That does it. He comes with a shout of my name, clenching around my cock so tight I see stars.Fuck, fuck, fuck. My orgasm hits like a freight train. Grinding deep inside him, coming so hard my vision whites out.
We collapse together, sweaty and breathless. As our heart rates slow, Caleb turns his head to look at me, his eyes uncharacteristically vulnerable.
"Really?" he pants out.
"Yeah. I love you." I brush a strand of hair from his forehead.
His smile, rare and genuine, makes my chest ache. Before I can say anything else, there's a bang from the other side of the wall.
"For fuck's sake, keep it DOWN!" Marcos's voice carries clearly through the thin drywall.
Caleb looks at me, a wicked glint replacing the vulnerability. Without breaking eye contact, he pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips.
"Put on your headphones!" he shouts back, grinding against my already hardening dick. "It's going to be a long night!"
And it is.
The kitchen smellslike coffee and bacon when the first of the guys stumbles downstairs the next morning. I'm flipping pancakes at the stove while Caleb mans the coffee maker, both of us wearing nothing but sweatpants riding low on our hips.
The sudden silence alerts me to our audience. I glance over my shoulder to find Tyler, Ethan, Drew, and Gavin frozen in the doorway, staring at us like we're an alien species.
"Well, don't stand staring at my boyfriend's magnificent ass," I growl, pointing with my spatula. "Grab the syrup and food and let's go eat."
Gavin seems to recover first, accepting the platter Caleb shoves into his hands. He looks down at the colourful pancakes and blinks.
"Are these... Christmas sprinkles?" he asks, confusion in his voice.
Caleb shrugs, the hint of a smile playing at his lips. "They were the only ones left."
Tyler's eyes dart between us, taking in our relaxed demeanor and the dark marks on Caleb's neck. "So you two are... For sure, no joking around…”
"Together," Caleb finishes for him, throwing an arm around my shoulder. "Got a problem with that?"
Drew raises his hands in surrender. "No problem. Just surprised to see the two Grinches spreading Christmas spirit in January."
I choose to ignore him. "The pancakes are going to get cold."
As the kitchen fills with more sleepy frat brothers, I catch Caleb watching me with soft eyes. When our gazes meet, he mouths three words that make last night's activities flash vividly in my brain.
Leaning over to whisper in his ear, "Tonight, my place or yours?"
The blush that covers his cheeks is almost as satisfying as the sounds he made last night. Almost.
Epilogue: Straight to Gavin in 60 Seconds
CALEB
Paper hearts still cling to the arch above the hallway, and the bass from someone's questionable EDM playlist throbs through the house.Christ,there will definitely be a noise complaint before midnight. Again.
James's thigh shifts under me, and the logical part of my brain, the part that sounds suspiciously like my mother, whispers that this is undignified. Sitting on my boyfriend's lap at a frat party like some kind of... what? Clingy freshman?
Except James's arm tightens around my waist, fingers drumming an absent rhythm against my hip, and that voice shuts up. Mostly.
"I am most grateful for the invitation to join your fraternal organization," Haru says, and Christ, he actually bows a little. "However, I must respectfully decline until the commencement of the next academic year."
He's perched on the coffee table across from us, spine straight like he's at a job interview instead of a party where someone just did a keg stand to Taylor Swift. His beer, which he's been carrying around for the past hour, sits untouched beside him.
"Dude, you know you can start the pledge process now, right?" James's voice rumbles through his chest and into my back. "Get a head start on everyone else?"
