He sucks on my fingers, lubricating them up before he turns around, and I lean down, inserting them into his ass and stretching him out. He groans, and I notice him stroking himself. It makes me hard. I pull out my fingers and guide mycock to his hole. I push into his slightly wet asshole, going slowly so I don’t hurt him, but he sinks back against me.
“Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy this,” he breathes.
I feel the anger bubbling inside of me again. I grab his hips and start thrusting, eliciting a whimper from him.
I continue to move; his ass squeezes my cock. It wants to push it out. It’s foreign and doesn’t belong there, like we don’t belong together. I pull my knife out of my jacket pocket and lift his shirt, cutting into his back just enough to make him bleed. I lean down and suck on the wound just below his shoulder.
He groans again and murmurs my name, and I smack his ass. “Hush.” I reach around and clasp a hand around his mouth. “Someone will hear you.”
He groans against my hand, and I let him go to cut his other shoulder. I run my hand down his back, smearing the blood down his skin, turning it red.
“I’m close,” he mutters. “I’m going to come.”
“Then come,” I say, annoyed. He’s so distracting. I bury my cock deep inside him when my balls constrict, and I release my cum into him. I pull out of him and pull my pants up.
He pulls his pants up too and turns around, leaning on the bathroom wall. “You enjoy having me.”
“Don’t get cocky,” I say, tilting his face down. I lean up and kiss him. “Otherwise, I won’t make you come again.”
I walk out the stall and wash my hands before I walk out and sit back down at the bar. He joins me a few minutes later. There are a few more people around now.
I take a while to notice, but it seems like everyone is on their phones and whispering to each other. Probably another news story about Adrian being gay. They’ve been published over and over again since the panel investigation. Everyone wanted to know his dark and dirty secrets. That’s why I couldn’t be seenwith him. Those dark and dirty secrets are mine too, and people will put one and one together.
I finish my beer and look at him. “Don’t follow me again.”
I walk out the bar and out toward the quad. Everyone is sitting in groups whispering, and I see one or two people pointing at me. I frown. What are they pointing at?
I turn around and decide to head back to the house. If anyone knows what’s going on, it will be Richard.
I’m barely up the front steps when Adrian comes running. “Noah!”
“I said leave me alone, Adrian,” I snap. “For fucks sake, can you not listen?”
“Is your phone on silent?”
“It’s dead,” I say. “I haven’t charged it.”
He hurries to me and hands me his. It’s open on the university messenger service. There’s a link posted, and Adrian looks at me expectantly.
I sigh and hit the link. It takes us to a video site. Across the top is a huge headline that saysIncestuous Brothers Fuck in Bathroom.
I swallow and press play on the video. It’s taken from above the bathroom stall, so someone must have been in the stall next to us, leaning over the top. How did I not notice them? It’s everything, it’s everything we talk about and everything we do. The cutting, the fucking, the kissing. It’s all exposed.
As the movie finishes, I look at Adrian.
“This was sent to everyone in the university. Teachers and students,” he whispers.