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I couldn’t help but think - for all my big bro seemed fearless most of the time - that he was eyeing my roommate warily as Adam walked over to the mirror.

He leaned in close, head tilted back. Turning from one side of his red-spotted neck to the other, examining the aftermath of Brayden’s eager sucking.

I’d seen my friend come home with the occasional mark lingering from a hook-up. This, though, was another level.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Said softly, as he ran his fingers across the patches.

“Lil bro helped,” Brayden pointed out. He ignored my glare, for having dropped me in it.

“I have ways to make him suffer, don’t worry,” Adam reassured him, idly.

Brayden finally glanced at me, shrugging as he grinned. Still undaunted, it seemed, by the daggers in my look.

“I’ve decided my fee,” Adam added, his tone still casual. He stood upright again, from his examination close to the mirror’s glass. Turned, folding his arms across his chest. Somehow, despite his disheveled clothes, and the splashes of cum across his shirt, and the flush still across his cheeks, he managed to look imposing.

“You know how much I can afford.” Brayden grinned, gesturing at the spreadsheet.

Adam shook his head. “Too easy.”

“Fine, so what do you want?”

“A date.”

Brayden’s mouth fell open. “What?”

My roommate’s eye-rolls were legendary. “Look, I know you’re a player, but you must’ve heard of dating before.”

“You’re such a sarcastic asshole,” Brayden snapped, glaring now. “Yes, I know what dating is.”

“Fine. So that’s my fee for helping save you from bankruptcy. We go out on a date.”

My big bro’s confused frown looked genuine, but I was having too much fun watching his brain short-circuit to interrupt and check.

“A date... as in... like...”

Adam gave him a withering look. “As in, like, a date, Brayden! You, me, dinner or something.”

“I... Why would you want that?”

Brayden’s expression was that of a man informed the Earth was flat, and he was about to topple off the edge.

“Are you being intentionally obtuse?”

“I’m just confused.”

Adam shook his head. “You look worse than confused. You look like you’re about to fall off that chair in shock.”

“It’s just... That seems like a lot.”

For a moment Adam’s jaw just worked. “So wait. You’ll fuck me here, in front of my roommate, or in the showers while the rest of your team watches, and you’ll jerk off on-stage while a whole bunch of strangers cheer you on... but the idea of eating a meal with me is bringing you out in a cold sweat?”

“I don’t... I just...” It was the most sheepish the senior had ever looked. “That’s not something I’ve done. Before, I mean.”

“Go on a date, or go on a date with a guy?”

Brayden crossed his arms grumpily as he looked away. Suddenly he seemed like a sullen teenager, not some confident, muscled senior.

“Not much time for that shit, not with training,” he explained, his tone mulish.