Page 38 of Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1)

Ty

T he hospital releases Lance a few hours later.

I’m sure the staff is relieved to clear the waiting room of all the frats.

Lance’s parents offer for him to stay with them, but he insists he’s fine and that he has to help us all navigate the new living situation at Alpha Theta Mu.

They can’t put up much of a fight, since the docs have cleared him, and aside from his voice still sounding scratchy, he seems to be back to his old self.

“Feels like some fucked-up karma,” Ryan says from behind Lance and me as we walk up the drive of Alpha Theta Mu, both our frats following. “We have to stay with our rivals? Really?”

“You’re welcome for our house saving your asses,” Lance teases.

We share a look, and he’s wearing a bright smile. Despite all the bullshit, things have felt lighter since I told him how I felt and I heard those magical words from him: “I love you.”

Almost makes me feel like I don’t have to track down Miles Tanner and kick his ass for what happened last night.

But only almost.

“See?” Ryan says. “Where are we even gonna talk shit about Alpha Theta Mus around here?”

“I think we just say it to their faces now,” Keegan jokes as we reach the front porch.

As I turn back to the guys, Dax adds, “I’m kind of excited about the idea of staying here. Alpha Theta Mus have been good to me.”

I wonder which of Lance’s crew he’s messed with. Not to mention, Ash and Colin are always particularly friendly with him.

“We should come up with a game to determine who’ll sleep in whose room,” Jaxon suggests.

“Whoever loses sleeps with Marty,” Ryan teases. “And I don’t just mean in his bed.”

“I don’t like this,” Marty says.

Ryan drapes an arm over his shoulders. “I’m kidding. You know I wanna keep you all to myself.”

“That’s happening over my dead body,” Marty says through his teeth.

“Just chill, will ya? You are so uptight. Oh wait. That’s your thing, right? In that case, why don’t you show us around, and maybe you can give us the breakdown of the rules so we can at least know what we’re violating as we’re doing it.”

“That’s actually not a bad idea,” Lance says. “Marty, you can manage that while Ty and I…”

“Oh God, of course. I’ve got you, man.”

Marty can act like a prick, but he’s been right here for Lance and me since everything went down. I understand now why they’re such good friends—Lance clearly knows a good guy when he sees one.

“You’ll warm up to me,” Ryan tells Marty. “I promise, I won’t cuddle you too hard.”

“Again, we’re not rooming together,” Marty insists.

Ryan simply heads into the house like he owns the place.

“Can we still get Ty to execute him?” Marty asks Lance .

“I can hear you!” Ryan calls from inside. “Going to the kitchen. I need something to eat.”

“Then wait until we do a grocery run so we can stock up!” Marty calls after him.

“We should order pizza,” Ryan says.

“I’m down with pizza too,” Payton calls out from the crowd.

Several guys chime in, wanting pizza, which settles that.

Marty sighs, hurrying inside, and I hear him call out to Ryan, in what I’m sure is a vain attempt at controlling the uncontrollable. Something he’s gonna have to get used to.

Lance is all smiles—I imagine he’s happy to be back in his element, seeing everyone acting like themselves and not all worked up over him.

Although, I still feel tension twisting up in my chest. Can’t go through something like we did last night without some of that lingering.

“Okay, guys,” I say. “I appreciate everyone rallying around us, but Lance and I need to wash the hospital off. I’m gonna get my man to his room.”

We hug it out with our guys, then go upstairs.

I shower quickly and get into bed, but Lance takes some extra time before coming out in only his towel.

He tosses it into the hamper by his closet, and as he approaches the bed, he notices my Sigma Alpha hoodie on the edge.

The guys brought it for me to change into last night.

His lips curl into his dimples as he picks it up and throws it on, leaving the front open, as he sneaks glances toward the door, like he’s waiting for the guys to rush in and catch him. “I think I deserve this after everything I’ve been through.”

A rush of pride pulses through me, seeing my guy in our letters .

Lance retrieves an Alpha Theta Mu tank from his dresser drawer and tosses it at me. “You know what to do.”

I don’t hesitate. I wasn’t planning on putting any clothes back on, but this is too exciting to pass up. I toss on the shirt, and as good as it felt to see him wearing mine, I must admit I like being in his frat’s letters—as if now he really has claimed me.

Lance crawls under the covers, scooting his ass back against my cock.

“What is that monstrosity?” he jokes.

I laugh. “You can’t be in my hoodie like this and expect me not to be hard as hell.”

“Fair,” he says, tucking his ass even closer.

Fuck…

I slide my hand under the hoodie, groping at his flesh before kissing the back of his neck.

