“Feel like I remember the last time,” I say. “Last fall.”
“How could you know that?” he asks.
“You were chill for a good two weeks,” Ash says. “We all knew.”
Marty scoffs. “I’m sorry I’m not the horny frat fuck-magnet like you guys were before you coupled off. And as I recall, Lance was just like me…or at least I thought so until he shared that he’s been fucking Ty Lancaster.”
“I mean, we fucked,” I say, “but technically, he fucked me.”
I knew how Marty meant it, but it seemed like a good opportunity to bring up this part of the experience that really intrigued me.
“Oh!” Ash says. “Lance likes to bottom?”
“I did not ask for these details,” Marty insists.
“Yeah, I reallyreallylike it,” I admit. “Like…” I raise my hands to my face and simulate an explosion radiating from my head.
“That’s not where you felt it most, though,” Ash teases. “Because that might be a medical issue.”
I laugh. “I’m almost mad at you for not telling me how good it feels.”
“I love getting fucked by my guy too,” Colin says. “But I also can tell when he just needs it.”
“Maybe I should leave you all to this,” Marty says.
“Chill out,” Colin says. “If we want, we can talk about your relationship with your hand once we catch up with Lance about how he’s just been awakened to what it feels like to get dicked down.”
Marty can’t fight back his laugh before he says, “You fucking bag of dicks. All of you. But sorry, I’m being an asshole right now. Lance, you did just share something really personal, so…” He rises to his feet, approaches, and rests his hand on my shoulder. “I’m here for you. It makes no difference to me, though I’m rapidly becoming the minority in our friend group.”
“In the group?” Colin asks. “Try the whole frat.”
“Yeah, I didn’t realize when I pledged Alpha Theta Mu that it would end with me becoming a raging bottom.”
“Oh, do guys who like bottoming rage all of a sudden?” I joke.
“You tell me. You gonna start raging if you don’t get Ty’s cock for a while?”
“Yeah, probably.” I say it as a joke, but…there’s some truth to it.
“Ew, gross,” Marty says. “I need this visual about as much as I need Ash’s sex face and Colin’s jiggling ass in my head.”
“You could see my sex face?” Ash asks. “Was it hot?”
“You know it’s hot,” Colin says. “You get plenty of feedback about that face.”
“Well, I do love a compliment.”
“I’m not answering that,” Marty says.
“Come on,” I press. “Tell Ash if his sex face is hot.”
“I’m not playing this game.”
“Are you insulting my man?” Colin says, pulling an overdramatically serious face and clutching his fist.
“You guys are just trying to make me keep thinking of it, and it’s not gonna work.” Marty covers his ears. “La, la, la, la. I can’t hear you.”
“Hey, why you all having a party without me?” Payton walks in, in a beanie and tracksuit jacket, and plops down in the love seat next to Marty.