Matt listened to the story of William and Colton, the history that followed them even now, informing their actions like their own private Zodiac, causing reverberations and ripples that spilled over into other people’s lives. Adam Maxwell was one such casualty. Matt felt like he was another—or was about to be, albeit on a much smaller scale. This was troubling news.
“What should I do about SGA?” Matt asked again.
Evan shrugged. “William obviously has a plan. You can trust him. In the meantime, you go to SGA meetings, don’t make any waves, and do what you do best.”
“Which is?”
Evan gave him a quizzical look, then grinned. “You’re either a shrewd actor or incredibly naïve. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt for now and go with naïve.”
“Incredibly naïve,” Matt corrected him.
Evan smiled. “In case you haven’t noticed, Matt, everyone watches you. Every guy wants to be you. You’re every girl’s—and gay guy’s—dream. You’re hot as hell, probably going to be MCU’s next soccer star, and you draw people into your orbit naturally. You genuinely seem to care about them. That’s what you do best.”
Matt blushed. The most important thing he’d heard was that Evan considered him hot.
Evan stood abruptly. “We’re done here, right?” he asked. “You’re good with William? You’re good with SGA?”
Matt smiled. “Yeah. Thanks.” He did feel better. He and William still needed to talk, but it would be a different conversation from the one he had imagined. He was grateful to Evan for that.
Matt stood as well, wondering what to do with his wine glass. He’d barely drunk any wine. It was probably time to return to campus. He dreaded facing Coach.
“I hope you’re not leaving,” Evan said. “We’ve got unfinished business, you know.”
“We do?”
Evan grinned. “A handshake. I could tell you it’s in the rules, and you wouldn’t know whether I was lying or not.”
“I do always try to follow the rules,” Matt said.
A few minutes later they were in the master bedroom, on the bed, naked. Their clothes littered the floor like cicada husks, fabric shells of their nymph selves, molted to make way for their adult versions. The molting had been a chaotic, frantic affair, each pawing at the other. As if they hadn’t already seen each other naked at Matt’s interview.
There had been little kissing either.
Matt and Evan, both splendid specimens of the male of the species, were eager to mate. The air was thick with the tang of testosterone and musk. This was exactly the type of artless rutting William hated.
Matt was fascinated by the shape of Evan’s erect cock. It curved back towards his belly like Cupid’s bow. Matt imagined what it would be like holding that joystick while he pounded Evan’s ass, missionary position. Evan’s washboard abs would look lovely framed by his bent, spread legs.
Their bodies were tangled, two bucks and no doe, each trying to mount the other, ‘til Evan called timeout.
Evan was on his back, pinned by Matt, who beamed in triumph.
“My bottoming days are over,” Evan said, panting.
“You were prepared to bottom if I’d picked you after my interview.” Matt countered. He struggled to hold Evan down.
Evan grunted. “You may not have noticed, but I wasn’t trying hard to get picked.”
He hooked a leg around Matt’s, twisted, and managed to flip their positions.
Now Evan was on top. “Did I tell you that I have two older brothers who were on the wrestling team?”
Evan’s eyebrows danced playfully. He bent down and kissed Matt’s lips. “Now be a good boy and let me in,” he whispered.
Matt raised his legs as if surrendering his hole. He wrapped his legs around Evan’s lithe torso and crossed his ankles. He felt Evan’s hard cock blindly pecking near his sphincter, seeking entrance. He considered how good it would feel to have that bow inside him, strumming in and out of him, playing his ass as if it were a Stradivarius, percussing against his prostate, causing him to hit the high notes.
But this thing between them had become a competition, and Matt could not bear to lose. He reached up, grasped Evan’s shoulders in a bear hug, and gyrated, pulling Evan into a roll.
Matt had intended they roll only 180 degrees, ending with his beingon top again.
