Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Brandon
Iswear every class this week has late-night study sessions, and this semester my frat duties are on crack.
After a night of incredible blow jobs, I’m ready to get Robbie back into bed immediately, but our schedules never line up in a way it can happen without us having to stay up late or skip early morning classes.
And something about going into January of graduation year has made our brothers clingier than ever.
Rick is always asking to hang out and constantly has treasury matters to talk through.
Chad has scheduled mastering mayhem meetings nearly every week, and Larken has amped up our schedules with more philanthropy tasks than I can count.
Plus, my coursework is heavier than ever. Thank fuck our team didn’t make it further because there’s no way I’d be able to handle all this as well as practice and games.
“Okay,” Chad says. “Which one was the best?”
Robbie sniffs loudly, drawing my attention to him before I turn back to the file on my computer.
I scroll through the proposals our pledges submitted and highlight two.
“This one is my favorite, but it’s way too cold for a street-long Slip ’N Slide, so we’ll table that for a few months.
Which leaves this.” The prank submission is a simple one.
Fill all the Kappas’ cars with plastic balls and cover their windows in shaving cream so they can’t see inside before they open the doors.
Chad and Zeke read over it, but instead of doing the same, Robbie’s stare flicks up to meet mine. Heat flares deep in my gut. I could have tried to find another guy for the times Robbie is busy and I’m not, but it holds zero appeal.
Outside of this thing we’re doing, guys in general don’t interest me. I’ve tried checking out dudes in class. Pretty ones, built ones, ones who give off the same energy as Robbie, but the thought of going down on any of them almost makes me cringe.
I’m just not attracted to men, so why can’t I get enough of him?
He sniffs loudly from across the table and rubs at his reddened nose, and fuck, even that looks hot. What is wrong with me?
“Any risks?” Zeke asks. He’s punching info into his tablet, keeping tabs on everything in a way only he can manage. Where Chad is the most go-with-the-flow VP I’ve ever seen, Zeke always knows what’s up.
He might be laid-back, but that’s because he’s usually two steps ahead of the rest of us.
Other than that dumb Kappa prank and Chad’s relationship with Bailey, I’ve never seen anything catch him by surprise.
What would he think of me and Robbie?
Not that he’ll find out.
It’s clear this is all a bit of fun, and I don’t know where Robbie’s head is at. I’m pretty sure he’s ready to own his sexuality and doesn’t give a fuck what others think, but if that’s the case, how soon will he want to start exploring with other guys?
As much as I’m enjoying this, I think that will be the point I’m out.
I focus on Zeke’s question. “It’s all relatively standard.
Since it’s winter, the shaving cream will likely get close to freezing, so it’ll be easy for them to clean off.
That means there won’t be any issues with obstruction while driving unless they’re dumb enough to try it without cleaning their windshield.
Worst that will happen is they get a bit messy and then have to put all that time into getting the balls out. ”
The second I say balls, I glance toward Robbie, who grins at me, and there goes my gut again. I have no clue if sexy balls are a thing, but if they are, he’s got them.
I shift to ease the pressure on my dick as I remember how he looked towering over me. It needs to happen again. It needs to happen soon.
And while we’re at it, we’re going to need to talk about there being no one else while we fool around because the thought of Robbie with some other guy makes me uncomfortable.
I don’t like it. Sure, I’m a relationship guy, even though I postponed committing to anyone during college, but I always pictured settling down not long after.
Robbie hasn’t had a relationship the whole time I’ve known him—he’s never even wanted one. I’m worried that asking him to keep this thing between us for now might be pushing it, but then I look at him again and know I’m going to do it anyway.
Fuck, I want him.
It’s almost unhealthy how much.
He rubs a big hand over his rough stubble. “How do we get the keys to the cars?”
“The suggested idea is room raiding in the middle of the night.”
“No need,” Chad says. “The night we plan it, I’ll stay over there and relieve the Kappas of their keys while they’re busy.”
“And I’ll call some bullshit meeting with Chuck and offer to pick him up for it.”
“Chuck?” Robbie sniggers before sniffing again.
“Charles hates it.” Zeke looks way too pleased by that.
“In that case, I’d say the plan’s a go. We’ll let the pledge who came up with it call the shots and coach him through it.”
“Deal.”
Even though he says that, I can’t imagine Chad following some lowly pledge’s orders.
Zeke taps his watch, and it lights up. “Better go. I have a study session for the next hour.”
I have no idea how he does it all. High grades, championship swimmer, president of our house. All without breaking a sweat.
“And I have a hottie to take on a date,” Chad says.
“You’re taking me out?” Robbie says. “Aw, you shouldn’t have.”
Chad whacks his head on the way out.
Leaving me and Robbie.
“Well, this is convenient.”
“Isn’t i—” Robbie launches into a coughing fit.
“Shit, dude, you okay?”
He clears his throat. “Been feeling a bit flat today.”
I study his face and for the first time notice he looks drawn. “You getting sick?”
“I’m sure it’s nothing.” He waves the question away. “You were saying?”
“Nuh-uh.” I hold up my hands. “You can keep those germs to yourself.”
His face falls. “Don’t be like that.”
“Concerned for my health?”
“Cockblocking. You’re here … I’m here … most of our brothers are out …”
Goddamn that’s tempting. So tempting. It’s probably only a cold, and hooking up with him is definitely worth the risk.
Then he coughs again, louder and phlegmier. Suddenly, I’m no longer horny.
“Call me crazy, but I’m going to pass.”
Robbie grunts, and his whole body deflates. His head drops against his hand. “I think I’m sick.”
“Yeah, dude, though you can take the ‘I think’ out of that sentence.” I stand and round the table to him, then press my palm to his forehead. He leans into it, and I’m not surprised. He’s burning up. “Go to bed. I’ll get you some drugs.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll be okay.”
“Interesting …”
“What?”
“Nothing … you just seem to be under the impression I was asking.” I grab him under his arm and coax him to his feet. Thank fuck he gets the message because there’s no way I could have lifted him myself. “There we go.”
“You gonna be my little nursemaid, Brando?”
That gives me an idea. When Robbie first bought the sex doll that he left in my bed to scare off the chick I was hooking up with, he’d dressed her in a nurse’s outfit.
A barely there nurse’s outfit. I took it off when I deflated the doll and buried it somewhere in my drawers.
It might be time to dig the flimsy thing out.
And unlucky for Robbie, because he’s sick, he’ll have to deal with looking and no touching. It’s evil, but it’s guaranteed to make sure that when he’s better, I’m the one he comes for and not some other guy.
We might have agreed to regular experimenting, but we didn’t agree to only hooking up with each other, and I regret not bringing it up when I had the chance.
Is doing it while he’s sick kosher? Who knows, but in my head, locking down my frat brother for regular orgasms is frat as fuck, and apparently Robbie is the only one I want to do that with.
He better buckle up because I have ideas.
Lots and lots of ideas.
And I wanna try them all out with him.