Page 57 of Lust

Now that it doesn’t feel so primal and uncontrollable, it’s a tempting thought, one I’m surprised I’m so willing to entertain.

He winces. “If this is all a trick to get me to go to the party, then I want you to know it’s a very mean one.”

I laugh, then reach out and cup his cheek, running my thumb across his bottom lip. “But I still make you hard, don’t I?” I say, and he smirks subtly before I claim his mouth.

A few tongue-filled kisses later, we pack up and return to the dorms. We shower first, then head to my room, where I go through my costume bin. Among the options, I notice two pairs of wings, one white and one black. I figured best be ready if I needed to be an angel or a demon, depending on the occasion, which comes in handy now. I bought pairs of spandex shorts to go with them, and I’m pleased with how good Luke fills out his.

“You couldn’t have picked out an outfit with more clothes?” Luke asks as he assesses himself in the full-length mirror. He tugs his shorts down.

“You try to cover those thighs, you’re gonna end up showing dick, right?”

As he laughs, I adjust the straps on his wings, then fix the chain on his necklace so the link is behind his neck. I take a step back, studying his gorgeous body—the lines in his abdomen, that defined chest that’s just the right size. Fuck, this guy has the perfect body.

He glances himself over before saying, “I have a pair of white sneakers I can grab on our way out.”

“I doubt anyone’s gonna be looking at your shoes, but that sounds good.”

He takes another look in the mirror. “We look like sexy strippers.”

“We look hot as sin, and trust me, if you wore more than that to Alpha Alpha Mu’s Halloween party, you’d stick out like a sore thumb. But you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

He shrugs. “I like it. But going to the party together as an angel and a demon, people might think we’re an item.”

“If we’re wearing similar costumes, they’ll think we’re friends. When I have my tongue down your throat on the dance floor,thenthey’ll think we’re an item.”

He grins like he wouldn’t mind fulfilling that fantasy.

“But obviously,” I add, “if you don’t want them to think anything, I—”

“I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.” He moves close, hooking an arm around me so that his abs are tight against mine. “Now give me a kiss, demon.”

I do as told, and as we embrace, a rush of energy moves through me. Luke grabs my crotch, stroking my firm cock. “Oh, no.” I force away from our kiss. “I’m not letting you trick me into fucking around so you can get out of this party.”

“Trick you?” he says, playing shocked as he tugs my body closer, my hard-on rubbing along his abs with just the thin costume fabric between us. “But I’m an angel.”

“A very naughty angel.” I take his mouth again, and as I pull away, I say, “Which gives me an idea.”

I grab some glitter markers from my desk drawer. With the white, I writeSINNERon his right pec, and on mine, in the black, he writesSAINT.

Luke smiles. “The perfect touch.” We do a quick check, then grab his sneakers from his room.

It’s a bit of a walk to Alpha Alpha Mu, but it’s a nice enough night that we don’t need a jacket. And being Halloween, we’re hardly the only bare-chested guys en route to the frat, which looks more like a stripper convention when we get there.

Luke and I head inside and throw back Jell-O shots before grabbing drinks. I text Codes to see if he and Seth have arrived and discover they’re already out back. When we find them, Seth is in tight pants, pads, and a football jersey, his abs on full display. I have no doubt this was Cody’s handiwork.

As we approach him, I’m waiting for him to make some clever remark or say we look like boyfriends because of the matching costumes, but he nods and says, “Nice work.”

“You did a good job with yours too,” Luke says.

“Codydid a good job with mine. I don’t really give a fuck about these things, but he enjoys dressing his straight friend up, and I’ve learned he loves him a jock.”

He points, and we turn to see Cody flirting with Gage Lorde, tight end for the school team.

“He dressed you up as a football player and now he’s ditching you for a real one,” I tease, shaking my head with feigned disapproval.

He laughs. “I know, right? So sick.”

“But for some reason, I have a feeling you’ll still wind up waking in Cody’s bed.”

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