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ALEXEI
Ipress myear against the door for a quick courtesy listen to make sure Luke isn’t going at it with his boyfriend. Sounds safe, so I scan my student ID on the panel under the handle to unlock the door. As soon as I turn the knob, athudcomes from the other side. It’s not the sort of noise I expect to hear from guys when they’re fucking, unless they fell off the bed, so I bolt in, immediately regretting it as I see two nude bodies. One goes over the other side of Luke’s bed, toward the back window. At the same time, the lamp on his nightstand topples to the floor, and a few books crash down onto his desk.
Part of me wonders how the hell they managed to affect the books yards away from them.
This isn’t the first time weird shit happens around Brad and Luke while they’re fucking. The other week, when I nearly walked in on them mid-act, Luke seemed stuck to the wall before tumbling onto the mattress, landing on top of Brad. I have to play this shit off like I don’t catch on, but it’s not like they’re working hard to hide anything from me. Maybe because they think no one’s onto them.
If only they knew…
As Luke covers himself with his sheets, Brad rises from behind the other side of the bed, smirking awkwardly. I assume he’s on his knees since I can only see to his waist.
“You guys are really making me feel like I don’t get laid enough,” I say as the weight of the door pulls it shut behind me.
To say I don’t get laid enough is a fucking understatement. Even when I claim to be off having sex, that’s a lie to keep them from knowing the truth.
“Sorry,” Luke says. “I thought you told me you were heading to the gym after class, and I figured I could invite Brad over and—”
“I forgot my gym clothes. Please, I’ll be out of your hair in a sec, and you guys can get back to fucking each other’s brains out.” I’m doing my best to act nonchalant about the whole catching-them-fucking-and-using-whatever-powers-they’ve-tapped-into.
As I fish through my drawer for my clothes, there’s awkward silence. As far as powers, I wish I had some right now to magically make my clothes appear in my gym bag, but it takes me a few moments while we’re stuck in this fucked-up space where we act like nothing strange just happened. Although Luke is ten times better than my dormmate last year—a fuck machine without any consideration of when I was coming or going—so I can’t complain.
About that, at least.
“You gonna stay on the floor?” Luke asks Brad. He lifts the covers, and Brad chuckles, sliding into bed with him.
“Sweet of you to hold the covers up for me,” Brad saysbefore pressing a gentle kiss on Luke’s lips.
Something about these two—not just how they can’t keep their hands off each other, but how they can communicate so much even in a look—makes me a little jealous. I’ve never looked at anyone like they look at each other, nor had anyone look at me like that. Must be nice… But just as soon as I find myself hypnotized by their affection, I shake it off. I don’t really know either of them. How can I, when they have so many secrets?
My thoughts flash back to a night in November when I saw Luke and Cody running through the woods. I was planning to stalk them, figure out what they were up to, but when I discovered them panicked in a ditch, I knew I had to reveal myself. Next thing I knew, searing pain ripped through me as a rod pierced my torso, and then someone yanked on the rod, pulling me back. Writhing in agony, I turned and spotted something in the moonlight. It looked like the Grim Reaper portrayed in movies, a figure in a black cloak. For all I knew, it’d stabbed me with its scythe.
At the time, I thought maybe it was just the pain tearing through me causing me to hallucinate, and then I was flying—no, falling—into the ditch.
“You good, man?” Luke asks, and I realize I’m frozen in place.
Act cool. Act normal.Thoughts I have often in his presence.
“I was just deciding if I should grab my costume now or swing by later. You guys planning on heading over to the Alpha Alpha Mu party?”
Nice save.
I try to make conversation when I can. Seem chill and friendly around the guys to make sure they trust me and never suspect I know more than I should.
“We’ll be finished by then,” Luke replies.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, surprised I said the words out loud.
“I’m kidding,” he insists.
Brad smiles. “Yeah, we’re technically finished up.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Luke says before planting another kiss on his man.
I finish packing my clothes. “You guys have costumes picked out?”
The theme is ’80s films. Well, the email said “’80s movies, but make it sexy.”
