I can’t stop thinking about our little gaming session last Sunday morning. About the taste of him. The feel of him in mymouth. The way he made me come like I’d never come before. I’ve replayed it a million times, and every replay leaves me more confused.
Nothing else happened after that. Sure, we made a few jokes about it. About me being a quick draw, about him having a python in his pants. But that was it—just jokes. We went back to our normal routine. Video games. Arguing about whose turn it is to take out the trash. Acting like the two roommates who’ve lived together for two years.
But it’s been a week, and the weird feeling in my gut hasn’t gone away. If anything, it’s gotten worse. Now every time Troy walks around in nothing but a towel after his shower, every time I catch his scent, every time I hear his voice, something goes off in me. Something I can’t shake. A craving. A hunger for more.
More of what, exactly? I don’t know. More of the blowjob? Another taste of cock? More of… him? It’s a rabbit hole I’m scared to go down. I just know that I’m in deep shit, and I don’t know how to get out.
“Suit yourself,” Troy says, pulling the shirt over his head. It’s a tight black V-neck that hugs his muscles. “Your loss. There’s gonna be a ton of hot girls there. And guys, if you’re still in your experimental phase.” He winks at me.
“Is that what you’re going for tonight? Another dude?”
“Depends on who’s offering. You know how it is. Keeping my options open.” He checks himself out in the full-length mirror on our closet door, turning sideways to get a better angle. “What do you think? This shirt, or the blue one?”
“This one.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. It brings out my eyes, doesn’t it?”
Fuck, it really does. The green is almost luminous against the black fabric.
Troy sprays some cologne on his neck and chest, and his usual woodsy scent wafts over to my bed. I’ve smelled it so many times before, but tonight it goes straight to my dick. I have to shift my position to hide the fact that I’m getting hard.
“Alright, I’m out,” he says, grabbing his keys and wallet from the dresser. “Try not to study too hard, nerd.”
“You know what?” I swing my legs off the bed. “Fuck it. I’ll go.”
The party is exactlywhat you’d expect from a frat house. Pop music blasting through shitty speakers, sticky floors, sweaty bodies grinding against each other, red plastic cups everywhere.
I don’t dislike parties, but I don’t love them either. Usually, I’m good for an hour or two of drinking and bullshitting with people. Then I find some girl who’s giving me the eye, we make out for a bit, and I either go home with her or head back to the dorm. End of story.
But tonight, the whole scene feels grating. The noise, the crowds, the forced cheerfulness. I’m on edge, and I know exactly why. I’m here to keep an eye on Troy. I hate myself for it, but it’s the truth.
I grab a beer from the keg and find a corner to lurk in, nursing my drink and watching Troy work the room. He’s a natural at this shit. He moves through the crowd with easy confidence, shaking hands, clapping shoulders, laughing at jokes. He’s in his element. And he draws a crowd, especially the female kind. They flock to him, drawn like moths to a flame.
A blonde girl in a crop top and jeans is already hanging on his arm, laughing a little too loud at something he said. Her handis on his chest, her fingers tracing the neckline of his shirt. The shirt I told him to wear.
My grip tightens around my plastic cup.
I’m being ridiculous. This is what Troy does. This is who he is. I knew this going in. I can’t suddenly get all territorial over him. We’re not… anything. We’re just friends who messed around once. A supplement. That’s all.
But as I watch him whisper something in the blonde’s ear, her hand sliding down to rest on his ass, I feel a pang of something I don’t want to name. It’s a nasty, ugly feeling, and I don’t like it one bit. I need to get out of here. This was a mistake.
I’m about to finish my beer and make my escape when a guy slides up next to me.
“Hey,” he says over the music. “Connor, right?” He has a friendly face and a warm smile, and he’s looking at me like he actually knows who I am. But I’ve never seen him before in my life.
“Yeah. Do I know you?”
“We have English Lit together. Professor Davies. You sit a few rows ahead of me. I’m Liam.”
“Oh, shit. Right. Hey.” I recognize him now. He’s the guy who always has something smart to say in class, the one who actually seems to enjoy the stuff we’re reading. I just didn’t peg him for the frat-party type. “What’s up? You in Sigma Chi?”
“Nah, just here for the free alcohol.” He grins. He has sharp blue eyes and dark hair that falls across his forehead. Outside of a lecture hall, he’s suddenly a lot more noticeable.
“You and me both,” I say, taking a last swig of my beer.
“You here alone?”
“Came with my roommate.” I gesture with my cup toward where Troy had been standing, but he’s gone. And so is the blonde. My eyes scan the room, a knot tightening in my gut.“Looks like he’s already found some entertainment for the night.”
