7. Mateo
CHAPTER 7
MATEO
I adjusted my loincloth one more time, checking the back to make sure the flap was covering enough. I swore it seemed larger when I tried it on a few weeks ago, not that I was naked underneath now – my new obsession with thongs had come in handy. It certainly kept everything in place in the front more than just the loincloth would’ve.
Zach wouldn’t come out of the bathroom until I left, or so he said, so I yelled goodbye and made my way downstairs to the party. I was fairly excited to see his costume, and proud that he had actually kept it a secret.
Halloween was basically an opportunity to wear as little clothing as possible and KΩK's first Halloween party in decades was no exception. Liam, our president, was dressed as a pharaoh; the twins were Batman and Robin; Evan, a cowboy; Malik, a naughty schoolgirl which was an interesting choice; most, if not all, in various states of shirtlessness. And the girls were no exception either – slutty nurse, slutty vampire, slutty bunny rabbit.
I grabbed a drink and approached Malik to ask him about his costume choice. He must’ve been on his third or fourth drink because he had no filter.
“I’m trying to get a guy’s attention, Mateo.”
I practically spit out my vodka-cran.
“Yeah, I’m gay, and I don’t care who knows. This guy let me blow him last week and has been ignoring me ever since. I figured maybe dressing like a girl would loosen him up again. It was a nice cock, let me tell you.”
It surprised me how well I digested that information. My lack of reaction was likely due to recent events with Zach. Someone being gay didn’t bother me, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about who Malik had sucked off. Maybe it was Zach?
I wasn’t quite sure how to feel if that were the case. Malik was certainly nice enough, but-
“And don’t tell me to be careful, I know what I’m doing.” He emphasized his last point by poking me in the chest before walking away.
“Got a new girlfriend?”
I smiled, recognizing the voice. This was the moment. I’d finally get to see Zach’s costume.
I turned to see…me?
“Is that my uniform?”
Zach smiled and nodded.
He was dressed, head to toe, in my soccer gear. Jersey, shorts, socks, cleats. He had even dyed his hair darker and somehow tamed his curls.
“Are you wearing blue contacts?”
“Yup.”
“I can’t believe how perfect you look.”
“It’s how you look every day.” I heard Zach say, though with the party noise I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear him or not.
My lips brushed his ear when I leaned in to whisper, "Are you wearing everything of mine?"
Zach seemed a little surprised, then asked, “You mean like your underwear? No, I did not take it that far.”
Thank God. He hadn’t seen my thongs then .
He smiled. “Should I have?”
“No!” I replied maybe a little too eagerly.
“Well, I am dressed as a jock so I’m wearing one if that makes you feel better.”
He pulled down the back of my shorts to show me his strap, and I don’t know why I found it so hot that he shared that secret with me. It also made me realize if I got hard right now, everyone would notice.
“Not sure why you care so much about what’s under my clothes. You’re the one that’s basically naked.”
“I’ve got a thong on under here.” I didn’t have time to shield myself from Zach’s spit take.
“I’m so sorry, Teo!”
“It’ll evaporate.” I shrugged it off, but Zach was mortified, and already dabbing my body with a napkin. He seemed to realize he was touching my stomach and stopped.
“It’s sweet of you to clean me up, but I’ll be okay. It’s only-”
“Water.”
“ Get him something else to drink. ”
“I think I’ll be fine, but you’re not. We need to get you a real drink. How is anyone supposed to take advantage of you if you're sober?”
I dragged him through the throng of bodies towards the kitchen.
“What gave you your costume idea anyway?”
“Other than seeing you in it every weekend for the last two months? I thought it would be fun to dress like you. See what it was like to be a jock. Make people smile.”
“Well, you made me smile.” I grabbed a cup and poured some alcohol and juice together. “Here.”
“You really want me to drink, huh?”
“ How else can he take advantage of you? ”
I watched Zach tense. Did he hear that as well?
“Did you just hear a strange voice, Zach? ”
He pushed my chest. “I think you need a drink if you’re hearing voices.” Zach laughed, but I knew he was playing it off. It was his fake laugh.
I let it go because Zach had touched me again. I was thankful to be standing by the kitchen island. My hard dick was hidden, pressed against one of the island’s drawers. I tried to will it down, hoping Zach wasn’t planning on going somewhere else any time soon, but I kept thinking of the voice.
“Damn, Zach,” Aiden said, making his way into the kitchen. “Nice look. You guys could be twins.”
“Like us,” his brother added, following close behind.
“Thanks.” Zach practically beamed with pride. “You two on the prowl tonight?
Aiden shrugged. Jayden answered, “Keeping our options open. We’ll see. Lots of tight bodies here tonight.”
“Isn’t that the point of Halloween?” I gave him a pat on the stomach. “Nice briefs, by the way. I feel like Batman and Robin had more clothing than that.”
“Can’t show off this”–Aiden flexed and his twelve abs became more obvious–“without a lack of material.”
They were being a little coy and after Zach’s confession the other night, I was starting to wonder if there were more non-straight guys in the frat than I thought. I really wanted to ask if they were looking at both sexes or one in particular. They spent so much time together, I couldn’t remember a time when I saw them on a date or with a hook-up.
But I wasn’t as close with them as I was with Zach, and it wasn’t really any of my business. I really hoped they would be comfortable coming out to me if they were bi or gay. If Malik’s costume was any indication, he certainly felt comfortable expressing himself.
