top of me, he reaches over, fishing through my nightstand for the lube.

I wait for him to grab a condom, but instead he says, “Um…this might be strange to bring up, but would you be interested—”

“In coming inside you?” I couldn’t wait for him to finish, not when he was basically speaking my wish.

“Whoa, Rocky,” he says, glancing at my cock, noticing that made me hard as stone. “We’ve been doing this a while, and I’ve been tested, obviously.”

“Me too.”

“If you don’t want to…”

He must be able to tell the answer to that by my expression because his lips perk up.

“You know I want to fuck you raw, bro.”

“Okay, dude . ”

We chuckle before he pumps some lube, massaging some across my shaft before giving his hole some. Then he lines himself up, sliding down onto my cock.

“Fuck, I love the way you make yourself comfortable in my room and on my cock,” I tell him as he welcomes more of me inside him.

“I love the way it feels when you open me up like this,” he confesses, taking me faster than usual, rocking up and down. He takes deep breaths, and I feel myself steadily reaching deeper and deeper.

Once he’s worked into a pace, he gazes down at me with those gorgeous eyes I can never get enough of. The Alpha Theta Mu prez has become my obsession.

We get lost in our usual frenzy, swapping positions, trying out his favorites, still learning and discovering each other’s bodies. While I’m giving it to him from behind, his hand on the headboard, I’m lost in the rhythm, my cock just here to serve his needs.

“How is that?” I ask, and he turns to me.

His body trembles as he replies, “That feels amazing, Ty. Just like that.”

He reaches back and rests his hand on my cheek, and I move close to kiss him.

Despite our quick movements, there’s something more intimate about our kiss than usual.

A deep connection I feel for him in this moment.

I’ve never felt anything like this before.

It’s beyond electric, an intensity I can’t even describe, scary and overwhelming, yet I refuse to back down. Just kiss him more.

“You really are mine,” I tell him.

“Yes, I am.”

“And I’m yours.”

“Yes. ”

“I’m greedy for you, Lance. I want to see your face and your cock when you come.”

We reposition so I’m on my back, with him riding me again. I hook my arms under his legs, holding them as I drive up into him, watching his cock bob up and down, occasionally slapping me in the abs before some precum spills onto me.

“Fuck yeah,” I mutter. “That’s so fucking beautiful.”

I stare at his cock as he leaks for me more. Then I grip it, helping pull even more out while fucking him. His eyes roll back in that way they do when I’m jamming right up against his prostate, giving him what he needs.

“I’m just here for your pleasure, Lance. Because that’s my pleasure too.”

As he keeps taking me, he leans forward and rests his hand against the headboard, calling out, “Harder, Ty. Harder.”

As I bend to his request, watching him writhe in pleasure becomes so overwhelming, I feel myself climbing so damn fast, maybe too fast.

“You have to slow down, or I’m not gonna last much longer,” I warn him.

“Then we’ll just go for round two. Don’t stop. I need it.”

I can’t deny him. I just keep fucking away.

“Lance, I’m so close.”

I feel him precome onto my belly even more. “Me too. Shoot up into me, Ty. I want all of you. Every drop.”

His words pull it right from me, and as I feel my release, I call out, thrusting like I’m on a mission, loving how I’m filling Lance up.

I get another surprise as a warm rush washes over my abs.

“Fuck, that’s a lot of cum,” I say as Lance calls out, clearly unable to disguise his pleasure as he keeps releasing onto me in warm spurts .

I watch in awe as he finishes, a final drop marking the end.

As he catches his breath, he settles, that ass resting on my pelvis, engulfing my cock once again. His body twitches a little more, his nerves still recovering from the sensations I worked up in him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mutters, releasing his cock and leaning forward for another kiss.

As we continue kissing, he subtly rocks his hips. “You like that?” he whispers into my mouth. “Knowing you’re shoving in me deep?”

“Yes,” I confess.

“Come on. Get it up in there,” he urges as he takes me to the hilt, clenching his cheeks.

Fuck, he’s so greedy for me.

“Trust me, if I could get it any deeper, I would.”

He smiles. “Just making sure. I like being filled up with my…”

He stops himself, his expression twisting up uncomfortably.

