Page 8 of Frat Around and Find Out (Peach State Fratbros #1)

Ty

D espite Lance’s and my efforts, we weren’t the first team captains to free ourselves, which led to our houses coming in second place, behind Beta Pi and Zeta Tau.

But losing tonight’s challenge isn’t the reason I’m so on edge right now. At least, not only because Lance and I could have given our guys extra time if we hadn’t been so obsessed with our dicks. More because I’m trying to figure out what the hell that was all about.

I couldn’t look at him through the rest of the challenge, too worried that just glancing at him might cause me to spring up around everyone. But now I’m hunting for him at Beta Pi’s afters.

“Shots, shots, shots,” Ryan chants as he collects Jell-O shots from a Beta Pi pledge, handing them off to me and the rest of our teammates.

I down mine before continuing to look for my rival. I better not find him in some corner, making out with Angie. Not when we have to discuss whatever the hell happened tonight.

It was one thing when I had morning wood and got off on him during that Omega Psi prank.

I thought it was just because of the friction, but what happened tonight clearly wasn’t because of morning wood.

For whatever reason, having Lance Fehn’s ass against my pelvis had me harder than I’ve been in a while.

And more importantly, it wasn’t just happening to me.

I find Lance with his friends, and as soon as he spots me, he slips away, into the kitchen.

You really think you’re getting away from me that easily?

I tail him like a stalker, and when I round the corner, I see him downing a shot from a tray on the counter. As I approach, he swallows it down.

“Um…” he says.

“We should talk.” By how pissed I sound, you’d think he’d decked me, not given me an erection.

He nods, glancing around uneasily.

I spin on my heel and start through the house, and though neither of us is wearing a big sign proclaiming what happened earlier, it sure does feel like it.

I guide him to the second floor and into one of the rooms the frat makes available when people want to mess around—well, at least if you’re in the know. And I’m always in the know.

As soon as Lance closes the door behind him, he searches the room like he’s trying to avoid eye contact. “Funny,” he says. “This is where people usually come to…”

Fuck, even knowing what typically happens in here, I didn’t connect that with this thing that’s happening between us. It makes this even weirder, doesn’t it?

We’re both silent for way too long, in that way that makes an already awkward situation that much more awkward.

“You wanted something?” he presses, which annoys me since he must know why I brought him here.

I glare at him. “You think I wanted to give you a guided tour of Beta Pi? Come on, Lance.”

He raises his hands. “Hey, I’m not assuming anything. ”

“There are at least two things we can safely assume.” I glance pointedly at his crotch.

“That really isn’t an assumption, though, is it? We know that happened.”

“Yeah, well…” Fuck him for being right. I get to the point. “So…you got hard?”

I don’t know why I posed it as a question. Maybe because I want to hear him confirm it really happened.

“Don’t put this on me,” he says defensively. “You were hard first!”

“That’s true, but that doesn’t change that we were both…”

“I was there,” he snaps. “I don’t need a recap.”

I’m glad he’s freaking out too, since it’s how I’m feeling right now. I run my hand through my hair. “You seem pretty chill about this, but I’ve never had anything like it happen before.”

“That’s not really true. You’re the one who kept calling it ‘messing around.’”

“As a funny bit. I wasn’t actually thinking that’s what it was. I’m not a perv.”

“I mean, it seems pretty pervy now.” His expression twists up, but he’s smirking.

Smirking at a time like this?

If he didn’t look so adorable, I’d be so pissed right now.

Adorable? What is he doing to me?

“Okay,” I say, trying to focus on the issue at hand. “I got hard for you twice…apparently. At least, that’s how it seems. Or…maybe it was simply because of the way we were rubbing against each other, and I’m overthinking it.”

Lance considers this. “True. Maybe it was something about that positioning. Our bodies were really close, and the cuffs thing was kind of sexy in and of itself, right? We could have been getting chubbies for that, not each other. Not that there’s anything wrong if we were.

My best friend is bi, so it’s not like it’s a big deal. ”

“No, it’s not a big deal at all. Just feels like something I would have discovered before now, you know?”

“Yeah, I do. Like, I’ve kissed a guy before, so—”

“Wait, what?”

That’s new info.

“Dude, we’re in frats. Stuff like that happens.

We go to parties and play spin the bottle.

We compete in TaskFrats where we rub against each other.

Sometimes pranks happen, like waking up and having you come all over me and—” He doesn’t finish his thought.

“Why did you make that face when I said that?”

“Huh?” I hadn’t even realized I was doing anything, but I must admit, there was something about him saying I came all over him that was…intriguing. In a way that surprises me as much as the rest. Well, maybe getting less surprising the more this stuff keeps redirecting to Lance.

“Your eyes got wider,” he explains. “You seemed…excited about it, not that I know what you’d look like when you got excited…

outside of how you get when you’re winning something…

or…” He shakes his head. “Whatever. This is so stupid. I told you, I’ve kissed a guy before, and it wasn’t all that.

So I know I’m not attracted to guys. I’m not saying you can’t be, and if you are attracted to me, I totally respect that. ”

So he’s experimented and felt nothing?

Maybe I’m wrong?

“Maybe you just weren’t attracted to that one guy, though,” I say.

“Possibly. But we could also be overthinking this. You sound as surprised as I was by it, so maybe… ”

“What?”

“You’ve had sex with so many girls…you could just be super horny. When was the last time you had sex?”

I consider this. “Start of the semester, I guess. The first party.”

“Not the weekend before last?”

I grit my teeth. “No, I didn’t get as lucky as you that night.”

“Well, maybe that’s what it is for both of us.”

“Both of us? You had sex that weekend.”

“Oh…well…” He wears an adorably sheepish expression.

