“That’s what I’m saying to you,” he says in full confidence, reaching for his water bottle.
“What if I don’t want to have sex with you?”
A laugh bursts from his chest, “Well, first off, I don’t believe that for a second.” He scoffs, brushing his knuckles up and down his perfect jawbone and causing my heart to race. “Secondly, I’ll do it anyway. I’ll wait, no rush. Because maybe…since you seem to be rattling off a lot of hypotheticals. Maybe we’d be fantastic together,” he says, voice soft but sure, “and you, me, and Sam live happily ever after.” He gives my leg a gentle slap, like punctuation to a daydream, then lets the silence settle between us, ending the conversation without ending the feeling. “Good chat, but us men need to go put this field to use before they turn the sprinklers on.”
He stands, jogging off toward Sam, who starts talking his ear off as soon as Randy is close enough. I sit there in disbelief as I watch the hottest man on this planet squat down next to my son. Giving him instruction on how to correctly hold the ball. His words replay in my head, a declaration to not sleep with anyone other than me, period.I’m screwed.
32
Randy
“Hey, man, what are you doing?” Christian asks me as he makes his way into the living room.
I remove one of the earphones from my ear so I can hear him better. “Laundry, what does it look like?” I deadpan as I sit on the couch playing the PlayStation.
“Well, good to know you’re doing something with your hands other than jerking off.”
I flip him the bird. “Here’s another thing I can do.”
“That arm definitely looks more defined than your left one,” he jokes.
I keep shooting as I take cover behind a building, right in the middle of a massive fight. “I played with your girlfriend last night while you studied,” I say as seriously as I can muster.
“Did she kick your ass again?” he replies, knowing full well I meant online. He falls onto the couch beside me, his mouth pulled upward. I don’t answer him; instead, I run back out and start shooting at the men with the red markers above their heads.
“Ha, she did, that’s my girl,” he chuckles.
“She probably just wants to see me naked again…who can blame her,” I say with a shrug, knowing I’ll never live that down.
“At least someone will see you naked,” he replies.
Dick.
“So how long has it been?”
“Four weeks.” Since her and no one who mattered before her.
“Ouch, man.”
I shrug. “It’s cool,” I say, trying to play it off at the same time Seth walks in the front door. He talks with Harper as she giggles behind him. They completely ignore us as he drags her toward his room.
“Oh, come on!” I groan out to them. They continue to blatantly ignore us, slamming the bedroom door behind them.
“Well,” I say, shutting off the PlayStation. “I’m not staying here and listening to that. Between him, and you and Shelby getting back together, my noise-canceling headphones are practically worn out.”
Christian stands at the same time I do. “I’ll buy you a new pair because there is not a chance in hell you won’t need them again….and again and again.”
“Perfect, that’s just what a sex-starved guy needs to hear right now! You want to grab a drink at the campus bar?”
“Let’s go,” he says as we both head for the stairs.
Grabbing a clean shirt and shoes I head back downstairs a few minutes later. Christian spins his keys in his hands reaching for the front door as I hear a moan coming from Seth’s room. Not a moment too soon as my dick stirs; seriously, it just wants to stand at attention at literally everything at the moment.
The bar is half full as we head in and grab a seat next to the pool table and big screen television. NFL playoffs are in full swing as we sit down on bar stools to watch the latest game. With three-dollar jugs of beer and five bucks for a massive plate of chicken wings, it’s hard to beat on a lazy Saturday.
Christian: *added Seth to group*
Christian: Randy and I are at the campus bar.