Even though he didn’t finish his sentence, I sense I know what he was about to say, and I hate that he stopped himself.

An eagerness builds up in me again…

Feels like hope.

“Your what?” I press. “Come on. Tell me what you were about to say.”

“It’s more of a conversation we should have than something I should just blurt out.”

His words assure me I was right in my assumption about where this is heading. And if I’m wrong, I’ll be disappointed.

No, it’ll be so much worse than that.

So much so that I don’t allow myself to consider it too long .

“Blurt it out anyway, and I’ll let you know if I agree,” I say, not breaking eye contact.

“Being filled up by my boyfriend,” Lance whispers, like a part of him is worried I might laugh or tell him we’re definitely not that.

I’m quiet, thinking carefully about how to respond since I don’t want to fuck this up.

But when I notice the flash of panic in his expression, I quickly say, “Your boyfriend, huh?” and watch his cheeks turn pink.

I take his ass cheeks in either hand, giving a good squeeze.

“So that means this ass would be totally mine, right?”

Lance chuckles. I can tell he’s feeling vulnerable after what he just shared, but that’s part of what makes it so fucking hot.

“Yeah, that means my ass would be all yours. Is that what you want?”

“Your ass?”

“To be boyfriends.”

I wince. “Are you fucking kidding me right now? I took you on a date. If you think I don’t want to be your boyfriend at this point, you are out of your goddamn mind.”

A smile tugs at his lips, and it’s too irresistible not to give him another kiss.

“Before I agree to anything, though, you might have to get me up to speed about what that involves. I haven’t been in a relationship since sophomore year of high school.”

His gaze narrows as he studies my face, like he’s surprised this is the direction the conversation went. “Well, it definitely means more fucking.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that.”

“And we’d have to go on more dates like today. You know, to get to know each other better.”

“I guess I like you enough to get to know you,” I tease, earning a glare. “So…movies, dinners at restaurants, clawing at each other around friends… Is that what you’re hoping for?”

Please say yes.

He grins. “Pretty much.”

“And then that means when we’re out, I’ll get to hear you say, Oh, my boyfriend is over there. This is my hot boyfriend. This is my top boyfriend who fucks the hell out of me until I shoot all over. ”

“That’s not really the kind of thing I’d have a reason to say.”

“Really? You don’t want to hear me say, This is my bottom boyfriend who just needs to be stuffed with my cock and cum ?”

“Eh, talk is cheap.”

“But still hot, don’t lie.”

He moves closer, rubs his nose against mine. “So we’re doing this? Boyfriends?”

I see the eagerness in his expression, and my chest comes alive with sensation.

“I never thought I’d ever be interested in any of this,” I admit. “Just never saw the point of being with one person.”

“Yeah, I remember our conversation.” His gaze falls, as though he’s thinking this could be leading anywhere other than me being all his.

So I get to my point. “But that was before I got to know you. I used to just see sex on legs whenever someone walked by, but since messing with you, you’re the only one I’m thinking about, the only one I’m interested in meeting up with.

So yeah, I want to be your boyfriend, Lance.

And I want you to show me all these cheesy-ass things I’ve been missing out on. ”

“It doesn’t have to be cringe.”

“Really? Because I don’t mind being cringe with you. ”

I can tell he’s fighting a smile.

“I want to tell my mom, but I want to do it in person, over Thanksgiving break the week after next.”

“You want to tell her about me?”

“I want to call her up and shout it at the top of my lungs, but I think it’ll mean more to her to see the look in my eyes when I tell her about you.”

His gaze locks with mine. And I can only imagine if I look half as enamored as he looks with me right now, she’ll know how happy he makes me.

“Get down here and kiss your boyfriend,” I demand.

“You know you’re still in me, right?” He rocks his hips again so I can feel his slick flesh sliding up and down my shaft.

“Damn right I’m still in you. And if you work me up again, we’ll see if we can get you to shoot all over me like that one more time.”

I pull him down, sealing our lips for another kiss—one that’s more satisfying than any of the other kisses we shared today because this time, I’m not just some guy Lance is fucking.

I’m his boyfriend.