Page 57 of Puck Shots
“They do, but I still want to be a KOK.”
It’s the first time I’ve actually called the frat by the acronym out loud. Cosmo has been bugging me try to embrace the word, but it wasn’t until now, with the way he’s implying Omega Delta Phi is better than the Kappa Omicron Kappa house, has me getting oddly defensive, and the way he stiffens a little when I do makes it all worth it.
“You still have time to see what else is out there. You wouldn’t want to miss out on something great because you were trying to fit in with the cool kids.”
Is he fucking for real?
“My brother was a KOK, too, and the guys in that house are more than just a bunch of jocks. We have three physics majors, five English majors, two arts and a dozen completing various business degrees.”
“How do you know that?”
“It’s a whole part of rushing KOK; they even quiz you on house history.”
He makes a “hmm” sound like he doesn’t really believe me, but I couldn’t care less. I can’t think of any other place I want to live while here at BU. I don’t have long to wait to find out if I get to stay, too. The vote is tonight, and I actually think I might make it in. Sam wanting me to adjust the program I created for the hockey team for the lacrosse team is probably helping boost up my votes. Cosmo says it’s not the only reason, but would they still want me if I didn’t have it?
“Well, if you change your mind, let me know. And no more daydreaming in my class, or there’ll not be enough extra credits to get you a passing grade.”
“Yes, sir,” I say as my mind instantly brings the image I was thinking of when I should have been listening back into my mind’s eye. Cosmo’s perfect big cock. My dick twitches, and I check my watch. Five after four. He’ll be on his way home from the gym soon. That means he’ll need to shower. His big dinner is tonight, and I can think of the perfect way to make sure he’s totally relaxed before then.
***
When I get to the house, I drop off my things, but before I can get up the stairs to wait in his room, Gareth calls me over from the common room.
“Yo, Eli, give us a hand,” he says, dragging a table across the old oak floors.
I jog over and grab the other end, helping him position it in front of the mantle.
“You nervous?” he asks, and I nod.
“Don’t suppose you want to tell me now and put me out of my misery?”
“Ha, no. Sam would kill me if I did that. There’s a whole induction process, you’ll see.”
“So what you’re saying is that I will still be around to see this process. I mean, I can’t imagine you’d tell me I need to find somewhere else to live, then make me watch the others get inducted.”
“What?” he asks, a deep, confused frown on his forehead.
“Never mind.” I laugh, and he shakes the confusion away.
“Come on, help me with the chairs, then you can get on with whatever you were headed upstairs for.”
My cheeks burn.
“I was just…the bathrooms still needed…”
He smirks.
“Everyone knows Luka is anal about the bathroom, no way you’ve been cleaning it all these weeks.”
“It’s not what you think,” I say, and he raises a brow.
“Sure it isn’t. So you’re telling me you have nothing to do with Flash walking around here all high and mighty?” he asks as he grabs a chair back in each hand and moves to place them behind the large table.
I grab one chair with both hands, lifting it just high enough off the ground that it doesn’t scratch the floor, and add it beside his two.
What is he talking about? I mean, Cosmo’s happy after our…time together, but I wouldn’t say he’s all high and mighty about making me come several times a day. How thin are those walls?
“I…”
