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 thehouse, 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 thatrepels 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.
3
Ryan
“How was yourweekend?” my boss, Troy, asks as we work together in the pit, replacing suspension brakes on a Nissan Sentra.
I started at the auto shop the summer before last, after hearing from one of my teammates that a position had opened up. It was a great opportunity with flexible hours that, unlike most jobs, worked with my schedule for training and games during the season. I didn’t realize how much I’d enjoy it, but it’s kind of like football—I’m a natural. I like working with my hands, figuring out what’s wrong with whatever car I’m working on. And Troy, who recently became part owner of the place, is a great boss. Really taken me under his wing. It helps that he played football in high school, so even when we don’t have much to talk about, we can always talk about our favorite teams. He also has great sports analogies for when shit goes wrong in a car to help me understand what’s going on.
“My weekend?” I ask. “Hmmm. How do I put this? Hot until it wasn’t.”
