Page 19 of Love is Strange
Just as the bimbo that he’s got his tongue inside of screams with excitement, I see him look up and notice me. I meant to stay hidden. I didn’t want him to accuse me of being a voyeur. But the sight of him is intoxicating and it gets old and tiresome always having to hold in my feelings. No one else is around right now, so I am able to watch him freely. I feel bad though, him catching me watching. I don’t want him to be angry with me. But when he looks me straight in the eye and sucks her pussy juice off of his fingers with a gleam in his eye, I get furious. And so fucking turned on. Mother fucker. You want to play? Let’s play.
I watch as he sinks himself into her from behind while he watches one of the other bimbo’s lick Van’s cock from base to tip. He’s not turned on because of her. For that I’m certain. Watching him, the way he’s looking at Van I can see his blood pumping from here. I can tell how big and hard his cock is, even when it’s jammed all the way inside of the girl's pussy. The sight of him makes me hard.
I reach into my pants thinking that I am just going to rearrange myself, but as soon as I feel my cock, there is no way that I’ll be able to keep my hands off of it while I’m looking at him. I take it out of my pants and start jerking off to the sight of him. Imagining that I’m the one in front of him and not that sorority chick. Imagining that it’s my ass that he’s pounding into. Imagining that we’re the two who are going to come together.
Van snaps me out of it when he comes with a loud grunt, but I’ve still had my gaze locked on Griffin this whole time. As soon as Van comes, I see disappointment spread over my brother’s face. He looks back up at me and the shit eating grin on my face. I know what he wanted with Van. He missed out on that chance, but he won’t be coming alone tonight. We lock eyes as he continues to pound into that walking case of VD, while I’m still rubbing my cock up and down and up and down. This only continues for a moment longer before we both come, eyes locked on one other, so many feelings passing between us. Now I’m the one with the shit eating grin on my face. I tuck myself back in and walk to the bathroom to wash my hands.
I am lounging on my bed a few moments later when storms in, red with rage. He doesn’t say one word to me and I keep quiet too. He grabs his gym bag and leaves. I’m not happy that he’s upset. But I am satisfied that he was affected. This bullshit has gone on long enough. If he isn’t going to admit it to himself, I don’t mind being the one to show him who he really is.
Chapter Four
Graham
It’s beenthree days since that night and Griffin still won't talk to me. He’s up before I am and doesn’t come to bed until late every night. We have three classes together and he won’t even make eye contact with me. This shit ends today.
I’m down in the kitchen grabbing a snack when I see him come home. He goes straight up to our room and I use the opportunity to follow him. The door is slightly ajar when I get to the room and I open it as quietly as possible. I don’t see him on his bed or at his desk. The room isn’t huge, but it’s big by frat house standards. It’s shaped like an “L”, so the only other place he could be is around the corner where my bed is. I peek around the corner to check and see if he’s over there for some reason, but I don’t see him there either. That’s odd. I turn around to leave and check the bathroom and there he is. Standing in front of the now closed door to our room with a look of pure fury on his face.
“What’s up, Griff?” I ask, not sure whether or not he’s going to yell or lunge at me.
“What the fuck was that the other night?” He asks, anger very apparent in his voice.
“What do you mean?” I ask him though I know exactly what he means.
“Stop playing games with me. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Oh, you mean when you couldn’t get off by fucking a pussy without thinking about having a dick in your mouth?”
“Take that back!”
“I would if it weren’t true.”
“IT'S NOT TRUE!” With that he lunges at me and we both go flying onto his bed behind me.
“It is, and you know it! And it’s time you stopped trying to deny what you really are.” I shout back at him.
I use all of my strength to push him off of me. He lands next to me on his stomach and I move quickly so I am laying on top of him, his back to my front. I take his hands, pin them in between us and hold them tightly in my left hand. I lean over, holding myself up with my right hand, and whisper in his ear.
“You’re gay. Say it,” I demand.
“No,” he argues through gritted teeth.
“You like the idea of choking on cock while a guy comes down that sexy fucking throat of yours. Say it!” I order.
“Fuck you!” he responds.
“You have no idea how bad I want to bend you over the side of this bed and give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything you’ve ever needed. It’s going to happen one day, brother. One day very soon.” I promise quietly before licking up the side of his ear and nibbling on his lobe. I reach down under Griffin and grab hold of his dick.
“Hard as a fucking rock. Just like I said it would be. Is denying what you are really worth all this effort? I want you to be yourself. I want you to be happy. I want to be the one you’re happy with.”
“I hate you,” he whimpers, beyond frustrated that I’m right.
“You can hate me all you want… just stop hating yourself.”
The guys must have heard yelling and wrestling from downstairs because before we know it Van and Taylor rush into our room trying to break up the fight.
“Dude, knock it off! What the hell happened? I’ve never seen you guys fight with one another before,” Van says.
“We’re good here,” I say as I get off of my brother and go back downstairs.
