7. Rusty – Then
seven
Rusty – Then
O ur first semester was done. I could finally breathe. I’d gotten through my course load, and I was sure I’d passed everything. Hopefully I got the grades I worked for too.
I crossed the threshold of the lecture hall where our exam had been held and then stopped in my tracks. Before me was a winter wonderland. Two hours had passed, and the landscape was completely different from how it’d been when I’d entered. The winter sun had set. It was dark and cold. Snow was falling. A thick layer of white coated everything. It was quiet too. A hush had fallen, blanketing the campus in silence.
People shoved past me, but I didn’t care. I’d never seen much snow before—I was a Tucson boy, and while it sometimes snowed there, it was never as beautiful. Maybe it was just my good mood making it prettier, but snow at home always reminded me of dirty slush. This was so different. It was incredible. I was enthralled by the fluffy snowflakes drifting slowly to the ground. I tilted my face up, and one landed on my cheek, whisper soft and cold on my skin.
I laughed in delight, unable to focus on just one thing. My gaze bounced from the grey sky filled with slowly falling flakes to the white-covered grassy sections of the quad and then the tree branches that already looked like a picture on a postcard.
The whole scene before me was painted in white. It was magical. It was like a Christmas movie, decorations included.
I descended the steps of the old stone building and wandered along the path. I held my gloved hands out to try and catch the flakes. I couldn’t get enough of how pretty the campus looked.
People swerved around me, hurrying to get out of the weather, their heads down and arms wrapped around themselves to keep out the biting cold. They were headed to the cafeteria, dorms, and frat row, the line of stately old manors that housed the frat and sorority houses.
I lingered, wishing that Travis and Jacques were with me. I wanted to stay out all night, basking in the purity of the moment. I was filled with a childlike wonder, and I never wanted it or the breathtaking beauty of this very moment to end.
Not even the deadline I’d set that required me to put myself out there and confess my feelings to Travis and Jacques—dimmed the magical moment.
Could I do it? Could I push past the shyness that so often stole my words with other people and be open with them? I wasn’t a complete loner, but peopling was hard work. I got exhausted easily when I was in crowded places. But it was different with Jacques and Travis. It had taken me a few months to get comfortable with them, but they’d shown me so much patience.
Travis was always a ball of energy. He bounced around, always happy, the life of the party. He was like a Labrador puppy who just didn’t stop. But when it was just the three of us, he was more chill. It was as if he dropped the act and just let himself be.
Jacques was just as active but in a different way. He was an athlete to his very soul. His training regime was brutal, but he never complained. I’d never met anyone as dedicated to any sport as Jacques was to hockey. He lived it seven days a week, eating, studying, and sleeping between training and games.
He’d outplayed a few of the sophomores and seniors on the team and gained their respect. I’d heard the rumors about how he was NHL bound, scouts already eyeing him. A lot could happen during college, but being the star starting freshman on the college hockey team meant that his college career was off to a great start. He wasn’t a dick about his popularity, though. He had a level head and was kind and thoughtful. He was also smart as hell and so aware—he saw things that most people ignored. He’d known Travis’s childhood had been rough before he’d even seen the faded scars on Travis’s back.
I spent more time with Jacques and Travis than any of the other brothers in the frat, and our friendship had grown stronger by the day. It didn’t matter whether we were streaming a movie, studying, watching a hockey game, or laughing over late-night snacks of pretzels and chips—I loved spending time with them. The parties were harder, but that was because of my aversion to people in general, not because of Travis and Jacques.
Lately, I found myself looking for them, wanting to catch glimpses of my guys around campus. Most days I couldn’t wait to get back to the house just so I could see them. It was a bonus if I had some coding to show them. They always watched with fascination when I showed them my doodles. Their praise made me feel ten feet tall.
I wasn’t sure when it dawned on me that my feelings were becoming more than friendship. But when it did, it was an “aha” moment. I was falling in love with them. It was hard not to when Travis and Jacques were such amazing guys. They were there for me no matter what. On days when I was overwhelmed and needed to recharge my social battery, they silently—and not so silently when brothers complained that I had the personality of a dead fish—gave me space. But they never went far. They stayed close just to make sure I was okay. They made sure I ate when I couldn’t tear myself away from my computer, and they surprised me with my favorite movies and snacks for my birthday.
But it wasn’t all quiet times together either. When the guys thought I’d been alone long enough, they’d take me out. But they always stuck by me, and the last few times I’d been to parties with them, we’d had fun.
