Page 69 of The Frathole
“How would you even know? You’ve had your face buried in your phone since I got here.” No doubt sexting with his boyfriend.
“I’m pretty observant. And I’ve noticed you guys have been getting awfully close recently.”
“What makes you say that?” I didn’t mean for it to come out so defensively, but it earns looks from both my guys.
“Last Friday night, you were hanging together, and you seemed cool.”
“Oh…yeah.”
“Things seem better since probation,” Lance adds.
Better? That’s an understatement. “He hasn’t done anything so bad.” Nope. Everything he’s done has actually been pretty great.
“That’s good,” Lance says. “Guess we just needed to get up his ass.”
Or maybe he just needed to get up in mine…
“You guys want to get together for some games tonight?” Lance asks.
“I was gonna head to bed early.” I don’t know why I’m saying it so weirdly—it’s not a strange thing—but it’s like I’m worried my buddy who knows me best will read all over my face,Because I’m planning on letting Ryan fuck me tonight.
But Lance shrugs. “Cool.”
I pick my phone back up and see a message from Ryan:I’ll be back from work around 8…
*
I prep beforeRyan returns to the house, and after he gets home, he hits up the bathroom for a shower to wipe the sweat and shopsmell off.
This gives me plenty of time to entertain my anxiety-ridden thoughts. I’m doing some last-minute browsing of the videos we swapped throughout the week, putting one on repeat as it shows a cock entering the guy’s ass. That’s what will be happening to me. Fuck. This is starting to feel very real.
When the water shuts off, I close the video and set my phone on my nightstand, but now I don’t have anything to do with my hands, so I look like a virgin sacrifice waiting for Ryan to come and deflower me.
Awkward.
I pick my phone back up and pull up my news app, but then I realize that’s not going to put me in the mood, so I tuck my phone in the nightstand, retrieve the box of condoms and the lube, and set them beside me. Although, it’s not like we need a whole damn box. I pull out part of the strip of condoms, and as I tear one at the perforation, I accidentally cut into the package, exposing the condom.
Smooth.
The door to the bathroom bursts open, the surprise jolting me, sending the box of condoms tumbling off the side of the bed. “Fuck,” I mutter as it rolls all the way to his air mattress.
Ryan stands in the doorway, his hair wet, messy, only a towel around his waist. I’m sure his towel always hangs this low, but I must admit, it’s a nice view of the ridges defining his waist, lines seeming to draw the eye down to what I know is under the towel.
He folds his arms, studying me. “Are you doing something adorable?” He winks, smirking like he’s feeling charming as fuck.
“Could you get that for me?” I ask, indicating the fallen box.
“All over it.” He retrieves the condoms and sets them on the nightstand, towering over me. “Come on, scoot.” I make room for him, and he crawls into bed, lying back on the pillow beside me,groaning. “How you feeling?”
“Honestly, fairly anxious.”
“Really?”
“I fumbled my way through prepping earlier, and then I’ve been thinking if it’s gonna hurt or if I’m gonna have a panic attack in the middle of it.”
His brows knit. “Maybe we pushed this too quickly.”
“What? No, no, no. I did not spend the day stressing and getting ready so that you can bail. Unlessyouwant to bail.”
