Page 21 of Frat Around and Find Out

“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 anyaction 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?”

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