Page 65 of Frat Around and Find Out

“Ty, really, this is a bit dramatic. I’m not planning on doing anything with Dax tonight.”

It shouldn’t feel so good to hear him say that, nor so painful to think of him changing his mind. “I’m sure, but the guy is apparently a king in the bedroom. He’s got moves.”

“He’s like you but with dudes?” he says, reflecting a sentiment I’ve brought up more than once.

“I just know I can’t compete with his experience.Yet. But give me some more time, and I’m sure I can give him a run for his money.”

“That’s surprisingly humble for you.”

“Just realistic. I know what I’m good at, and I know where I’m still learning, which is why I can be so confident when I am good at something.”

“That’s more like the Ty I’m used to.” The way he grins whenever I talk like this suggests he enjoys it when I am kinda full of myself.

“Anyway,” I say, “Back to what I wanted to talk to you about. We’re not exclusive, so you don’t owe me shit—”

“Except you want to put a reserve on my ass?”

I let out a nervous chuckle, quirking a brow. “Kinda?”

He laughs, though this time it’s clear he thinks this is a joke, which just pisses me off even more.

“I’m being serious, Lance. This ass is mine. Do you understand that?”

He quiets, gulping.

“Fuck, now I’ve made it weird. I mean, obviously, if you don’t want that, then that’s another conversation, and—”

He kisses me, effectively shutting me up.

That he’s even kissing me after my request assures me I haven’t crossed the line.

He places his hand on mine, making me grip his ass even tighter.

“This…ass…is yours. All for my Rocky,” he says between kisses, until I’ve got him pressed up against the wall, grinding my crotch against him.

I’m shocked by how much his words are like a promise, offering me much-needed relief. Maybe it’s wrong of me to ask so much of him, but part of me feels as though, since I was the one who stirred these feelings in him, it’s my right to claim it for myself.

“Half tempted to just take what’s rightfully mine,” I say.

“In here?”

“No, you haven’t said you’re ready yet. And even if you were, I wouldn’t want to fuck you in here for your first time. But don’t think I’m not wishing for it.”

I kiss him for a while longer, hating that I have to let him return to his friend and that I can’t have this ass right here and now.

When we wrap up, he returns to Ash, and I head on to work.

Lance promising me his ass brings relief, and I know he’ll be true to his word, and yet thoughts of this date night with Dax keep playing through my mind. Him putting the moves on Lance. Telling him how adorable he is. Even the thought of his hand caressing Lance’s skin or him leaning in for a kiss makes me pissed. I’m a traitor to my own fratbro.

And despite managing to hold it together with Lance—barely—it’s gonna be so much more difficult when I’m at work, wondering.

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Lance

“Come on, giveit to me,” Dax says.

He’s really got me worked up. “I’ll give it to you all right.”

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