chapter fourteen
Aston
“Re-rack, bro!”
Anderson and I are kicking Cash and his frat brother, Kyle’s, ass at beer pong. It’s about eleven-thirty and this is our third game. Despite being the champ, I’ve managed to get a pretty good buzz going.
Numb to the Feeling by Chase Atlantic is pouring through the speakers, the house is packed, and the vibes are immaculate tonight.
We sink our final cup, winning us the game. Since they lost, Cash and Kyle start to chug the rest of their beers. Deciding to go have a smoke now that that’s done, I make my way toward the back door.
“Yo, Aston!” I hear from the other side of the room. Looking over, I see Travis is here. Dude never comes to any parties at the frat house, so this is a pleasant surprise. Usually, I only ever see him in class or when I’m buying weed from his roommate.
Meeting him halfway, I give him a side hug.
“What’s up, my man? Did not expect to see you here!”
“I know. Thought I’d change it up for the night.”
“Cool, cool. I was headed outside for a smoke. Wanna come?”
“For sure, lead the way.”
Shoving through the crowd, we make our way out the back door, the fresh air feeling incredible on my overheated skin. As soon as we get off to the side on the back deck, I light up two cigarettes, passing one to Travis.
Taking a slow, deep drag, I let the smoke expand my lungs.
“So, how you been, man?” I ask him.
“Pretty good, no complaints. What about you?”
“Same. Some of my classes are better than others, but no major complaints either.”
Taking a drag of his cigarette, he looks at me through his lashes and says, “So, got some molly.”
“No shit? Where’d you get that?”
“My roommate works with someone who has a hook up… Want to?”
Bringing the cigarette up between my lips, I eye him while I take another drag. Last time I did this shit with Kalen over winter break, I barely felt a thing. Maybe this time, I’ll feel it more and can enjoy myself. Blowing out the smoke and smiling, I say, “I’m down.”
“Fuck yeah, bro. Let’s do this.” He rests the smoke between his teeth, reaching into his pocket, and pulls out a tiny baggie. He hands me a capsule stuffed full of snowy white powder, taking one for himself and tossing it back dry.
Taking one last hit, I put the cigarette out in the ashtray, tossing mine back in a similar fashion.
“Come on, let’s go back inside and get some drinks,” I say, walking back toward the door. I don’t wait for his response but know he’s following me.
If it’s possible, the house has gotten even more crowded in the ten minutes we’ve been outside. It has to be after midnight by now; the space buzzing with chit-chat, laughter, and debauchery.
Squeezing by several people, I make it to the kitchen, grabbing a beer for each of us. Twisting off the caps, I hand one to him, taking a long drink and enjoying the crisp flavor. I scan the room, seeing who’s shown up… seeing if a certain broody boy is here yet. And what do you know? Across the room, near the beer pong table, I spot him hanging with the guys. As if he can feel my gaze on him, he looks around the room, stopping only once his gaze meets mine. Unable to help the smirk that slides across my face, I raise my beer and tip my head at him before turning my attention elsewhere.
Shit, it’ll be fun to fuck with him tonight. This night got exponentially better, and the molly hasn’t even kicked in yet.
******
About forty-five minutes and another beer later, the drugs start vibrating through my veins and I’m feeling like I’m on cloud nine. Travis and I are chilling on the sidelines, watching everyone grind against each other on the makeshift dance floor.
Dirty Thoughtsby Chloe Adams starts playing, the bass pulsating through my body, and I need to move. Grabbing Travis’s hand and leading us to the middle of the room, I turn around to face him and start to sway to the beat.
I’ve never publicly done anything like this—dance or do anything remotely intimate with another man—but fuck it. I’m feeling great, the music is right, and we’re here to have a good time. No need to overthink anything.
The song changes to No Diggity by Blackstreet, and the room erupts with cheer at the throwback choice. Reveling in the electricity powering through me, I continue to move my body to the song. Something catches my eye, and I look to my right, seeing Knox standing against the wall, his eyes locked on us. Knowing I have his attention excites me more than it should.
Travis hooks his fingers through my belt loops, pulling me closer to him. Almost flush with his body, I put my hands on his hips, moving our bodies in sync to the music. Unable to help the glance in Knox’s direction, I’m surprised to be met with a gaze full of fury.
He’s pissed.
But why?
Biting my lip and turning my attention back to Travis, his pupils are so wide, his blue eyes look nearly black, his eyelids are heavy, and his cheeks are flushed—a powerful, sultry cocktail of drugs and lust. His hands on my shoulders and arms feel euphoric, and I suddenly need more—more contact, more touch, more of this feeling. The molly swimming through my veins—and possibly the knowledge that it’s making Knox jealous—is making me see Travis in a different light tonight. Sure, he’s an attractive guy, but if it weren’t for me rolling right now, I probably wouldn’t even consider this.
Cupping his face with both my hands, I bring my lips down on his. They’re pillow soft but firm at the same time. My tongue darts out, gliding against the seam of his lips, seeking entrance. Groaning when he opens up for me, my tongue explores his mouth. He tastes like Bud Light and nicotine.
