Page 111 of Frat Around and Find Out

I’m consumed by my desire for him.

I speed up my movements, the rush rising quickly. “Lance, I’m about to—”

“Yes,” he whispers before my muscles lock up, my ass tight as I feel the release shooting right through me, coming up inside him.

Lance Fehn.

My boyfriend.

The man I’ve become so obsessed with.

The man I love.

But I know my work isn’t done yet.

I keep drilling his ass, stroking his cock at the same time. His body shakes and trembles, and I can tell he’s about to release before he moans. I glance over his shoulder, watching as he shoots across his abs, some settling by the hoodie zipper that’s draped across his torso.

I kiss the side of his face, feeling his hole tighten up, so I still inside him, breathing in sync with him.

As he comes down, he laughs before saying, “Impossible, huh?”

“Guess you proved me wrong,” I say, reveling in knowing he’s stuffed with me. “I should grab us a towel.”

He reaches back. “No. Stay like this. Just roll me over and cuddle me again.”

I follow his instruction, keeping deep in him as he relaxes against me.

“It’s always good,” I note.

“I think we need to do more of that.”

“I agree. Unless of course you want me to bottom for you, but I’m sure you wouldn’t want that because then I’d have to be a better bottom than you, and I wouldn’t want to make you feel embarrassed about being the second best top and bottomin the relationship.”

He twists his head back for another kiss, and as our lips part, I whisper, “This whole staying-with-you-guys thing is a really bad idea.”

“Huh?”

“I actually have to study and attend classes, but if I’m staying with you, I have no reason to do anything other than fuck the hell out of you every day and night.”

He smiles like he knows how right I am…that I won’t be able to keep my hands off my guy for long.

I kiss him again, relaxing until it feels like our usual kisses. The sort that make me feel safe and like all is right in the world. I take his hand, running my finger along the inside of his palm.

It’s been a wild journey to get to this point, where Lance Fehn went from being my seemingly straight frat nemesis to us sharing a bed and him being filled with me. We’ve both been through a lot of shit, and I know there will be more, especially as we navigate this shared-premises situation for our frats.

“Grant and Kacey were right,” I say. “Grant saying we can’t spend our lives worrying about whatever might happen, and Kacey saying we can’t let anything keep us from being happy. We have to cherish moments like these, that I’m lucky enough to lie in this bed with an amazing guy, knowing there’s nowhere in the goddamn world I’d rather be right now.”

Lance is quiet before adding, “I hate that we lost them. But it’s nice that we have our memories…and the things they shared with us. That we learned how important it is to grab hold of love when we find it.”

It’s true. As hellish as the experience was for both of us, at least I know I don’t take having Lance in my arms for granted. And I never will.

“I love you, Stud,” I whisper against his ear.

“I love you, Rocky.”

He turns back to me once again, and we share another kiss.

I surrender to this moment, lose myself entirely to the bliss of being here with him, knowing he’s mine and I’m his.

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