Page 68 of Bend Him, Break Him
Going back to Colton’s apartment was supposed to be Isaac’s reward for enduring the frat party tonight. Instead, he ended up in a crowded living room with damn near thirty drunken fools who were one clambering stumbling step away from campus security getting a noise complaint.
It took Isaac all of ten minutes to decide he was over the outgoing party scene and needed to drag Colton away.
“You know, the afterparty is a blast,” Isaac whispered, oozing sarcasm. “But I keep revisiting the bathroom blowie.”
“Oooooh,” Colton replied, playing it off as if he replied to another person.
“Your head game has gotten phenomenal,” Isaac continued.
“Maybe later we can revisit that,” Colton replied, nodding to someone and clearly about to drag the night out even later.
Isaac hummed. “You know, I kind of wanna revisit it now.”
Colton tsked. “It is far too crowded to just sneak off. I’d be a rude host.”
“Shame.” Isaac nibbled on Colton’s ear ever so subtly. “I was hoping to blow your mind this time.”
“Wait? What?”
“I didn’t stutter.” Isaac grinned. “And rarely gag. Something I’m sure you recall.”
Colton blinked, probably trying to wrap his mind around the idea of Isaac’s proposition.
“I’m going to get us drinks,” Colton said, trying to remain calm.
“I’m really only thirsty for one thing,” Isaac whispered.
“Oh. My. God. They’re gonna be the best to-go drinks you’ve had in your life.” Colton’s face burned bright red. “Relax, chat, I’ll make us something epic!”
Isaac smirked as Colton darted off into the kitchen. With no interest in small talk, Isaac wandered toward the bedroom while Colton made their drinks. Though, Isaac doubted they’d spend time sipping cocktails when he had big plans for their cocks tonight. As he reached the hallway and turned for the bedroom door on the immediate right, he bumped into someone and nearly stumbled backward.
“Watch it,” Leon hissed.
“What was that?” Isaac glared, not backing up an ounce as he took deep, menacing breaths. “Why the fuck are you here?”
“Got invited.”
“I don’t mean the afterparty, ass cunt.” Isaac eyed the door Leon was nearly pressed against, nearly wedged against since Isaac refused to back up.
“Got turned around looking for the bathroom.”
Isaac swiveled to stare down the very short hallway and saw the open bathroom door a grand total of three steps away. “How fucking hard were you looking?”
Leon scoffed in response and barged off. Isaac turned back to Colton’s closed door and gave the handle a good shake. It was locked.
“Sorry about that,” Colton said, moseying over with drinks in hand.
“It’s fine.” Isaac glared past Colton at the bathroom door where Leon was now holed up and hiding. “Your stalker was lurking around, probably trying to get inside.”
“Which is why I always lock my door. He seems to wanna be buddy-buddy with my roomie.”
Isaac yacked. “Here I thought Tim had decent taste.”
“My other roommate. We’re not close.” Colton wiggled his hip a bit to draw Isaac’s attention. “Keys in my pocket.”
Since Colton was carrying cocktails, Isaac reached into his pants and retrieved the keys.
“Uh-hmm?” Isaac made a face and held up the fifteen or so keys.
