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“Oh fuck.” I grip his hair with one hand as tingles break out along my skin and pressure builds in my groin. “I’m gonna come, baby, swallow it.”

Joey whimpers and the first wave washes over me, damn near taking my knees out from under me and filling his mouth. Spurt after spurt shoots into his mouth until I shudder and lean heavily against the house. He gives me a final lick, then pulls off my dick with a self-satisfied smile, and stands.

“Kiss me,” he breathes against my mouth. The taste of us mixes, like the air in our lungs, until we’re one and the same.

High heels clacking on the sidewalk near us reminds us where we are and that we don’t have all night.

“Thank you,” Joey says as he watches me put myself away.

I wink at him. “The pleasure was all mine.”

He leaves me with a quick kiss and wanders down to a table selling beers. I watch him from my spot in the shadows as Paul stops next to him in a Batman costume. They stand there, drinking beer for a few minutes, talking about something I can’t hear and watching the people around them. I get the sense that Paul also has a high sense of responsibility that isn’t his, so they get along well. Like kindred spirits.

Superman bounds up to them and Joey gets a confused look on his face before he points to Superman’s crotch. That must be Jeremy. A discussion is had before Paul gets down on his knee and reaches his hand inside Jeremy’s pant leg.

What the hell is happening right now?

Then, like a jack-in-a-box, Brendon pops up and jumps onto Superman’s back. All three of them fall over into a tangled heap. I don’t know if I should offer to help or laugh. Joey sighs, I swear I can hear it from here, but he puts his beer down and lifts Brendon off the pile. He’s not at all perturbed by what has occurred, probably because he’s drunk.

I guess I’m starting to understand why Joey freaks out at things like this. His guys are…intense. Paul is messing with his shoulder, Jeremy is holding his nuts, it looks like, and Joey has had enough and walks away.

Once I leave my hiding spot and catch up with Joey, we wander around for a while. We stumble across Riggs—Joey’s freshman—passed out on a lawn. Joey has both hands on his hips and sighs.

“I swear to God.”

“This time, you can’t prove it was one of my guy’s fault.” I hold my hands up.

“What am I supposed to do with him? I can’t leave him here.”

Okay, he has a point since it’s March in Denver. It’s cold as fuck, we just don’t care because…beer. But it’s also why I’m not in some dumb-ass costume.

“We can either two-man carry him or one of us can toss him over our shoulder,” I offer.

“Two-man carry would suck to get all the way back to the dorms.”

“Correct.”

“But what if he pukes? I don’t want him to choke.”

That’s a fair point. “Okay, you carry him over your shoulder and if he starts to puke, I’ll make sure he doesn’t choke.”

“So I’m getting puked on then?”

“Hey, you’re his captain, not me.”

Joey drops his head back and sighs. “Okay, fine, help me get him up.”

It takes us a minute but we manage to get him up on Joey’s shoulder. Dude doesn’t even blink, it's kind of creepy, so I check his pulse just in case. It’s there.

The walk back to the dorms is quiet once we leave the noise of frat row and I find myself wanting to just hold his hand, lay out on the grass under a blanket to watch the stars, and just exist. Maybe someday we can do that, but not today.

I open the door for Joey, and Riggs starts to grumble, so we freeze. If he’s going to upchuck, it's better to do it outside than on the floor. He settles and we continue on, into the elevator, then to his room.

I try the handle but it’s locked. Of course it is.

Joey growls and slides the unconscious man off his shoulder. He looks exhausted, poor guy.

“Go on up to bed, I’ll wait for the roommate.” I sit on the floor across from where Riggs is laying.

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