It was those emotions that stirred the attraction in me, and I couldn’t deny it anymore. When I closed my eyes, I imagined touching them. I was desperate to feel the press of their lips against mine and their hard bodies under me. I wanted to make them come, and I wanted to be buried inside one of them when I came.
I’d never had that before. I’d never once been attracted to anyone. I got hard like other guys, but it was a bodily function, not over someone. I didn’t jack off—it just wasn’t something I needed—and the idea of touching someone else that way was completely foreign. Until now.
I’d played it off as friendship at first, ignoring the way my body was reacting to them. But I was beyond that point now. Way beyond. At first I’d looked in horror at the wet patches on my sheets and in my shorts when I’d woken up gasping from a wet dream. Now I relished the dreams, and I wanted to try so much of it.
But that caused another problem. I hadn’t been nervous around them for months, but it was getting worse again. Whenever I looked at them, my dreams popped into my mind’s eye, and the memories…. Well, instant boner.
Jacques and Travis had been hooking up for months. They weren’t exclusive—both still slept with girls, and they sometimes even shared them—but no one knew the truth about their relationship except me. They kept their hookups to our room. They only screwed around when they thought I was asleep. Most of the time I was, but they often woke me up when they’d stumble in, already stripping off their clothes.
It was stupid, and kind of stalkerish, but the nights when they came home and crashed through the door were my favorites. It was almost as if they were coming home to me even though I was in the bed next to Jacques’s. They’d strip their clothes off, throwing them haphazardly all over the floor in their rush to get close to each other, and then they’d suck and fuck until they were muffling their cries into Jacques’s pillow.
My body was always wound so tight when I heard them, and I’d perfected the art of squeezing the fuck out of my cock until it deflated. It only delayed the inevitable, though—I would have to jack off in the shower the next morning, unable to put it off any longer.
Now not even my own hand was enough.
And I was about to go back to our room and tell them what I wanted.
Them.
It was last night that had done me in. They’d both finished exams the day before me and had gone out to party.
The door crashed open, and I sucked in a breath as I opened my eyes. Jacques and Travis fell through the door. It was as if they’d been leaning against it before Jacques opened it. I watched as they stumbled, catching themselves before they hit the ground. The door bounced off the wall, stopping only when it slammed shut.
“Shh,” Travis whisper-shouted, laughing at the same time.
I shook my head and smirked. They would realize I was awake in a minute, but I kind of didn’t want them to. They didn’t get many chances to hook up, and Jacques was going home to visit the ’rents for a few days during the break, so their time was going to be in even shorter supply.
Jacques slid his hands up Travis’s chest and stripped him out of his jacket, then his sweater and T-shirt in one move. Travis went straight to his knees and undid Jacques’s boots before going for his jeans. Jacques’s ass hung out from beneath the bottom edge of his coat, and Travis ran his hands up the back of Jacques’s thick thighs to grab his cheeks. He kneaded them, and a moment later, Jacques rasped, “Yeah, fuck, deep like that.”
Far too soon, Jacques tugged Travis to his feet. They kissed, slow and sensual, teasing each other like they had all the time in the world. Soon Jacques’s clothes were on the floor, and Travis had his jeans undone, his underwear tucked under his sac. Watching them reveal each piece of pale skin was enthralling. They were wrapped in each other within their own little bubble where nothing but the two of them existed.
I knew I was betraying their trust, watching something I shouldn’t have been, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away. My dick was like an iron spike in my flannel sleep pants, and it took every ounce of control in me not to reach down and jack myself off to them.
Travis spun Jacques around, and I got a full-frontal view of Jacques in all his glory. His cock was beautiful—long and thick and cut too. My mouth watered at the sight. I wanted that monster in my mouth.
Then Travis pushed him face first onto his bed. He crawled between his spread legs, dropping kisses as he went. Jacques spread his cheeks, tilting his hips up in a blatant invitation, and Travis didn’t hesitate. He feasted on Jacques, licking, biting, and sucking until Jacques was fucking the sheets and whimpering.
“Please,” Jacques begged. “Fuck me.”
“Condom,” Travis grunted and reached for his wallet in his jeans. He kicked off his boots, and they thudded to the floor. Travis shimmied out of his clothes, his movements short and sharp as if he couldn’t get them off fast enough. His chest heaved and his hands shook as he rolled the condom on and squeezed lube down Jacques’s crack.
