Chapter 2
Marty
“I’ve fucking had it up to here with this guy,” I say to the group I’ve gathered in Lance’s room for the emergency meeting.
Lance is Alpha Theta Mu’s sitting president, my best friend, and the guy I’m hoping can find a solution for our Ryan problem. He sits at his desk while his boyfriend and Sigma Alpha’s president, Ty, stands at his side.
“Me?” Ryan says. “You should get penalized for how rude you were to my guests.”
“How was I rude? I took you in the hall to fuss, let them get dressed and leave, before dragging your ass down here to sort this out.”
I had just finished up at the party. Had a great time and was ready to head to bed.
If Ryan had so much as left the door hanger out so I would’ve known what was going on in my room, at least I wouldn’t have barged in unannounced.
Although, now that I know what he was doing on my bed, I’m glad I did.
These past few weeks Ryan’s proven he has no interest in following the house rules, and at this point I’m absolutely seething.
For the most part, since the Sigma Alpha fire, sharing space with them at Alpha Theta Mu has worked out. Everyone except Ryan has been easy enough to get along with, but if he can’t get his act together, he has no right to stay under our roof.
Keegan searches around uncomfortably. He’s Ryan’s Sigma Alpha buddy and only joined this emergency meeting because we ran into him as I was urging Ryan toward Lance’s room.
“Maybe you should have gotten dressed with your friends,” Keegan says as he passes Ryan a pillow from Lance’s bed.
Since I was busy fussing at Ryan about his transgression before hauling his ass across the house, he didn’t really have time to get dressed, so he just stands there, in the buff, though like when he’s hanging around my room, he’s not self-conscious about it.
If I were a football player stacked with muscle like Ryan, I probably wouldn’t be either.
As Ryan obstructs the view of his dick with the pillow, Lance cringes. “Wait, he’s gonna get his cum on my pillow.”
“Now you know how I feel since this guy soaked my duvet with his jizz,” I snap.
“We could’ve swapped our covers out for the rest of the night, dude,” Ryan says.
“Yeah, because I’m sure the one on your air mattress is so sanitary and semen-free?”
“My semen’s always free,” he quips.
“Oh, you’re real funny tonight, aren’t ya? Doesn’t even matter. I have a spare duvet—as you know from the last time this happened.” I’m so pissed, I can feel the heat radiating from my face, down my neck.
Ryan’s got this twinkle in his eyes, clearly enjoying goading me. “It’s so cute how jealous you are that I was fucking around with two beautiful women while you were thinking about the next wank you were gonna get in.”
It’s like he stuck a hot poker in my chest. I step up to him, which is comical since the guy’s, like, four inches taller than me, and even if he wasn’t, with a body like his, he could effortlessly squash me like a bug. “Not everyone aspires to be the biggest manwhore in the house.”
“But if there was a competition, I’d probably win. Well, maybe aside from Dax.”
Dax is a Sigma Alpha who has plenty of fun but is at least cool and considerate of our rules.
“Yeah, definitely not hitting it as much as Dax,” Keegan assures him.
I’m not surprised to see one of his own making light of all this, but I’m not backing down either. “Lance…” I press.
“Okay, okay,” Lance says, obviously still struggling against the number of drinks he’s had, while simultaneously trying to fulfill his obligations as Alpha Theta Mu’s prez. “Why don’t you two calm the hell down so we can get to bed. I’m tipsy and wanna pass out.”
Ty adds, “And the longer you guys keep fighting, the more you’re keeping me from cuddling up with my man, so let’s wrap this up.” He’s only talking about cuddling, but his tone sounds like he’s threatening us…because I do know Lance’s man loves his cuddle time with my fratbro.
Lance groans. I’m sure he hates being put in the middle since the offender is his boyfriend Ty’s best buddy.
But being the best friend to our president’s boyfriend and a player on the Peach State football team doesn’t entitle Ryan to continue violating the rules Alpha Theta Mu set forth when the Sigma Alphas came to stay with us.
“Okay,” Lance says. “To confirm, Ryan, you had girls over in Marty’s bed?”
Ryan huffs. “Of course I did. I didn’t want to be rude and have a threesome on a fucking air mattress.”
“He has a very good point there,” Keegan says, and upon earning glares, raises his hands in a defensive stance. “Just saying.”