Because of the accident that shut down the fraternities, we definitely weren’t as rough with the pledges of the past. My dad explained everything they had to do during rush week, and we were much nicer. No testicular injuries. Part of that was because of the higher scrutiny, but also, we certainly didn’t want anyone to die.
No, I was certain, nothing during rush week was homophobic. Homoerotic, yes. But nothing that would make anyone feel the need to stay in the closet. I planned on talking to Liam about this and maybe have the house send an official email to everyone, stating that we were an open and accepting house.
“You’re lost in thought. What are you thinking about?”
I glanced at Zach, noticing the twins had disappeared. “Random shit.” I shrugged. “Anyone catch your eye tonight?”
Zach gave me a look, almost like he was hurt, and I was afraid I said the wrong thing again. “Sorry. You don’t have to answer. I just thought-”
“It’s fine. I’m just not sure I’m ready to do…that kind of thing, you know. Here. With everybody.” Zach gestured to the room, spilling his drink.
“In that case, you can stick with me and we’ll just get good and drunk. How does that sound?” I leaned over the island and said, “You might just end up in some hunk’s bed again.”
I meant it as a joke, but based on his expression, I wasn’t sure he understood that I meant my bed.
“Sup, Decker?” Liam put his arm around my shoulders. “You should whip your cock out. Go all the way.” With his other hand, he practically fondled me through my loincloth.
Zach almost spit out his drink, but recovered quickly.
“You feelin’ any pussy here tonight, man?”
Okay, so we weren’t homophobic, but language like that was definitely off-putting and I could tell Zach was uncomfortable.
“Not yet, Liam. Just having a bro night.”
Liam nodded. “Totally get it. Sometimes bros are better, am I right?” He stumbled again, leaning into me, and this time, it was more than a fondle. He groped my ass.
“Hey, Mateo, I need your help in the bathroom. ”
I didn’t have time to react. Zach grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Liam and out of the house.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Away from that douchebag!” was the only answer I got. Zach was still chugging along, dragging me outside.
He must’ve finally realized how cold it was because he finally stopped.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t even think. You must be freezing.”
“I’ll be okay for a bit. He was just-”
“I don’t care what you’re about to say. He was groping you and I wasn’t going to let him. At best, it’s inappropriate. At worst…thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.”
I had never seen Zach so worked up. I didn’t know what to say, so I stood there. His hand was still wrapped tightly around mine. The noise of the party seemed to diminish.
My heartbeat jumped as Zach put his other hand on my waist. I shivered and broke whatever spell his touch had cast.
“Shit. We need to get you back inside. I’d hate it if you got sick because of me.”
“Let’s just go in the back door and sneak up to our room,” I suggested. “We can watch a movie or-”
“ Suck him off. ”
“-whatever.”
He hadn’t seemed to hear the voice that time, so when he answered, “Sure,” I relaxed, knowing he meant the movie.
I would’ve wondered if someone spiked my drink, but I had heard the voice before. It was probably just the sexual energy of the party.
I wanted to shower to warm up, but I didn’t want Zach to have to wait for me, and he was still bashful about showering together. Instead, I slipped the loincloth and thong off, and traded them for a pair of sweats and a threadbare t-shirt.
“You want me to wash your uniform?” Zach asked.
He was standing in nothing but a jockstrap, holding everything he had worn in a nicely folded pile in front of him.
When did his chest get so big?
“Earth to Mateo!”
“So-sorry, you don’t need to wash it. I’ll take it.” I walked over to grab my uniform and my eyes couldn’t help but stare at his dark nipples. They were much bigger than mine, and plump.
“ Suckable is what they are. ”
I turned, thankful to be out of the loincloth, to put my stuff away, as my dick came to life again. It wasn’t just the voice, or Zach’s confession that he was gay. Something else was different, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
“What are we watching?”
I put my uniform away and headed to the couch, purposefully ignoring a half-naked Zach.
“The Witcher?” I suggested, stealing a glance. He pulled his jockstrap off and slipped an oversized shirt over his head. I watched long enough to see it drop down to cover his butt. “What are you wearing?!”
“What?” Zach turned to me. “It’s a nightshirt.”
“It looks like a hospital johnny.”
“Shut the fuck up. It’s cold out and we’re going to cuddle on the couch. I’ll wear whatever the fuck I want.”
“So we’re cuddling?” I asked.
“It was your idea.”
I tried to remember if it was actually my idea, but I wasn’t going to say anything; Zach seemed much more relaxed. Between Liam groping me and whatever was going on with Zach, a night on the couch was needed. Maybe an entire weekend in our room ?
I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, held out my arm for Zach to nestle under, and started the show. “So you have a thing for Henry Cavill?”
Zach rolled his eyes, but answered, “I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed, but he’s not perfect.”
“Oh? So who’s perfect then?
Zach grew quiet, which meant there was someone special, and in that moment, I really wanted to know who had him so taken.
“Nevermind, Zach. You can tell me when you’re ready.”
That was apparently the right thing to say because Zach put his head on my chest and pulled my arm down on his, my hand resting on his stomach. It took a lot of self control not to tickle him.
I didn’t pay attention to the episode. Watching Zach’s reactions was entertainment enough.