Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Robbie
I’m woken to the sound of shouting.
“Zeke! Zeke! Zekezeke!”
Brandon groans as something hits the side of the house. “What is that?”
“Sounds like Chad.”
The front door slams. “Zeke!”
“Come on.” I slap his ass and climb over him to go and see what the shouting is about.
When I get downstairs, I find Chad in the front room, peering through the curtains in nothing more than his underwear.
Another volley of—I’m going to say water balloons based on Chad’s wet hair and drenched briefs—hits the side of the house.
“It’s minus two out, brother. Put on some clothes.”
“My boyfriend sold me out!” he shouts. “The audacity. The sheer nerve.”
“Start again, from the top.”
“When they found out what we did, Bailey told them all I was there, and they woke me by pouring a bucket of cold water over my head.” He turns to me. “Can you believe it? My own boyfriend?”
There’s a chuckle as Brandon joins us. “Dude, didn’t you zip-tie him to a chair the other week?”
Chad opens his mouth and closes it a few times. “That was different,” he sputters.
“Why?” It goes against everything in me, but I think I’m team Bailey on this one.
“Because … because …” I swear his lips are turning blue, and he shivers. “So not frat.”
Brandon and I start to laugh.
“I’d use you being half-naked as an opportunity to ask to touch your dick again, but I have a feeling none of us would find it right now.”
He flips me off and storms past. “F-fuck … you all.”
He passes Zeke on the stairs, who watches him for a moment before turning to us. “What was that about?”
“Kappas retaliated.”
He nods. “Well, I’m sure they owed Chad for something, so he can take this one for the team.”
Zeke heads for the kitchen, and I turn to find Brandon watching me.
“What?”
He glances around, grabs my hand, then pulls me toward the stairs.
As soon as we’re back in his room, he kicks the door closed then presses me against it and kisses me.
It’s hard and needy, leaving me with no room to wonder what he wants from me, and when his tongue swipes over mine, we’re suddenly on the same page.
I pull Brandon tighter against me, and he slips his thigh between my legs, giving me friction against my hard-on.
“I had a thought,” he says before tugging on my lip with his teeth.
“Oh yeah?”
“Let’s skip class today.”
“What …”
“I want to try more sex stuff.”
I grin and grab his ass. “Oh no, did you catch my cold, man? Rob-dog will stay home and take care of you.”
“Will you wear that costume?”
“Hard no. It wouldn’t fit. That’s all yours. The memory will live rent-free in my brain forever.”
He sniggers and tugs me toward the bed, kissing me the whole way.
I palm his ass through his sweats, greedily kneading the full cheeks, and Brandon moans into my mouth.
When he pulls back, his face is flushed, his lips are swollen, and I want to grip his perfect blond hair until it’s standing on end.
“You sure about this?” I ask. “Classes have been crazy lately, and you never have a free minute.”
“I don’t. So I’m making one. Now, do you want to fuck me, or am I fucking you?”
The question short-circuits my brain. “Both. Definitely both.”
Brandon’s eyes darken, and then he turns us and shoves me onto the bed before ridding me of my shirt. “I think for our first time trying this, we should keep things simple.”
“Fine. Be a killjoy.”
Something crosses his face too fast for me to pinpoint. “If you’re not having fun, we can stop.”
I yank his sweats down, and his long cock slaps back against his abs.
“No way is that happening.” My mouth instantly waters at the sight of him.
The head is red and swollen, shiny with precum, and so hard the thing could do serious damage.
I lean forward and suck him into my mouth as Brandon strips off his shirt.
“Damn, your mouth is magic.”
“Wait until it’s my ass.” I look up at him, still standing over me, and he runs his fingers through my short hair.
“Your ass?”
“Well, I think we’re probably going to need some practice runs before you can take me.”
Brandon hesitates, and I know he’s trying to work out whether he should be offended or not, when he shrugs.
“Fair point. That thing is a monster.” He drops to his knees next to the bed and helps me out of my pajama bottoms. “But I’m gonna bottom for you one day, dude.
” He licks me from balls to tip. “Don’t think you get all the fun. ”
“Somehow, I think you’ll have plenty of fun with your cock in my ass.”
He snorts. “This is about trying new things, so you better believe I want a turn.”
I pull him into another long, deep kiss that makes my cock throb. “Remember what to do?”
“I’ve been researching.”
“Good.” I shift farther onto the bed and drop back against it. “Then get a move on. I’m horny.”
“You’re about to get hornier.”
I eye his sexy, naked body. “Not possible.”