“Come on,” Ryan pleads. “It’s a dumb rule. What was I supposed to do?”
“To have sex in your own bed,” I insist. “And if you didn’t want to fuck on an air mattress, you could have hooked up with them at their sorority.”
“Would have killed the mood to have to walk all the way there.”
“See!” I exclaim. “This is the issue. You were only thinking about yourself and your raging hard-on.”
“What about their horny pussies?” Ryan asks. “Ty, come on. Back me up here.”
Ty grits his teeth. “Marty’s not wrong.” I’m surprised to see him calling out one of his own. If anything, that only shows how bad Ryan’s behavior has been. “You’ve been breaking rules, and we haven’t been here for even a month yet.”
“Breaking rules?” Ryan says. “You make it sound like I’m running around fucking shit up.”
“There was the time you fucked in Marty’s bed the week we moved in here,” Ty says. “Then you broke the coffee table from dancing on it—”
“I paid to replace that.”
“You were having a four-way in the weight room during operating hours.”
“Ash and Colin mess around in there too.”
I’m not gonna stand for him bringing my friends into this. “Ash and Colin were reprimanded when they were caught in there during off hours.”
Ty continues, “And then there was the time you ate all of Payton’s protein bars in, like, a day—”
“Okay, I ran out of mine, and those are hard to find,” Ryan interjects. “I also don’t need a blow by blow. I broke a few stupid rules. I’m not denying that.”
“Really? Because I have more if you need them,” I add.
Ryan glares at me. “Are you keeping tabs on every rule I break? Can’t stop thinking about me, huh?” He relaxes the pillow to his side as he steps toward me, that fat cock shifting about.
“Just annoyed by you,” I say.
“Well, you look really sexy when you get annoyed as fuck.”
A pulse of rage shoots through me. Fuck, this guy loves getting under my skin. I don’t even really know why that comment would bother me so much—probably because he’s the one saying it.
“Enough!” Lance says. “Ryan, you’ve admitted to breaking the rule, so there are consequences.”
“A few guys can’t make decisions about this,” Ryan objects. “You have to call a meeting with the whole house.”
“Wrong,” Ty says. “We already had a meeting about your behavior, and if you recall, we decided that the next infraction, we would put you on probation.”
Ryan chews on his bottom lip, his confidence clearly waning. “Eh…but I get, like, a final warning or something?”
“That was your final warning,” Lance says through his teeth, pressing his hand against his head like he’s already getting a hangover.
“What does probation even mean?” Ryan asks.
“It means any more slips with the rules,” I explain, “and your ass is out.”
“Where would I go?”
“Maybe you can find a sorority that would adopt you.”
He takes a moment, as though he’s seriously considering it, so I have to interrupt any fantasy he might be entertaining. “That would be against their rules, so that’s not happening either. I don’t know, get an apartment. Find a roomie or several. But you won’t be able to stay at Alpha Theta Mu.”
Ryan looks to Ty.
“Don’t look at me like I haven’t had your back.
” Ty’s obviously frustrated, and I feel for him since I know he’s gone out on a limb for Ryan.
“I have been here from day one, defending your ass, and I love you, but you keep pulling shit like this. And these guys don’t have to let us stay here.
This is a favor. I’m sorry, but your reckless behavior is messing this up, not only for you, but for the rest of us. ”
“So what does this mean?” Ryan asks.
“Probation lasts six weeks,” Lance explains. “During that time, no slipups or you know the consequence.”
“And after six weeks?”
“You’ll receive one warning before being back on probation, and as time goes on, you will earn back the right to have warnings.”
“Hopefully we won’t even be here by then,” Ryan says with a pout.
“Ry, don’t kid yourself,” Ty says. “Between insurance and getting contractors together, Sigma Alpha’s house won’t be up and running until next fall, after we’ve both graduated, and that’s if everything goes well.”
The room falls silent, and I notice Ryan’s never put the pillow back in front of his cock, so it’s just dangling there, that fat menace between his legs.
“Okay,” Lance says. “Now, please, everyone get back to their rooms. We can finalize this tomorrow, but I need to get some Tylenol and head to bed.”
“You heard my boyfriend,” Ty says. “Out!”
Like the protective partner he is, he ushers us out of Lance’s room, and I can feel the animosity from Keegan and Ryan.