“Wait, what?”

“So…that Angie thing…”

My gut twists up just hearing him say her name.

For a guy who’s considered himself straight, this sure doesn’t feel straight.

“Nothing ever happened between us,” he mumbles, tucking his head toward his chest. “I told her how you said I couldn’t hook up like you, and then she was helping me prove a point.”

Despite how I’ve been freaking out up until we came in here—thrown off, to say the least—now I suddenly feel relieved, and also cocky as hell. I fold my arms, giving him a look that makes him roll his eyes. “Oh really?”

“Hey, don’t use that against me. I was being nice telling you that—that because I didn’t mess with her and I’ve been too busy to jerk off, maybe that’s why I’m getting hard.”

“Because you haven’t gotten off in a while?

” I ask, pondering the new information. Maybe between school and work and my frat responsibilities, I wasn’t attending to my sexual needs either, and that’s what’s messing with my head.

“I hadn’t thought about that. Maybe it’s just that we haven’t gotten any action in a few weeks.

Which is wild, given all the action I got over the summer on my Miami vacation. ”

He scowls. “Okay, I didn’t come in here and share that so you can brag about all the sex you got on your summer manwhore trip.”

“I think I might go into details just to hang it over your head the way you were trying to hang getting with Angie over mine. Fair is fair.”

“Ty, since you love winning so much, you got this one. I didn’t hook up with her, and you were right when you said that’s not the kind of guy I am. Are you happy?”

Given how stressed I was when I practically dragged him in here to sort this out, I do feel better.

I shouldn’t enjoy being right about him as much as I do.

But it’s a pleasure that gives me a little twitch—another symptom of not having gotten off with a girl in a few weeks.

And not tending to my needs myself for a few days, I guess.

“So if we’re cool now,” Lance says, “I’ll head back to the party, and we’ll pretend that hard-on incident didn’t happen…and neither did that first incident.”

As soon as the words come out, it’s clear he’s second-guessing his initial reasoning.

“Yeah…” I say, echoing his skepticism.

“Hey, we don’t have to make sense of it all tonight. Why don’t we take a minute, think about what happened? If there’s something for either of us to figure out, it’ll happen another time, right?”

True. This isn’t something that we’ll resolve in a single conversation. And by how quickly and calmly he came up with that, I know why the guy’s the president of Alpha Theta Mu. Guy can think through a complicated situation. It’s a good call, something I respect him for .

“Go get lucky and see what happens,” he says.

“There’s nothing lucky about what I do, Lance.” Reclaiming my cocky attitude helps me leave behind the anxiety I came to the party with.

He chuckles. “Okay, not surprised with that rock in your pants,” he says, referring to what he believed my dick was at first when we were bound together by Omega Psi last spring. “Think I’m gonna start calling you Rocky.”

“I kind of like that nickname, Stud.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Whatever. We should probably get back to the party. We cool?”

“As cool as rival frat presidents can be.”

He approaches and starts to put his hand on my back, as if to lead me out of the room, but stops himself. “Maybe I shouldn’t push our luck. Let’s just get our horny asses downstairs and play some beer pong.”

“Sure, Stud,” I tease.

We share a laugh, and it’s nice being able to laugh with him again, especially after how in my head I’ve been since the challenge.

When we return to the party, I find I’m calmer, though I’m still trying to process it all.

I may give Lance hell about some stuff, but he’s not an idiot, and he could be right that this is all just from being so fucking horny. I could find a girl, and we could rush back to one of our places and get this out of the way.

But tonight, I really just want to hang with him because once again, I’m reminded that despite how much hell we give each other, we get each other on some level. And it’s comforting that, whatever the fuck is going on, Lance is open to talking about it.

After the party comes to an end, I head back to my room, still thinking about our conversation.

Maybe I do just need to get one out of my system, and then all that stuff will clear away and I’ll never get a boner for Lance again.

And then we can both move on, and tonight will be one of the most awkward conversations I’ve had in my life.

I strip down, grab some lube from my nightstand, and lie in bed.

I get situated and start thinking about Deidre.

She’s the last girl I hooked up with, and it was like fucking fire.

Sparks flew as we tossed around my bed. She was near weightless and just wanted to be pounded.

I ran out of steam toward the end but had to push myself to keep going, passionate about making sure she came. And fuck, when she came…

But just as I’m really getting going, the image of Lance springs to mind. The way his ass was pushed back against my pelvis, wiggling about.

I try to ignore the thought, but suddenly, when I’m trying to think about messing with Deidre, all I can see is Lance under me, his sexy body, that great view of him in his G-string.

I envision him taking my cock, his expression all twisted up.

Heat rushes to my face, and I find myself not resisting the fantasy.

If this is something I’m into, then I want to know.

And it’s not like I’ll ever have to tell Lance about this little innocent fantasy.

Besides, it’ll probably make me soft the longer I think about it.

So I really get in there, imagine him calling out my name, letting me toss him around on the bed—no, begging for it. It’s the kind of fucking we would share—wild, competitive, sweat-filled fucking. In my mind, he’s not holding anything back as I take him. Make him mine.

“Yes, you’re mine,” I mutter as I realize my cock is stiffer than I can remember it ever being while I’ve jerked off.

In my dirty fantasy, his mouth is hanging open as he calls out my damn name and—

I grunt as my hips thrust forward repeatedly, cum shooting out, shocking me as I feel the warmth against my goddamn chest.

I never fucking shoot that far.

What the hell?

It takes me a minute to recover as the cum keeps spilling out in a second burst that lands on my navel, and then I collapse, my mind spiraling back through the intense fuck I imagined sharing with Lance.

Oh, fucking hell.