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Maybe I can get photos of him pretending to sleep with the girls, where they don’t actually do anything, and post it on social media. That’ll definitely out him as the fraud he is. Then we’ll see who’s in control of the situation.

I walk back to the frat house, and go upstairs to my room. I get out my books and set up to study. I wasn’t paying attention in class today so it’s important I go over today’s work so that I don’t fuck it up in exams later on.

After I’ve read the same sentence about a hundred times, I shut the book. I can’t concentrate, and this is a problem. I get up and lock my door.

I lie down on my bed and pull down my track pants to reveal my soft cock. I reach for some lubricant next to my bedside table, and squirt some straight onto my shaft. I stroke myself, getting hard as I think about Noah jerking off my cock. I try to picture someone else. Declan? Kyle? A teacher? No, my thoughts keep returning to Noah as he looks at me with those raw eyes. Thefap, fap, fap,of me jerking my cock fills the room, and I know I should keep it down, but I can’t help myself. I bite my lip, still sore from where Noah bit it, and draw blood. The same blood I tasted last night as he violated me.

Although, I didn’t stop him. I probably could have. A secret part of me had wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to come inside me. I can still feel the warm rush of his seed filling my ass. The thought teeters me toward the edge as I stroke myself faster,applying the same pressure Noah applied to my cock while he fucked my ass.

My balls are constricting, and I grunt. I grab some tissues and come into them. I murmur Noah’s name at the same time, feeling satisfied with myself. I clean up, wracked with guilt for picturing my brother jerking me off. I am, without a doubt, gay, and I don’t want to hide that fact from anyone. How bad could it be to come out?

I get dressed again, and not a moment too soon because there’s a knock at my door. I toss the tissues and hide the lube before I go to the door and open it. “Hey Declan.”

“We found out who called the cops,” he says. “And we’re going to get revenge against him specifically.”

I feel the pit of my stomach bottom out. Please don’t let it be him.

“It was your stepbrother, Noah,” Declan says with a grin. “And we need inside information from you on how best to get back at him.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Adrian

I come downstairs and sit on the sofa as everyone talks amongst themselves. I look around, and I want to scream that I’m fucking gay and just see what everyone does. It makes me so fucking angry that I have to hide this part of me. The biggest part of who I am. I have to act like it doesn’t exist. I must pretend to like girls like everyone else. What if I can’t get an erection with a girl? What then? Pills? Taking Viagra for the rest of my life so that I can fuck a woman I don’t care about?

“Ace,” Declan says, waving a hand in front of my face.

I startle. “Sorry, I was in my own thoughts.”

“It’s fine,” he says. “We said that there must be some weakness of your brother’s that you know about.”

“To be honest, we don’t talk that much, we haven’t ever really been close. Noah hated the fact his father married my mother, and that I became his stepbrother. He’s been a dick to me since the day we met.”

“But you’re older and stronger, surely you just beat the crap out of him,” Kyle says.

“He’s... different,” I say. “There’s a danger about him I don’t like to mess with.”

“Are you saying you’re afraid of your brother?” Declan laughs. “Come on, Adrian, how can that be? You’re a football star, he’s an artist. There’s no contest. You’re also taller and stronger.”

I think about how Noah overpowered me for the kiss. And then the sex. “He’s stronger than he looks, and he’s crafty.”

Declan snorts. “As if. I bet I could side tackle that fucker to the floor and beat his ass.”

I feel a rage overtake me. “No!”

Everyone looks at me surprised.

“Are you defending him after what he did?” Declan asks, narrowing his eyes.

I clench my fists. “I just don’t think we should resort to physical violence. You’ll get written up,” I say through a clenched jaw.

Declan tilts his head to the side. “You are defending him. Would you prefer to be pledged to the Delta’s, Carter?” He’s dropped my nickname, which means I’m in shit. It almost instantly calms me down.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten who you’re pledged to?” Kyle suggests. “Do you need to be reminded?”

I look around at everyone, waiting for someone to defend me, but no one does.

“Strip,” Declan says at last.

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