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Chapter 2: Always Another Party To Go To
I woke up to the sound of Jake shifting next to me, the mattress creaking under both of us in the bed that wasn't either of ours. He was still asleep.
For a second I forgot where I was, then it all came rushing back at once, the dark room, the freshman’s smooth body in my arms, his legs wrapped around me, the most amazing orgasm of my life, and then… Jake.
I didn’t want him to wake up yet. I didn’t want to talk about the night before. I stood up, and looked at myself in the mirror leaning against the wall. I flexed a little, admiring my own muscles that I had worked for.
I decided I should wear some clothes, and started looking around whoever’s messy room this was. I found my shirt eventually, and underneath it, balled up against the foot of the bed, a shirt that wasn't mine. Plain white, small, and mixed up with my clothes like it had been taken off and thrown there at the same time. I held it up.
"This isn't mine," I said, almost forgetting for a moment that Jake was there.
He opened his eyes and looked over at me. "That was… that guy’s."
I chuckled at the way he said it. I turned it over in my hands. The little freshman had left without it, slipping out of the room while I was still groping in the dark, looking for my underwear.
"Bring it with you tonight," Jake said. "See if you run into him again."
"We're not coming back here tonight," I said. “I’m taking you out.”
"There's always another party to go to I guess," he said, lifting the blanket off himself, his morning wood hanging out without shame.
“Bro, put that thing away!” I said, shielding my eyes.
“You’re kidding, right?” he said, raising his eyebrows at me. “After all I’VE seen at this point?”
“Guess you’re right,” I said still averting my eyes but dropping my hand.
“I wanna get some tonight, by the way,” he said as he scratched his balls. “You shouldn’t be the only one getting laid. Even if it was with a dude.”
“Yeah,” I said, looking around for my clothes, trying to look at anything besides Jake’s dick and ass, “Why not?”
—[]—
When we were both freshly showered, I grabbed Jake and we headed out for a tour of the campus, both of us acting like the night before hadn't happened, although Jake kept glancing at me sideways like he was waiting for me to bring it up again.
"You alright?" he said as we walked out the front door of the house.
"Yeah," I said. "Why."
"You've got a face."
"I don't have a face."
He narrowed his eyes at me. I just smiled back, trying my best to hide the thoughts spinning in my head. I didn’t really want to talk about it, not with him, not yet.
I gave him the real tour, not the kind I would've given to any random prospective student. We still saw the quad, the library, the building where I had a few classes, the dining hall that was strangely amazing even though people still complained. But we also saw the cool spots, where people would go to hook up if their dorms weren’t free. The “Turtle Pond” was a good spot, and when we walked by it, there was the aroma of someone having smoked weed nearby, and we saw two girls making out on a bench.
Jake’s jaw dropped. I was pretty sure he had never seen two chicks make out before. I let him have his moment, then grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him away.
“Stop staring, perv,” I said.
“That was awesome,” he said.
“Don’t act like such a freshman,” I said, chuckling as I oriented us toward the gym.
“So does everyone try something gay when they’re in college?” he said. I stared straight ahead, but I could hear the smirk in his voice even without looking at him.
“You punk,” I said, unable to restrain a little smile from appearing on my face.
He punched me in the arm, and then started running away, just like he had done since we were kids. I sighed, and chased after him.
—[]—
I pointed out where the gym was and told him I'd take him in the morning if he wanted to see it properly. He seemed into all of it, asking actual questions, nodding along, looking up at the buildings the way every prospective student looks up at buildings, like he was already trying to picture himself walking between them the next year.
I kept losing my train of thought. I'd be mid-sentence about the engineering building and suddenly I was thinking about the lightness of the freshman’s body in my arms, his ass enveloping my dick in the dark, the sound he'd made when I got all the way in, the purring noises he made that were just barely too masculine to pretend it was a girl.
I'd catch myself trailing off and have to backtrack, finish the sentence I'd started, point at whatever I'd been pointing at.
"You okay?" Jake said again, the third time it happened, this time with a little more edge in it, like he wasn't going to let me brush it off as easy this time.
"Yeah, sorry. My brain is mush. Didn’t sleep enough."
"Uh-huh." He didn't push it, but he was smiling a little to himself as we kept walking, and I got the sense he was enjoying watching me try to hide it.
—[]—
That night we ended up at a different house entirely, one I'd been to maybe twice before, mostly because a guy on my floor had invited us, and I wanted Jake to see more than just my own frat. It was a bigger place, louder, more people I didn't recognize, and the second we walked in, I had the small, specific feeling of being a guest in someone else's territory instead of the guy who already knew where everything was. It added more excitement.
Jake didn't seem to notice or care. He'd already found the pocket of slutty girls who were excited to see a new, male face. He was chatting it up with two of them by the time I caught up to him, completely in his element, in a way that made me weirdly jealous, if I was being honest. But I noticed I wasn’t exactly jealous of him. I was jealous of the girls. They were taking away my Jake time.