Brandon smirks and walks over to his side table. “After watching that porn the other night, I placed an order online.”
“For …” My eyes widen when Brandon lifts a silicone butt plug and a long strip of material. “What are those for?”
“This”—he lifts the plug—“is for me to wear while I fuck you. The gag is for you, dude.”
“Do you think it’s healthy to feel jealous of a butt plug?”
He lets out a burst of a laugh. “Think of it as your friend. It’s getting me ready for you.”
“Yeah, but it still gets to play up there first.”
“Are you sulking?”
“Yeah, a little.”
“You’re ridiculous.” He tosses me the lube. “Why don’t you start me off at the same time?”
“What do you …”
The bed dips as Brandon crawls onto it. He leans down over me and tugs my ear between his teeth. It sends heat into my bloodstream. “You like that, don’t you?”
“So, so much.”
“Noted.” His voice is tinged with amusement. “But what I thought could be hot is … sixty-nine while we finger each other, then you fill my ass with the plug while I fuck yours.”
Bro my fucking god. I wrap my arms around him and haul him against me. “Yes to all of that.”
“What are we waiting for, then?” Brandon kisses his way down my body, alternating between soft and sensual and biting so hard and fast, my eyes water. Instead of being a turnoff, my cock throbs at the attention. When he gets to my dick, he wraps his hand around it and gives me a long, firm stroke.
My thighs shudder.
“This thing is goddamn insane.” His tongue flicks out to run along the slit, and I watch him, desperately needing to feel his mouth. “Someone likes me.”
“I told you he did. You’re like a Pokémon, and my dick chooses you.”
Brandon sniggers. “You’ve never been more nerdy. Which is saying something. Because you own a fanny pack.”
I’m about to bite back when his mouth closes over me, and suddenly, I’m A-OK with being called whatever he needs me to be called. “See how much you can take.”
He sinks down onto me and gets about halfway before he gags and pulls off with a cough. “I’m determined to get that whole thing in there.”
I grab him and tackle him to the bed. “Well, until then, let’s go back to the original plan.
Because I gotta say, it’s one of your better ideas.
” Then I kiss him through his laugh, hard and demanding, until the amusement dies between us, and the atmosphere shifts.
His breathing has gotten heavier, and every touch feels heightened.
I kiss my way down his body this time, letting myself explore each muscle, each dip between his abs.
I take note of the things that get a reaction and file that information away in my Brandon smut notes.
Once I reach his flushed, hard cock, I turn around to straddle his face.
“This good?”
“Oh, yeah.” His voice is strained.
“Hey, no coming until you’re fucking me.”
“Yeah, I’m not making any promises there.”
In that case, I need to be very careful about how I go about this.
I grab the plug and click open the lube, coating it and my hand with a shit ton of the stuff before passing it back to Brandon.
Not only do I not want to hurt him, but I also know he’s enough of a bastard that if I do, he’ll hurt me right back.
And maybe that shouldn’t turn me on, but it sort of does.
I’m learning a whole new world of things about myself lately.
Once I hear Brandon close the lube, I can’t hold back any longer. I feed him my cock while I turn my attention to his.
And fuck, this is hot. The suction around my dick while I work on his probably wasn’t the smartest way to start this out when it’s been nearly a week since we were last together. All I know is I can’t get enough of touching him, sucking him, listening to his grunts and labored breathing.
A heavy dose of precum hits my tongue and reminds me to ease off, even though I’m desperate to drive him crazy. Instead, I do what I came here to. I slide my fingers between his cheeks until I reach his hole, and like he was waiting for my go-ahead, Brandon does the same to me.
It’s … weird.
Definitely not what I’m used to, but he keeps sucking on the crown of my cock, while he rubs his fingers over my ass, and it’s like my body is at war with itself. Is this how it feels for him?
Simultaneously amazing and terrifying.
Because I’m sure this shit is gonna hurt, but Brandon is gentle with me, softly working me open until he’s able to slide a finger inside.
Surprisingly, it’s not painful. I’m undecided how to feel about it, but I’m determined to be dicked down at least once, so I’m gonna suck it up and get on with it.
And when he works his finger slowly in and out, my eyes almost roll back. I press my finger inside him too, then get lost in the feeling, overwhelmed by sensory fucking overload.
We give each other’s dicks enough attention to keep them interested while we work on getting each other ready.
Brandon gets a second finger this time, and it takes all my limited concentration to make sure I go slow and take care of him, but once they’re in there and I fuck him with them, he begins to push back against me.