7. Seven
Seven
Seth
The curve of Tyler’s ass as he bends over the pool table is downright fuckable. The student lounge probably isn’t the place to pop wood, but if he keeps sticking his butt out there like that, is it really my fault?
“Your turn, Miller,” Bennett says. At least with half the team here, I can’t focus on just Ty.
I step up to the table, looking at the placement of balls for half a second before I line up my shot. The cue ball hits the wall and bounces back to the middle of the table without hitting any of the other balls. What can I say? My head isn’t in the game right now.
“Hey Ty,” a new guy calls from near the door. I don’t recognize him, but from the way Avery pulls him in for a quick hug, it’s clear they know each other. I find myself looking the guy over. He’s probably about my height, but a little skinnier. Short brown hair and maybe he looks a little familiar, but I can’t place it.
It doesn’t seem to matter though, because after he leans in and whispers something in Avery’s ear, he turns and heads to another part of the room. I know I have no right to be jealous. There’s probably not even a reason to be. Avery is straight, I remind myself for the thousandth time.
Bennett and Koch, on the other hand, are very much in the honeymoon stage of their relationship. Koch is stroking his cue stick and giving Bennett come ‘fuck me eyes’ when he thinks Avery and I aren’t looking. Bennett sinks the eight ball in the end, and unsurprisingly he isn’t interested in hanging around for another game. He clearly has plans, and I can’t blame him. It seems like every time I turn around, another teammate is in a relationship, and I’m still here, mooning over Avery.
I grab up my things and turn to say a quick goodbye to Tyler, only to catch him looking me over. Neither of us say anything, and I almost think I imagined it. “I’ll uh, see you tomorrow?” he asks. “For tutoring.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “Did you still want to meet in the library?”
Ty hesitates, looking around the lounge. “Yeah, that works, I guess. Unless you want to come to my room?”
I don’t have a good reason not to. Our rivalry has always been more of a personal feud. It’s nothing to do with our frats, but the thought of going there to study alone with Ty in his room … maybe it’s not a smart idea. “Sure,” the word blurts out of my mouth. “I’ll see you there around two.”
Apparently, I enjoy torturing myself.
A few guys glance at me as I walk toward the Omega house. I’m running a few minutes late, but without Avery’s number I couldn’t text him ahead of time. Then I see him on the porch. Ty is leaning against the pillar, looking at his phone. “Waiting for me?” I ask, my lips curling up into a familiar smirk.
“You’re late,” he answers. “Come on.” Avery turns around, not waiting for my answer, before he heads inside the frat house. I follow him deeper in than I’ve been before until he leads me to a bedroom similar to my own. There are textbooks and notes spread out on Ty’s bed. His desk is cluttered with everything but study materials.
“Are we sitting on your bed?” I ask. I thought being in his bedroom alone was gonna be bad enough, but if we have to sit on his bed together, this will really be a test of my patience.
“Oh, um.” Ty glances over at his desk. “I guess I didn’t think about that. Is that a problem?”
I’m blaming it on the conflicted look on Ty’s face. “Nope, it’s fine.” That has to be the reason I agree without a second thought. I don’t want to disappoint him. It’s not because it gives me an excuse to sit on Ty’s bed next to him. I’m here to help him with his science class. I repeat those words to myself as I open Ty’s textbook to the part where we left off last time.
He sits next to me, his leg pressed against mine and his notebook in his lap. This close, I can hear Ty breathe. I fight the urge to do something highly inappropriate, like put my hand on his thigh and offer to help him out with a different problem.
With the textbook on my lap, at least it hides the way my dick has chubbed up in my pants. Focus.
I look at the textbook and try to remember what we’re going over before looking over at Ty’s notes. The nice thing is I know the subject well enough to explain it without too much thinking. Which is probably a good thing because this close to Ty, smelling his cologne, has all the blood rushing to the wrong head.
“Are you okay?” he asks, interrupting me as I explain the different parts of a cell. I turn to look at Ty, raising an eyebrow. “You just explained the same part three times.”
I look down again at my finger, which sure enough hasn’t moved in around a minute. “Sorry, just a bit distracted,” I admit.
“Wanna take a break? I can get us some drinks or something,” he offers.
“Sure.”
Ty closes his notebook, setting it down on the bed beside him, and I do the same with the textbook. “Come on,” he tells me when he notices I’m not moving from his bed.
Walking through the frat house with Ty is an odd change of pace. It’s mostly laid out the same as my frat, but the guys here take no notice of me as we make our way to the kitchen. If the tables were turned and we were in Kappa, I’d be getting shit from my frat brothers who’d probably assume Ty was my latest hookup.
“What can I get you?” Ty asks, holding the fridge open for me to look over his shoulder.
My eyes glaze over, barely taking in my options before I blurt out the first thing that sounds decent. “Soda’s good.”
Ty hands me a Dr. Pepper, grabbing a water bottle for himself. He twists off the cap, lifting the bottle to take a long drink, and I get further distracted by his throat. More precisely, the way his Adam’s apple bobs while he guzzles down the water. Mind out of gutter, Seth . Now isn’t the time to think of what else he could be swallowing down.
“Hey Ty,” a guy calls. Luckily, it pulls me out of my stupor. I turn to look and realize it’s the same guy that was at the lounge earlier. He looks at me too this time and holds out his hand for me to shake. “Isaac,” he says.
“Seth,” I introduce myself back.
“He’s on the soccer team with me,” Ty explains. I know theoretically that we are primarily teammates, but it still seems off that Ty would introduce me as that rather than a friend.
“Oh, cool.” He turns his attention to Ty. “We’re going to have a meeting in a bit to go over details, but you’re good with helping out to set up on Saturday?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll be at the meeting, but I need to get back to studying.” He tilts his head in the direction of me or his bedroom. I’m not sure which, considering we’re in the same general direction. Isaac nods, opening a cabinet and leaving us to turn around and return to the relative privacy of Ty’s room.
“What’s happening Saturday?” I ask. It’s probably none of my business, but now that it’s in my mind I want to know.
“Party,” Ty says with a shrug. “It’s low key, but you can come if you want. Anyway, it looks like we’re on a limited clock with that meeting. You think we can finish this up in the next twenty minutes or so?”
I pop open the can of soda, using it as an excuse to clear my head. “Sure,” the word escapes my lips, but I’m still wondering what made me agree to this in the first place. Tutoring Ty is turning into a new form of torture. Or maybe it’s a new form of edging, for as often as my dick is getting hard without a release.