"Cole!" someone shouted from across the room, and a smaller guy with a backward hat on near the stairs lit up, turning toward the voice with his arms already opening for a hug. I didn't think anything of it until I followed the sound far enough to see who was attached to the name, and there he was.
The freshman.
Cole, apparently. I never got his name the night before. He was talking to his friend for a minute, the two of them doing some kind of long-time-no-see catch up. I spied on their genuine smiles, a hand on a shoulder. Then his eyes drifted past his friend's head and found me across the room, and his whole face changed, a smirk appearing slowly. I got the sense that he'd been hoping I'd show up.
"Oh shit," I said, nudging Jake. "That freshman is here."
Jake looked up from whatever direction he'd been looking in, which had definitely been a direction involving some girl's chest, and squinted, looking where I was looking. "Who?"
"Right there. By the stairs."
"Oh," he said, spotting him, his grin sliding into a more thoughtful look. "The dude who turned you gay for a day."
I rolled my eyes, but I didn't look away from Cole, and Cole didn't look away from me either.
He came over a few minutes later, but he didn't come to me. He walked straight up to Jake, ignoring me entirely, which threw me off enough that I just stood there for a second not knowing what to do with my hands.
"I found your shirt," I said anyway, because it was the only thing in my head, and it came out a beat too late, aimed at the side of his face since he was already looking at Jake.
Cole glanced back at me, amused. "I didn't have time to grab it."
"You should've just left your underwear."
"I wasn't wearing any."
I paused at the escalation of the moment. Jake opened his eyes wider.
"What about now?" I said, quietly.
Cole looked me dead in the eye.
"I wore a jock strap tonight."
I felt my whole chest go tight for a second.
Then he turned back to Jake like none of that had happened, and stuck his hand out. "I'm Cole."
"Jake." Jake shook his hand, and I watched Cole step closer to him, their bodies almost touching.
Oh shit, I thought to myself, as I watched something pass between them, some current I wasn't a part of. Jake's eyes did slow drag down and back up. I almost said something, but I didn’t.
"You go here?" Cole asked him, even though he had to already know the answer, just looking at the naivete on Jake’s face.
"Visiting. Thinking about next year."
"You should come to more parties like this one," Cole said. "Way better than the one last night."
"I heard last night's was pretty eventful," Jake said, and I could hear it the insinuating tone that he wasn’t coy enough to veil. He had decided to play along, his voice dropping into irony.
Cole grinned wider. "Depends who you ask."
"I'm asking you."
Cole paused, looking at him. I hadn’t expected reparté. I almost felt like even though Jake had spied on me fucking this kid’s brains out the night before, tonight, I was the voyeur.
"Then yeah. Eventful." Cole stepped in a little closer, close enough that Jake would've had to step back to put distance there, but he didn't step back. "You always this forward?"
"Only when something's worth being forward about."
I stood there watching this happen, watching the two of them lean into each other like I wasn't standing sixteen inches away, and I felt a slow, hot sensation climb in my chest.
"Okay," I said, louder than I meant to, stepping in between the two of them, a little more aggressively than I had meant to.
Cole looked at me, delighted. I realized that I had just confirmed what he'd been hoping for.
"There he is," he said, looking up at me.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He didn’t answer me. He put a hand on my crotch, just like the night before, but I didn’t move away. I knew people could see, but I didn’t care. I liked it.
He reached another hand around me and touched Jake’s hip. I felt a strange mix of fear and excitement.
"I already spotted an empty room two floors up. Let’s go,” he said, gently tugging on my crotch, while a girl standing nearby made a strange face at us.
Jake let out a short laugh, more surprised than anything. "Seriously?"
"Why not?" Cole said, echoing my own words back at me from that morning without even knowing it.
I looked at Jake. Jake looked at me, eyebrows up.
“The guy whose room it is - he's been downstairs all night. He’s hooking up with two girls right now. So we've got plenty of time."
And before I knew what was happening, Jake and I were following Cole up the stairs, our shoulders brushing while we nervously watched his ass move back and forth in front of us in his jeans, wondering what the fuck was about to happen.
—[]—
Cole shut the door behind us, and the bass from downstairs dropped to a low thump through the floor. He didn't waste time. He pulled his shirt over his head right away, tossing it onto a desk chair, and turned to face the two of us as we both just stood there, barely inside the doorway, like we'd forgotten how to move.
Cole dropped his pants, and his cock, which was too big for his small, boyish frame popped out. That snapped something loose. I started on my own shirt, and Jake did the same beside me, both of us still half watching Cole as he kicked off his shoes, and half watching each other, in pre-emptive shock that we were both going through with this. We paused, looking at each other as we reached for our belts.
He gave me a nod, and we dropped our pants and underwear at the same time.