“Yep,” I said, pausing with the bottle halfway to my mouth while I thought about it. He’d offered last year, too, but crowding in with half a dozen guys wasn’t really my style. Pretty fucking glad I’d turned it down, too, given how it had all turned out with Sean… but for next year? “I’ll think about it,” I said, glancing at the clock. Sean should be back from his last class soon and I was gonna have to find out what his plans were.
“Well, don’t think too long,” Brian said, smirking at me. “You know it’s a sweet house and if other people snag those rooms over the summer, there’s no way they’ll let them go once classes start up again next fall.”
“I’ll let you know,” I said as the sound of the door announced Sean’s arrival. I downed the rest of my drink. “Gotta hop in the shower. You about done with that?”
Brian laughed. “You trying to get rid of me or something?”
Hell to the yes.
“’Course not,” I lied, watching the doorway over Brian’s shoulder for my boy. He always turned into a shy little mouse whenever I had anyone over—I mean, even more so than usual—and… yep. Sure enough, there he went trying to scamper past the kitchen and down the hall to his room with barely a glance inside. I grinned, calling out, “What, I don’t get a hello?”
Sean stopped in his tracks, turning bright pink as he swiveled to face me. “Um, hi,” he said, biting that lickable lower lip of his as his eyes darted between me and Brian for a second and then shot right back to me, his breath doing that sexy hitch as he took in my shirtless state.
My grin spread even wider. I was no stranger to an admiring glance, but not gonna lie, the way sweet little Sean was so damn enraptured by the view definitely made the suckitude of the run I’d just endured totally worth it.
I licked my lips, already craving a taste of his. “Pretty sure you can do better than that, baby,” I said, forgetting we weren’t alone until Brian snorted back a laugh.
“Sprung,” he coughed into his hand, looking way too fucking smug about it.
“Fuck off,” I said, wanting him gone already so I could get my hands on my boy. Sean was frozen in the doorway when he should be in my arms already, and I shot Brian a glare. “Weren’t you about to head out?”
He laughed, the fucker. “Nope,” he said, taking another swig of his Gatorade. “I was about to remind you that we’re headed downtown tomorrow night to celebrate my birthday.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me.
I laughed. “You ‘celebrate’ all the fucking time, bro,” I reminded him. Sure, he was just about to turn twenty-one, but we both knew enough people at some of the clubs downtown that we’d been getting into pretty much anywhere we wanted ever since our freshman year. I mean, guess it didn’t hurt that we’d both been big enough to look legal even back then, not to mention that starting on a winning team every year opened more than a few doors all on its own.
Was it fair? Who gave a fuck. Use what you got, right?
“Dude, no,” Brian said as I pushed away from the counter I’d been leaning against because I was sick of waiting for Sean to come to me. I headed over and snagged his hand as Brian went on, “You’re not getting out of this. It’s been fuckingweekssince you’ve come out with us, Ty.”
He was right, but why the fuck would I want to go anywhere when I had what I wanted right here? And yeah, I said that. Pretty sure we’d already established that I didn’t even fucking recognize myself anymore, right? Still, Brian was only gonna turn twenty-one once, and back when I had, he’d gotten me wasted enough that I should probably return the favor.
“What do you think, sweetness?” I said to Sean, tugging him against me because when it came to touching him I really was an addict, and I gave exactly zero shits whether or not Brian caught on to that fact.
Of course, if I hadn’t been such a selfish bastard I wouldn’t have touched Sean until after I’d had that shower, but no matter how sprung I may or may not have been, there was no doubt that I was and always would be someone who was gonna put getting what I wanted first on the priority list. Besides, the way my boy was looking at me, I didn’t think he minded a little sweat, you know? And by “didn’t mind,” I meant “was getting turned-the-fuck-on by.” In fact, the way Sean couldn’t seem to take his eyes off my chest, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if he started begging me to touch that pretty little cock of his the minute I managed to kick Brian out.
Which was motivating as fuck, not gonna lie.
I tipped his chin up. The sooner we gave Brian an answer, the sooner he’d fuck off. “I asked you a question, babe.”
“Yeah,” Sean said with zero actual comprehension as his eyes slid right back down my body like a stripper on a pole.
I squeezed his ass to get his attention and his gaze bounced back up to mine, a dazed-and-ready-to-beg look on his face that made me want to push him to his knees and refresh my memory on how damn good he was getting with that pretty mouth of his. “What did I say about answering me, sugar?”
He blinked. “Um, sorry. What did you… did you ask me again, Tyson?”
Jesus, breathless-and-eager was turning into my cock’s own personal brand of Viagra. Not that I’d ever needed any help like that, of course, but with Sean? I was locked and loaded the minute he turned those baby blues on me, every single time.
Brian laughed, reminding me that the reason I didn’t already have my boy naked was that the fucker was still here. “Shit, Ty,” he said. “Say yes about moving in, yeah? Then talk your little roomie into coming, too. You two are like live-action jerk material.”
I flipped him off without bothering to turn around. “Asked what you thought about tomorrow night, sugar,” I answered Sean, even though I should probably just go back to the tell-don’t-ask method that worked so well for the both of us. “Brian wants to go clubbing.”
Brian laughed again. “Aw, that’s cute. Ty-Ty is checking to see if he has permission to come out and play.”
Sean turned red. “H-H-He doesn’t need my p-p-p-permission,” he whispered, looking mortified at the attention.
I whirled on Brian, tucking my boy against my side. “Would you please fuck the hell off now?”
