Page 15 of The Hookup Situation

He’s going slow and languid, drawing it out, legs spreading further and further, and I watch as his dick gets harder and precum leaks out. The caption reads,It’s good, but it’s nothing compared to your cock. Sure you don’t want another round?

Of course the same dick that hasn’t been able to get it up all week looking at a ton of other gorgeous guys is suddenly very interested in this. Damn it.

I should get rid of it. I will get rid of it.

Later.

The video ends before he comes, and I’m now sporting a painfully wicked boner.

Asshole.

I don’t respond, because at least I have enough self-control for that, and silence my phone, shoving it in my pocket and willing my hard on to deflate before I pull out my airpods and enter the auditorium.

Twenty minutes later we’re working on the scenes where Dr. Frank-N-Furter sneaks into Janet and Brad’s rooms disguised as each other and seduces them. I’m fucking furious when I keep picturing that blond-haired blue-eyed asshole underneath me instead of focusing on the person who’s actually there, and saying my fucking lines. I keep screwing up my performance, or lack thereof, because I’m missing my cues, missing my marks, saying my lines incorrectly. He’s got me all worked up and I want to strangle him for it.

If I don’t get my act together, pun intended, I’m going to ruin this play and I will not let that happen. It’s my dream role and I won’t let my fellow cast and crew members down. They’ve all worked way too hard to have me screw it up.

When our director tells us to take five because I’ve spaced out yet again and missed my line, I sigh. Brad, or rather Greg, the guy playing Brad, gives me a look that tells me to get it together because he doesn’t want to be stuck here all night.

When we walk off the stage the director, Dr. Miller, takes me aside.

“I’m worried about you, Jackson,” she tells me. “You haven’t been yourself at the last couple practices. Is everything okay?”

I sigh. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m really sorry. I’m going to do better.”

She looks at me with sympathy and I hate it. “It’s a big part. Maybe it’s too stressful for you? You look tired, hon. I can always have your understudy step in if —”

I shake my head. God, no, she can’t take this role away from me. “No, please, I swear I can do this. I want this part more than anything. I’m good, I promise. I’ll get more sleep. Please.”

She’s right though. I am tired. Rory and Lucy keep mentioning that, too, along with the fact that I apparently keep spacing out. But I can’t tell them what’s going on. They’d just tell me to reach out to the guy I can’t stop thinking about, and I can’t do that. They wouldn’t understand. As far as they know I’m just the guy who likes variety and sleeping with a different partner every night. What they don’t know is why, and that what I really want more than anything, is one person who’s head over heels for me. But I learned that wasn’t a realistic expectation a while ago.

“Look, you’re pretty, but you’re not dating material.”

“I’ve been seeing someone else, and we’re getting serious so I have to end things with us.”

“The sex is great, but you’re not really the guy people date. You’re the guy they fuck until they find someone they want to date.”

And I’m not foolish enough to think anything has changed.

She seems hesitant but nods. “Show me you can do this, Jackson. I gave you this part for a reason, and I want to see you succeed. But I have to consider everyone else, too. Get up there and prove to me that I didn’t make a mistake.”

I nod, and swallow. “Yes, Ma’am.”

That night I’m fuming when I get home. I managed to do better in rehearsal after I got the shit scared out of me that I was going to lose this role, so as long as I can keep my head on straight I should be okay. But I’m fucking pissed at him for sending me that video, and even more pissed at myself for watching it, and enjoying it.

I most certainly do not watch the second video he sent me of himself coming with the dildo inside him, his hole clamping down on it and his head thrown back as his thighs quake, moaning the way he did with me, his spunk spilling over those mouth watering abs.

I most certainly do not jerk off to it, and I most certainly do not have the most incredible and mind numbing orgasm of my life doing so.

Because I fucking know better.

Four days later it’s the night of the Halloween party at one of the frat houses near campus, and I am going to go and enjoy myself; dance, probably get drunk, and forget all aboutCurious2002. I’m going to get fucking laid, too, even if it’s just to spite him, because goddamn it, he is not the only guy out there and it’s time my dick remembered that.

PRESTON

“Any updates?” Mom asks as I’m standing in the bathroom adding the finishing touches to my pirate costume. I’ve got the black shirt and pants, knee high boots, red sash, and head scarf, and Chris was amazing and helped me do some fancy eye makeup so I look even more badass.

“Nothing to report,” I tell her. I know what she’s asking even though she’s not coming out and saying it. She wants to know if anything ever came of my attraction to the guy at the coffee shop. But I’m not ready to divulge anything yet. She’s been asking for updates almost every time we talk. I keep being vague, and I know it’s driving her crazy. I decide to give her something because if I don’t the poor thing might just die from curiosity.

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