“Want to feel all of you tonight,” he murmured, trailing his lips up Jacques’s back, while he rubbed his cock along the path of the lube. Jacques stretched his arms forward, his back bowed and every muscle rigid. The picture they made was gorgeous. Travis hovered just above Jacques, his cock pointed down toward his ass. Jacques quivered in anticipation, and Travis chuckled.
“Travis. Fuck,” he groaned.
Travis eased into him, his hips moving slowly until he bottomed out. Jacques bit down on his pillow, his shout muffled. Travis pressed every inch of their bodies together, and he worked Jacques over, slow and deep. Their kisses were messy, more tongue than lips, but the way they moved together was beautiful. Perfection. Jacques met every thrust with a tilt of his hips, and Travis didn’t stop touching him.
“Oh fuck, like that,” Jacques ordered breathily.
Travis slid his free hand down and wrapped it around Jacques’s cock.
“You want me to wake up Rusty? Get him to dick you down, too, gorgeous? Or do you want to fuck him?”
I sucked in a harsh breath and took in a lungful of sex. Happiness surged through me, and my heart fluttered in my chest. The knowledge that what I felt was reciprocated, at least in some small way, was incredible.
My body bowed and my balls drew up tight. Then, completely untouched, I unleashed. Ropes of my cum painted the inside of my pajama pants, my cock throbbing in time with Jacques’s cries and Travis’s jerky thrusts. Their breathing was harsh, so they didn’t notice mine was the same. I waited until Travis dropped the used condom in the wastepaper basket at the head of Jacques’s bed, pulled the covers over them, and their breathing evened out before I kicked out of my wet pants, using the dry bits to clean myself up
Tonight. I was telling them tonight. They’d fantasized about me exactly like I’d done with them. The knowledge emboldened me but also made me feel safe too. I knew they wouldn’t abuse my feelings. It was the push I needed to admit to them what I’d been dreaming about.
I looked around and smiled again at the falling snow. It really was perfect. Hopefully tonight ended up being half as incredible.
Two familiar forms walked toward me, and I stopped in my tracks for the second time in as many minutes. What were they doing here?
“Freedom feels good, doesn’t it?” Travis asked me, breaking the silence as he threw his arm around my shoulders. There were too many layers of clothes between us to feel his warmth, but his strength wasn’t so easily hidden. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his arms the size of my thighs and his legs like tree trunks. He was thick in all the right places, and Jacques wasn’t much smaller. It was a good thing my coat was covering the evidence of just how gorgeous I found them both.
“It really does,” I murmured, my voice breathy. “What are you guys doing here?”
“It’s Wednesday. I don’t play until Friday, and you have no more studying to do. We’re celebrating,” Jacques answered with a grin that stole my breath.
Travis tried to tug me along, but my feet were planted in the ground. It was now or never. I needed to get it out, to tell them. I opened my mouth, but no words followed.
Travis interrupted me before I could say anything. “We can have a few drinks at a bar, dance, and maybe find you a girl to make out with.”
“What about the two of you?” I asked. I wanted to slap myself upside the head as soon as the words were out of my mouth.
“I might hook up, I might not.” He shrugged, and I watched as his gaze met Jacques’s and something passed between them.
I sucked in a breath and said in a rush so fast that my words melded into one, “What-if-I-want-to-make-out-with-both-of-you?”
Travis stilled, and Jacques snapped his face toward mine. They were both taller and broader than me. Usually that gave me comfort, but tonight it gave me a thrill.
“Sorry, what?” Jacques asked, his brow furrowed.
He flicked his gaze to Travis, and I realized how rigid he was. Gone was the relaxed, fun-loving puppy, and in its place was a wary man who was waiting on tenterhooks for my response.
“I….” I bit my lip, panic rushing through me.
I’d said the wrong thing. I knew it. But I couldn’t give up. I needed to show them. I acted on instinct and reached up to turn Travis’s face to mine. I brushed my lips over his, lingering before I slowly pulled away. I blinked my eyes open, not even realizing I’d closed them, and Travis shifted his hold on me, running his hand down my back and wrapping his arm around my waist. He pulled me tighter against him, and his nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath.
“Both of you,” I whispered again before I turned to Jacques and shrugged. “I—”
“Your room,” Travis ordered, and Jacques snapped his mouth shut and spun on his heels, speed walking in the direction they’d come from.
Travis dragged me along with him, never once letting me go. I hadn’t had any idea how much of a turn-on it could be to be manhandled like that.