Текст книги "Games Frat Boys Play "
Автор книги: Todd Gregory
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Chapter 7
Igot out of the car and took a deep breath. I hadn’t set foot in the house since Initiation Night. I’d skipped the end-of-semester party—I really didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. The last time I’d walked into Beta Kappa I’d been fifteen pounds heavier, wore glasses, and looked like a total dork. I hadn’t really known how to dress right, didn’t have the slightest clue how to eat right, and had never set foot in a gym. As a pledge, I’d been a wide-eyed innocent just looking for a place where I could belong, make friends, and be myself.
I was a different person now, and my brothers were about to find out how much I’d changed.
I leaned back against the car. The house was all lit up for the party. The door to the backyard from the foyer was open, and I could see some brothers gathered around a couple of kegs. The deejay was lugging in crates of equipment, and some guys were seated at the picnic tables in the backyard. It had rained most of the day, and as the sun had gone down a thick fog had blanketed Polk. The street lamps glowed through the heavy mist. The parking lot was full, and I recognized some of the cars.
I almost got back in the car and headed back home. Don’t be an idiot, I chided myself. Remember how everyone at Fusions reacted to you that first time. Every time you’ve been back there you’ve met several guys, and you haven’t gone home alone once. Chad is in for the shock of his life.
That thought made me smile a little bit. In the six weeks since that horrible night when Chad dismissed me as beneath his notice, I’d replayed the scene hundreds of times in my head. I’d played it pitch perfect, never giving him the slightest clue how much he was wounding me. I was proud I’d not given him a single hint of how he was destroying me with a smile on his lips. I’d never forget that he’d been smiling as he cut me off at the knees and poured salt into the wounds. I would never forget those words as long as I lived.
“You’re funny and sweet and a lot of fun to be around. But you just aren’t my type. I like guys who take care of themselves.”
My mouth twisted as I forced the humiliating memory out of my mind again. After all, he hadn’t just come right out and called me a disgusting, fat pig unworthy of the great Chad York—but he might as well have.
I smoothed my red pullover down over my now-flat stomach. The sleeves had been rolled up to the top of my biceps, and my low-waisted jeans fit snugly and showed my new ass off beautifully. Go inside, I ordered myself. You look great and you know it. Everyone is going to be amazed. Don’t be so nervous, you’re just being ridiculous.
I must have changed my clothes about twenty times, trying to figure out what showed my body off to its best advantage. Should I wear a muscle shirt showing off my now-defined shoulders and arms? Or something with sleeves? Black jeans or low-rise blue? Unable to make up my mind, I’d finally called Jeff and Blair for help.
“I don’t know what your problem is,” Blair had drawled after I showed them my third option. “You look amazing, Jordy. You look great in everything.”
“You’re sweet.” I smiled at him. “But I want to look perfect. I want everyone to notice me.”
“There’s no such thing as perfect,” Jeff replied, shaking his head. “You’ll make yourself crazy that way. That’s a path you don’t want to go down. Trust me—you’ll never be satisfied. You’ll wind up with an eating disorder or juicing or something equally awful.”
“Easy for you to say,” I replied, pulling the blue shirt over my head and tossing it back on the bed. “It’s effortless for you—for both of you.”
“Effortless?” They looked at each other and laughed.
“Girl, you have no idea how much work I have to put into looking this fabulous,” Blair replied. “And it’s a neverending struggle.” He patted his flat stomach. “I gained so much weight in Europe over the break.”
“You’re not the only one,” Jeff added. “I never should have let you talk me into going to Italy for that weekend. All that pasta!” He groaned. “I’ll never be able to get back on the bar again if I don’t get my definition back.”
“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes. The gods had gifted Jeff with a perfect body. “Stop fishing for compliments. You both look flawless, and what’s more, you always do.” I frowned at myself in the mirror. “You’re sure these jeans don’t make me look fat?”