His tongue collides with mine, and I’m surprised to find a barbell caressing my tongue. I had no idea the dude had his tongue pierced, and it feels fucking delightful. I can’t hold back the groan that escapes into his mouth as I fist my hands into the short strands at his nape, deepening the kiss.
Sometime during the dancing and the kissing, our positions have changed. Opening my eyes mid-kiss, they lock directly onto a very angry Knox.
He’s still watching us.
Just to be a prick, I lower my hands to grab Travis’s ass—which is actually a very nice ass—causing a moan to rumble from his throat. Smiling against his lips, my eyes drift closed, getting lost in his kiss once more.
Breaking apart, he looks up at me with dazed eyes. “Upstairs?” he asks, sheepishly.
“Yes, please,” I tell him, smiling and giving another glance at Knox—who is still staring. Taking his hand, I lead us toward the staircase. There are a few people littering the stairs, talking or making out, and they don’t pay us any attention as we make our way up.
Getting to the top, I head down the hallway. For as many times as I’ve been here this year, I’ve never been upstairs. Noticing the third door on the left is cracked open, I go that way. Peeking in, I see it’s empty, so I walk in, shutting it behind us.
As soon as the door is locked, he’s on me. Hungry lips crash against mine, hands flying to fist the collar of my shirt.
Eager little fucker.
His hands move to glide under my shirt, and a shiver travels through my body. The feeling of skin on skin is otherworldly with the drugs still coursing through our veins. Thrusting my hips out slightly, seeking any form of contact I can get, I’m blessed with his hips thrusting out to meet mine, feeling fucking elated to find he’s as hard as I am.
Other than the library incident with Knox, my experience in this realm of things is nonexistent. So to say I’m inexperienced is an understatement. Travis seems to have no qualms about taking the lead here, luckily, and drops to his knees before me.
Tugging my zipper, he lowers my jeans and briefs until they’re pooling around my ankles. My already hard cock juts up, begging for attention. A hot tongue swipes out, gliding across my slit, licking up the pre-cum that’s leaked out. Gasping at the feeling of his tongue on me, I bury my hands in his pale blond strands, letting my head fall back.
He licks my length from base to tip, looking up at me before swallowing me whole. My eyes roll back, fingers gripping his hair tighter, and I thrust my hips slightly until I fully bottom out down his tight, hot throat.
Jesus fucking Christ, this feels good.
Working my cock with skilled precision, he finds a good rhythm, bringing his hand up to squeeze and roll my balls just right.
“Shit, Trav. Your mouth feels so good,” I moan, continuing my thrusts down his throat.
Unable to speak, he moans around my length, causing wicked vibrations to soar through my cock, down to my balls. Looking down at him, I see him palming his own erection. The knowledge that he’s this hard from sucking me turns me on even more, and electrical currents race through my body to the tip of my dick.
As I feel my nuts start to draw up tight, there is a loud ass bang on the door behind me. Instinctively jumping, accidentally gagging Travis, I peer down at him, wondering what to do.
“Uh,” I clear my throat. “Room’s occupied.”
“Open the fucking door.” My breath catches at the deep, pissed off voice on the other side.
Knox?!
It couldn’t be… could it?
Fumbling with my pants, I finally get them back up. Travis looks as confused as I do when I toss him one more glance before unlocking the door and opening it to find a furious Knox.
“What the fuck do you want?” I lift my brow, leaning against the doorway.
Looking over my shoulder, he pins Travis with a look of death. “Get the fuck out,” he growls at him.
Whoa.
“How about you get the fuck out, dude,” Travis spits back, standing his ground. “We were here first.”
Shoving me aside, he grabs Travis by the collar. “Don’t make me kick your fucking ass, dude. I said get the fuck out.”
He damn near throws him out of the room, like a goddamn caveman, shocking the hell out of me. I can’t even find it in myself to say or do anything. I should probably leave the room with Travis, not give Knox any ounce of satisfaction, but my feet stay securely planted on the ground.
What the fuck is his problem?
Glancing back at me, all venom and fire, he says nothing, just seethes.
“What the actual fuck was that about, Knox?” I finally ask him, crossing my arms over my chest. My mind is still fuzzy from the molly, and the boner inside my pants is throbbing, and I hate that the angry way he’s watching me is turning me on more. I want to kick his ass and jump his bones in equal measures, and if that isn’t just confusing as fuck.
He huffs, narrowing his eyes at me. “I could ask you the same fucking thing.”
“Uh, care to elaborate, Hulk boy?”
“Do you go around blowing everyone?”
Tossing my head back, I bust up laughing. Is he serious?
He bares his teeth as his face screws up in a mixture of confusion and anger. “What is so fucking funny, Aston?”
“You! You can’t be serious, dude.”
He crosses his arms, matching my stance. “Do I look like the joking type?” he deadpans.
“No, you most definitely have a permanent stick up your ass, but you’re way out of line here, Finny”
At the sound of his hated nickname, he grabs me by my shirt, spinning us until my back is slammed against the door. My cock twitches as he brings his face mere inches from mine. “You’re never going to fucking learn, are you?”
Smirking, I shrug my shoulders. “Guess you’ll just need to punish me.”
Stunned silent and probably unsure how to respond, he stares at me for a moment before shaking his head subtly and crashing his lips down on mine.