Page 3 of Lust

“He’ll get a penalty kick,” Alexei says. “Then we’ll call it even. You think that’s fair, Luke?”

“Yeah, that works for me.”

Fortunately, they let one of the more seasoned guys score the kick for us, and then we get back to the game, everyone acting like nothing happened.

But the interaction with Seth and Brad plays on a loop in my mind.

Brad and I were about to start fighting, weren’t we? You’d think I wouldn’t have a question about that, but it’s like I can’t access the memories and emotions that led up to us standing face-to-face.

After the game wraps up, we head back to the men’s dormitory. Like the main campus it adjoins, it has a Gothic aesthetic.

High arches. Vaulted ceilings. Stained-glass windows.

Decorating the exterior are a few statues of saints, angels, and the Virgin Mary—and even a few serpents and cherubs creepy enough to make me think the architect either feared religious imagery or had a hell of a sense of humor.

When we get to the showers on our floor, we divide up into the different stalls. Being one of the best universities in the country, you’d think St. Lawrence could invest in private restrooms in the regular dorm rooms, but no, we share a communal space like this is the fucking 1970s.

Six of the guys who were playing with us are showering, chatting with one another. Most everyone has been at St. Lawrence since freshman year, so they’ve all had a whole year to get to know each other. I, on the other hand, haven’t even been here three weeks, so it’s gonna take time to make friends.

As I scrub off, my mind keeps drifting through that awkward moment in the game, as if trying to remind me of something, and then it hits me like a fucking brick: Brad catching my tee and shoving me to the ground.

His asshole comments when I confronted him about it.

Heat flares in my cheeks as it all comes rushing back.

That fucking prick.

Thatasshole!

The knot in my chest is back, even stronger than when I was about to pummel his fucking ass. But despite getting riled up again, I’m relieved it’s all returning to me. And as I hear Brad chuckle in a neighboring stall, I’m about to rush out and take him on.

“You don’t mind.”

Seth’s words float through my mind, stopping me in my tracks.

I didn’t relax until he said those words. But why?

There’s a wild thought that maybe what he said had something to do with my change of heart. But that’s impossible.

My confusion around whatever the hell happened keeps me from starting shit back up. I finish my shower, throw a towel around my waist, and head out of the stall.

Seth and Brad are at their lockers, Brad’s bulky physique on full display. The size of those muscles reminds me how easy it would have been for him to overpower me in a fight. Those biceps of steel, the flesh as taut as his abs, as he lets his thick dick hang out, assuring me that the rumors Alexei told me about him being a sex god are likely true. A reminder that the world isn’t fair because a guy who’s a prick shouldn’t also know what to do with one.

As Brad finishes the combo on his lock and opens the door, he says, “You just gonna keep staring at it, Pretty Boy? Or did you want to play with it some too?”

I hadn’t realized how long I was staring at his junk until he said that.

He turns to me, putting it on full, proud display. His flesh glistens under the fluorescent lights as he stands there, nude except for a necklace with a cross that dangles between his pecs.

I force my gaze to his, moving close to him again. Despite this rage in me, my dick twitches again and my mouth is watering. Gonna pretend it’s just how hungry I am to kick his ass.

“I don’t know what your fucking problem is,” I say, bringing with me all the intensity I had before whatever the fuck happened that got me to calm my ass down.

“Hey, hey,” I hear from beside me, and Alexei inserts himself between us again. He’s damp, like he heard us starting up again and tossed on his towel quickly to intervene.

Brad and Seth glance at each other.

“You don’t mind.”

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