“You think Mom and Dad are gonna be okay?” he asks softly, and I know it’s because of how worried they were about him.

“It definitely triggered something in all of us, but time and you being okay is all that’s gonna make it better.”

“I just wish I hadn’t worried them.”

I cling to him tighter, hoping my hold might soothe him.

“I think any worrying is outweighed by how happy they are to have you well and back in my arms.”

“You’re right.”

He rolls toward me, rests his hand against my chest. “The whole experience made me reflect on what’s important, you know?” With his free hand, he runs his thumb along my jaw. “That we have to take advantage of every moment.”

“Reminds me of something I was chatting with my mom about. Something Grant had told her about how that’s all we can do.”

“They’d want us to be happy,” he says, bringing to mind our conversation about Kacey at the skating rink. “And I’m happiest when I’m with you.”

He leans close and kisses me—a gentle kiss I eagerly embrace.

As he pulls away, we gaze into each other’s eyes before he says, “Okay, now just hold me close and keep appreciating your boyfriend.”

“Can do,” I say as he repositions with his ass tight against me. I rest my cheek against his face, kissing, then say, “The only thing you should be more concerned about is if this Sigma Alpha/Alpha Theta Mu truce is gonna work.”

“Um…you mean the Alpha Theta Mu/Sigma Alpha truce? Don’t forget whose house you’re in.”

“You said while wearing a Sigma Alpha hoodie.”

“And it feels so good.”

“Here I thought you were all wounded and vulnerable, and you’re still the same old Lance.”

“And you’re the same old Ty. Unless you’re gonna suddenly insist on bottoming.” He glances over his shoulder, smirking.

“Not feeling any bottoming urges. But I wouldn’t mind…” I caress down to those beautiful globes, copping a feel, enjoying the way my hand glides across his smooth flesh. “Mmmm,” I drag out. “It’ll be even nicer to get in there now that I know my man loves me.”

His smile expands into a grin.

“If it makes you that happy,” I tell him, “gonna be hard not to give it to you.”

“It needs to be hard for you to give it to me.”

I push up against his ass. “Clearly, that won’t be an issue. ”

He reaches around, grabbing my cock and stroking.

I growl. “You’re not helping any.”

“How so?” He slows his pace, toying with me.

“Stop doing that. You’re still recovering.”

“Maybe I just need a thick dick in me to make me feel better.”

“Please, you’ve been in the hospital all night.”

“And I slept through most of it. Also, there’s a reason I spent a few extra minutes in the shower.”

“Fuck, now I’m really hard. I’ll get the lube.”

I start to roll toward the nightstand, but he keeps his grip firmly on my cock. “Or we could not.”

“Oh, you don’t want to do anything, then? Of course. Sorry, just my horny brain and all that teasing my cock.”

He wears a mischievous expression. “That’s not what I said.”

“For some reason, you sound even sexier with this husky voice.”

He laughs before releasing my cock and tucking his ass close so my cock runs vertically along it.

“What are we doing?”

“You can spit, can’t you?”

I glare at him. “That’s not something that happens in real life. That’s porn shit.”

“Ash says he and Colin do it all the time.”

“Maybe Ash and Colin are liars. Or maybe Colin’s just dicked him down enough that that hole opens right up for him.”

“We could give it a try and see for ourselves. I should get what I want since I’ve been in the hospital.”

A jolt of excitement pulses through me.

Is this some kind of sick joke ?

But it sounds hot as sin, and now he’s got me curious.

“Okay, we can try, but only because you’re clearly wounded and horny, so you get whatever the hell you want.”

He shrugs. “Truth.”

“One-word Lance is back.”

I wet my forefinger and middle finger before reaching down and pressing them against his tight hole. There’s no way we can do this. Maybe after I fucked him and he already had some lube in him. But knowing he wants it encourages me to give it a try.

“I guess I have kind of opened you up by dicking you down the past few months,” I tease, massaging my way farther inside him.

He rolls his head back. “Fuck, that’s what I need, Ty. Just get all that stress out of me.” He pushes his ass back, forcing me farther in.

As I open him up, seeing how he’s eased up gives me confidence that maybe I could pull this off, so with my fingers still in him, I spit in my free palm, wetting my dick a few times.

I steadily pull my fingers out, switching off with the head of my dick and going slow, feeling as the head slips inside him.

He moans, but I don’t go in far.

“That hurt?” I ask.

“No.”

I’m cautious as I feed him some more of my cock, moving much slower than normal, waiting for any sign that he’s in pain, any sound or movement, so I can pull back, until he says, “Stay right there. Don’t move.”