Or let anyone else, thank you very much.
No onewas gonna handle Sean but me, or put their hands on him, or… or...
Fuck.
My shoulders slumped. I was fucked, that’s was what was up with me. I didn’t want anyone else to have Sean becauseIwanted Sean… but wanting Sean all for myself sounded dangerously close to wanting a boyf—
Nope.
I coughed as my throat spasmed. I couldn’t eventhinkthe word without choking.
Bian’s eyes widened. Then—
“Holy shit,” he said, laughing like a douche. “You’re sprung.”
My head snapped up. “What?”
“Ty, for real. You look like you’re about to puke. And the way you took my head off just for wanting a piece of—”
My glare was so vicious that he held his hands up to ward it off, laughing at me again.
“Yeah, that,” he said, still grinning. “So… you and little Sean, huh? Like, exclusively?”
“Fuck,” I said, slumping against the wall as the lat-pulldown twink from earlier came out of the locker room dressed in street clothes.
“That an invitation, handsome?” the twink asked, slowing down and turning to walk backward as he passed Brian and me. He looked me up and down with a hungry expression that did not-a-damn-thing for my cock, even though by all rights that particular muscle should have been raring to go since I’d missed out on any form of morning workout for it.
“Sorry, babe,” Brian said to the guy, latching onto my arm and tugging me upright. “Tyson’s not available. He’s gone and got himself shackled to a boyfriend.”
“Thefuck?” I blurted, the walls suddenly closing in on me as I yanked my arm away from him. “Nobody said anything about the B-word, motherfucker.”
“My bad,” Brian said, turning to wink at the twink. “Guess heisavailable, so if you wanna—”
“Shut up, dick,” I said, stomping ahead of him into the locker room as his laughter rang out behind me.
I didn’t have time for this shit. I needed to shower and get back to the dorms. I knew Sean’s schedule as well as my own, and since he had a lab and then a study group tonight that would keep him out late, if I didn’t make it back before he left for his first class, I was gonna miss out on seeing him at all today.
And even though Brian was wrong—Sean for damn sure wasn’t myboyf—uh, my anything—I still needed my fix.
5
Sean
When I heardTyson come in I was in the kitchen, moping over a cup of hot cocoa as I tried to motivate myself to get ready for class. The sound of the door startled an embarrassing squeak out of me and made me almost drop my mug, splashing cocoa over both the counter and the front of the t-shirt I’d slept in.
I barely felt it.
Tyson was back and I didn’t know what to do. He’d already been gone when I’d woken up, but since he didn’t always make it back from his morning workout before I left for class, I’d just assumed I wouldn’t see him until later. Like, probably untildayslater. He was so nice that I was sure he wouldn’t avoid me forever, but even if I was a-bit-okay-totally inexperienced with the kind of things we’d done the night before, I was pretty sure that the whole “morning after” awkwardness of avoiding the other person was standard... especially for someone like Tyson, who never did repeats.
My eyes started to sting, and I told myself sternly to stop being such a baby. I got to live with him all the time, at least for the rest of the school year, and that alone made me the luckiest boy ever. All the extra stuff from the night before was more than I’d ever hoped for, and I should be grateful he’d even looked at me like that once, not turn into a crybaby just because he wasn’t going to do it again.
“Sean? Where you at, sweetness?” Tyson called out, the sound of his footsteps heading my way.
“Here,” I said just as he walked into the kitchen looking like every good dream I’d ever had.
I guess I’d been wrong about the morning-after avoidance stuff. I set my mug of cocoa down carefully since my hand was trembling and I didn’t want to spill it again, then tried to smile. I must not have done a very good job of it though, because Tyson frowned instead of smiling back like he usually did.
My stomach sank. I hated making him frown. I was going to have to do better. If he wanted to skip the part where he avoided me, I really couldn’t complain. I would just have to find a way to stop wishing for things that I didn’t deserve and should be grateful for even having had once, and go back to acting normal around him.
