Page 45 of Hide and Seek
The guards are probably bored out of their skulls right now, and they love to harass male students who walk by their little booth just because they can.
Everything about the house is extravagant and extra, even compared to the towering Gothic mansion I live in, and the mansion where high-ranking senior members and the leaders live is basically a smaller, more opulent version of Hamilton House.
Visually, the campus is an interesting mishmash of architectural and design themes running from ancient to modern times, but in practicality, the dorms and frat houses are just a metaphorical dick-measuring contest for the alumni and founders of each house to show off their wealth and try to outdo one another.
One of the Belmont guards pokes his head out from the little gatehouse, his shiny M4 carbine rifle in hand and his finger on the trigger. I keep walking, and he ducks back into the gatehouse without a word.
I pick up my pace again when I’m clear of Belmont and cut across one of the many quads. It doesn’t escape me that I’m taking the long way to Hamilton House, and that’s entirely because I need a few minutes to clear my head before I face my brother.
I have to admit that I’m impressed with how fast Myles picked up on my clues. The chess piece was obvious, and it was entertaining to watch him stare at it like it held the secrets to the meaning of life after he found it.
The clock hands were a bit of a gamble since I didn’t know if the displayed time was set on purpose or if it was just random. But he noticed the change almost as soon as he was in front of it.
I assumed he’d also notice that his shadow cube was moved since he’s even more particular than Jace when it comes to where stuff is on his desk, but I wasn’t sure if he’d notice that I solved it. He did, of course, and that proved that not only is Myles observant as fuck, he’s also a worthy opponent.
I bite back a smile at the mental image of him holding up that last sign, a big grin on his face. He accepted my challenge, but how long will it take him to figure out why I left the clues I did?
It also hasn’t escaped me that he didn’t seem all that put out by the fact that I was in his room at all. Even when he was wandering around and searching for my clues, he didn’t look scared or anxious. He was curious and excited.
So excited that he wrote me more messages and asked if I wanted to watch him jerk off.
He doesn’t know this, but I’ve watched him get off multiple times since that night in the woods, but it’s always been while he’s under his blankets, so the only thing I can see is his hand moving under the sheets, and his face as it twists up in pleasure. One time, I got to watch him use a toy on himself, but he was under the covers, so all I saw was him on his knees as he fucked himself and buried his face in his pillow to stifle his cries.
Watching him get off was almost as hot as what happened in the woods, even if I didn’t get a chance to touch him. He chose to put on a show for me, and he enjoyed it every bit as much as I did.
Would he like knowing that I jerked off with him? That I came as hard as he did and nearly fell out of the damn tree because my orgasm was that strong?
Would it freak him out to know that I was listening to him through the camera feed while he was showing me what’s mine?
One of the hottest things about that night in the woods, and just now in his window, is how Myles doesn’t hide himself. He’s loud and unrestrained, and the only time I’ve seen him evenattempt to stifle his cries was the night he fucked himself with his toy.
My body tightens, and my dick goes half hard as I remember how unapologetic he was after that night in the woods. How his biggest concern was me leaving him to find his own way back home, and the way he giggled and thanked me with that bewildered expression. He owned what we did, and I doubt he spent the break torturing himself and freaking out if his first instinct when he knew I was not only watching him but had been in his room was to jerk off for me.
I don’t know why he started this. Maybe it was just to take a walk on the wild side and get his freak on, but then again, it doesn’t really matter. Now that he’s imprinted on me, he’s mine until I decide he isn’t.
The massive silhouette of Hamilton House looms over me as I approach the gate and tap my card on the sensor next to it. The courtyard is empty as I cut across it, and there are only two windows lit up: my and Jace’s room and another room on the second floor on the other side of the building. As far as we know, there’s only one other student staying in the house right now.
I don’t really give a fuck if this guy is around, but he and Jace have a history, and my brother has been bent out of shape about it since he found out and hasn’t shut up about it. At least he’s on the other side of the building, so we don’t have to worry about him being in our faces for the next week.
Our room is quiet when I step inside. Jace is at his computer, his attention on his screens and his headphones on.
I’m just closing the door behind me when I feel the slightest shift in the air, like a whisper of a breeze moving over the back of my neck.
I react out of instinct and whirl around, kicking the door closed with a sweep of my foot. A dark figure rushes at me,closing in so fast I only have half a second to drop my shoulder and brace for the hit I don’t have time to avoid.
The figure smashes into me, and the impact is hard enough to knock me back a few paces. I manage to stay on my feet and grab the asshole around the waist as he tries to take me to the floor. He’s bigger than me, but I’m able to get under him and knock him off balance.
He stumbles and pitches toward the floor. I clamp my arms around his waist and haul him back to his feet and steady him.
“Asshole,” I say to my cousin Xavier, or Xave, as he’s always been called, and let go of him.
He grins and flips his hair back off his forehead. “Almost got you that time.”
“It’s cute you think that.” I shoot him a smirk and pat his shoulder in the most condescending way I can.
He slaps my hand away as Jace slow claps, a big grin on his face. “Now that’s quality entertainment.”
“Fuck off,” I tell my brother and give Xave a little shove as I pass him to get to my side of the room.
