Page 28 of The Step Don't

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Colin

So…is it aStep Don’t to get hard in the library while maybe kinda flirting with your stepbro and talking about watching him jerk off? I adjust my dick, hoping Ash and anyone else walking by don’t notice the tent in my track pants. This is…different. Ash and I talk about shit all the time, we tease and play around, though not how we did today. It’s never given me such a raging boner before—something that would likely be a Step Don’t for others, but somehow, it’s not off-limits for me and Ash.

The frat house is within walking distance from the library. Ash’s legs are moving much faster than they usually do, and while I’m in a hurry too, I’m lingering behind, following him like a puppy.

Why is it that I’ve seen Ash naked a million times, but this one has my pulse speeding up in a whole new way? Has my thoughts spinning so quickly that I can’t settle on one other thanyesand maybe,I can’t fuckingwait.

This is about Ash, I tell myself. It’s about understanding this thing he enjoys but is unsure of. It’s about supporting him because we always do that, and about seeing him happy, but like, when does seeing someone happy get another person’s dick hard? Do I have a happiness kink I didn’t know about? Is that even a thing?

“You’re being quiet.” Ash turns around, walking backward.

“Just thinking.”About seeing you jerk off. About my boner…about seeing yours spurt a big-ass load that definitely had me curious last time.

“Are you sure you’re—”

“Yes.”

Ash’s gaze darts to my hard-on.

“See? Very okay. Come on.” I grab his hand, and now it’s me leading Ash, tugging him along toward the house like if we go too slow, he might change his mind.

Ash laughs. “In a hurry, are you?”

“Just being a good big brother.”

“You’re the best brother.”

Totally not going to argue, though considering the situation we’re about to head into, calling each other brothers might not be the best idea.

We turn down Sugar Maple Street, our house the second one down. We’re lucky that the area is full of students from Peach State, who have apartying agreement and don’t ever complain about each other. It can get loud here on the weekends.

I say a silent thank-you after unlocking the door to a quiet house. Everyone should be at school or work. Hell, I should be at school right now too. How the fuck did I forget I had a class? I swear I have Ash-brain. When it comes to him, nothing matters as much as Ash.

I take the stairs two at a time. “We should do this before anyone gets back.”

Luckily, my dick has deflated on the walk over, so I don’t have to explain that to any of the guys.

We head straight to his room. I close and lock the door behind us, in case anyone comes home. “Here.” I start taking his backpack off him.

“You don’t have to take that off. I’m not helpless.”

“I know.” My cheeks heat, and I’m not sure why. “I just like to do things for you.”

“I like to do things for you too.” Ash gives me a grin, and oh, ugh. Why oh why does Ash have such pretty lips? Not that it matters to me.

We each take our own packs off, then stand there looking at each other like a couple of idiots.

I open my mouth, close it, and we burst into laughter, the two sounds dancing together.

“Why are we being weird? You’ve seen me naked. This is nothing new.” Ash pulls off his shirt. He works hard on his body, and it shows. While he’s not as thick asI am, his muscles are hard and compact. He’s lean, every groove of his abs distinct.

I pull my shirt off too.

“Wait. Why areyougetting naked?”

I freeze. Oh fuck. Why am I getting naked? No fucking clue.Think, think, think.

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