Ryan’s miraculously quiet all the way back to our room.
“Will you at least help me with getting a new duvet cover on?” I ask. “I’ll need to wash the comforter too, but I can do that tomorrow.”
“Depends. Will I be violating any rules if I don’t?”
“Never mind. I’ll do it myself.” I retrieve the spare duvet from the closet while Ryan stands there, baring it all, his arms folded.
“I don’t get it,” he says, scratching at his blond locks that somehow manage to look messy, like a model’s on an Abercrombie billboard. “Everyone likes me but you.”
I set the spare on the window seat and pull my duvet off the bed. “Some people think the whole clowning-around bit is cute. I don’t.”
“Mr. Goody-goody.”
That’s a fact. I’ve always been the rule follower of Alpha Theta Mu. I know it annoys some of the guys, but I’m not ashamed that I care about the frat and want to ensure that everyone’s safe. And no one, not even Ryan, will make me feel bad about that.
“Yes, that’s me, Ryan. I’m the prick who keeps things in order around the house. I’m sorry it’s taken you this long to get that. And on top of finishing my BA and working part-time at the registrar’s office, I didn’t sign up to babysit your ass.”
“You’re a risk management major. You should consider me an internship.”
I don’t even acknowledge the remark, but he’s not wrong: Having Ryan in this house is certainly prepping me for the future.
As I’m pulling the comforter from the duvet, I feel something cool and slick on the back of my hand. “Oh God. It’s your cum. I’m gonna have to cut this hand off, aren’t I?”
Ryan laughs. “Don’t worry. From my experience, it’s not infectious.”
I roll my eyes and take the duvet off the comforter, and there’s some jizz on it too, but I’ll just have to live with it tonight.
Ryan sighs. “Maybe we figure something else out. Tomorrow, we can swap rooms with some other guys.”
“So you can torture another guy with your bullshit?”
“So I won’t be on probation with the biggest asshat in the house, is what I was thinking. If I stay in here with your prude ass, I’m definitely getting thrown out.”
“You can ask, but it’s not happening.”
“Why?”
“For the same reason I let you room with me to begin with. I want to keep an eye on you. I’m gonna watch you like a goddamn hawk, and if you so much as step up to the line of a rule, I’m getting your ass kicked out of here.”
By now, I’m trying to get the fresh duvet over my comforter, but it’s not easy by myself, and even less so when I’m so worked up.
“Give me that,” Ryan says, grabbing the other side and helping me. “All this because you’re mad I get laid more than you do,” he mumbles.
I can’t pretend I don’t envy how effortlessly Ryan gets together with girls while I fail at nearly every attempt.
“Do I need to leave you some time to jerk off from now on? Maybe need me to make sure you get milked once a day to keep you chill?”
There’s that sting in my chest that he so easily elicits. “You’re vile.”
“And you’re a grumpy prude.”
Grumpy prude? Are we ten? “Oh, you’re really hurting my feelings.”
“I’m so sorry. How about we kiss and make up?” He’s not holding back with the sarcasm, and when I turn to him, his lips are only a few inches from my face, puckered up.
I step away, stretching the duvet so I can adjust the comforter in it. We spread it across the bed, and as I zip up the duvet, I say, “Thank you for the help, but this changes nothing between us. I don’t know how anyone can be attracted to an asshole like you.”
“And I understand why you’re like a citronella candle that repels girls. Any progress with Angie, by the way?”
He really struck a nerve with that one. Yes, I’m fucking into Lance’s friend Angie, who’s always coming over these days, and I don’t doubt how obvious I am about it. Or that Ryan’s picked up on it.
“To think, this isn’t even our worst fight,” I observe.
“It’s really not,” he says with a smile, making me groan.
“Okay, I’m getting to sleep. Please do me a favor and go pick up a girl and bring her back here so I can get you out tonight. Save this whole frat the trouble.”
I rush to the en suite and wash Ryan’s cum off my hands. By the time I’m in bed, Ryan’s on his air mattress. And I’m still reeling from how he’s been needling me all night, especially bringing my crush into it. What a low blow.
I must admit, it’s even worse knowing he was getting so much pleasure in this bed while I’m fucking stewing. The only saving grace is that knowing Ryan, I’m not gonna have to suffer much longer.