Page 2 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Bullshit. He wanted to get off on the dean’s humiliation, which was one thing Levi and I could agree on. Dean Richards walked around here with his nose in the air, as if he were better than everyone else. He wasn’t so fucking high and mighty with Ravi’s cock shoved down his throat. He looked pathetically needy.
“Come on…” Levi tried to step in again, but I pushed him back.
“Go jerk off in the corner.”
Slater rolled his eyes from the corner he had tucked himself into and pointed at me. “Don’t tell him to jerk off. I don’t want to see that.”
Levi cocked a brow. “But watching your brother get serviced by the dean is okay?”
“I didn’t ask to see this shit either.”
Slater’s contempt wasn’t unusual considering Ravi was his twin brother. I wouldn’t want to be here either. Neither would their four-star general father, who was not happy that one of his precious sons sometimes swung his bat the other way.
“Look at it this way, Slay,” Levi gave him a playful tap on the shoulder. “How often will you have the chance to see what it would look like to fuck a guy?”
“That isn’t something I ever wanted to see.” Unlike his brother, Slater was a strictly pussy guy. Not that Levi cared.
“And if you call me Slay again,” he growled at Levi. “I will fucking punch you.”
Slater also didn’t do nicknames.
Levi’s hand snapped up, grabbing the back of Slater’s head.
“Come on,Slay,” he taunted while trying to push him closer to the gap in the door. “Take a peek. You know you want to.”
“Fuck off.” Slater smacked his arm off him.
“Will you two shut up?” I should’ve left them at home.
Those two had been pushing each other’s buttons since we were nine, living at the academy together. College wasn’t any different. It was more violent, though. Their stupid pranks evolved from plastic wrap on the toilet seat to surprise elbows in the gut.
“Yeah,” Levi playfully slapped Slater’s chest. “Be quiet.”
Slater smacked him back. “You be quiet.”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you back.”
Levi reached up and threw his arm around Slater’s neck while Slater grabbed a fistful of Levi’s collar.
Were they seriously wrestling in the closet? They were worse than toddlers.
“Knock it off,” I whisper-growled when they fell back, making a couple of hangers holding coats clatter.
But it was too late.
Dean Richards pulled his mouth off Ravi’s dick and swung his eyes around the room. “Did you hear that?”
If he found us, I was going to kill them both.
Holding my breath, I shot the two morons a dirty look.
They froze in their entangled position and blinked back at me.
Now they’re fucking quiet.
Thankfully, Ravi was a quick thinker.