“Stop freaking out so much.” Jeff walked up to me and put his arm around me. “The point is, Jordy, we are all our own worst critics.” He squeezed me. “We don’t see ourselves the way others do.” With his free hand, he reached down and pinched his waist. “See?”
“There’s nothing there, Jeff,” I replied, grabbing my own waist. “Look at this disgusting flab.”
“Stop it, Jordy,” Blair commanded. “For one thing, that’s just extra skin from losing weight so fast. For another, those jeans look great on you and you know it. As for you, Jeff—there’s not an extra ounce of fat anywhere on your body.”
“And I know that.” Jeff nodded, frowning down at the little bit of skin pinched between his fingers. “But no matter how many times I tell myself, I can’t get it out of my head that it’s fat.”
“That’s crazy,” I replied. “You get up on a bar and dance in a thong, Jeff. People ogle you and give you money because you’re hot.”
“No crazier than you’re being right now.” Blair came up on the other side of me. “You look fantastic in everything you’ve shown us. I don’t think there’s anything you could wear that would look bad on you. But”—he gestured to the bed—“if I had to choose something, I’d wear that tight red shirt with the low-rise jeans. You look great in red. It’s a good color for you. It also makes your shoulders and pecs look huge. And those jeans really show off your ass.” He smacked my ass to emphasize his point and laughed. “You know your ass is hard as a rock, right?”
“I love you guys,” I said, my lower lip trembling and my eyes filling with tears. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve two friends like you.”
“Aww.” They enveloped me in a big hug.
“Now get dressed and let’s get going,” Blair instructed.
So I put on the red shirt and the low-rise jeans, smoked a joint with them in the car on the way to the house, and now stood in the parking lot, looking at the house. They’d already gone in, and still I stood there summoning up the nerve. I could hear Lady Gaga blaring from the party room. The backyard was filling up with people drinking and laughing. I bit my lower lip. My stomach was churning. You’re being stupid. Remember how people react to you at Fusions. Everyone at the house is going to be blown away by how you look now.
But the only person whose opinion mattered was Chad.
You’re beautiful now. His jaw is going to drop, and he is going to want you. He’s going to take you up to his room, and undress you, and you’re going to finally get to fuck that gorgeous ass. You’ve had plenty of practice. You’ve learned how to drive a bottom crazy with pleasure. Chad is going to have his mind blown, and he won’t be able to get enough of you, and he is going to love you—didn’t he say the only thing wrong with you was your body? And you’ve taken care of that. You’re perfect for him now.
I lifted my chin. “Come on, Jordy, let’s go party.”
I walked up the sidewalk to the back door. I paused at the door and took one more deep breath, and walked through the door.
“Wow!” Jacob Hinton did a double take as I walked up to the keg. “Dude, you look amazing!”
I laughed and grabbed a cup. “Thanks. You look great, too.” I started filling my cup with beer. I had just lifted it to my mouth when someone smacked my ass. I looked over my shoulder at Jon Preston. “Christmas sure agreed with you,” he said, as he looked me up and down. “What the hell happened to you?”
“I just decided to start taking better care of myself, is all.” I sipped my beer. The buzz from the joint I’d smoked with Blair and Jeff was starting to wear off a bit. I couldn’t help but smile to myself. The reactions from the brothers were everything I could have hoped for, and with each compliment my confidence grew. I got another beer and felt myself starting to relax. Some of the gay brothers were checking me out, which was incredible. Jacob and Jon both flirted with me, and I flirted right back with them. I kept an eye out for Chad but didn’t see him anywhere. I danced and got a third beer. I was developing a taste for it, even though it wasn’t on my diet. The hell with it, I thought. I’ll just do another half hour on the elliptical tomorrow and that’ll take care of it.
I finished that beer and headed down the first-floor hall to the bathroom. Chad’s door was closed, and I noticed the lights were off. I wondered where he was as I pushed my way through the saloon doors—
–and ran into Roger.
“Jordy!” His face lit up with a broad smile. He looked me up and down. “You look—I mean, wow, you look amazing.”
My heart sank and my face flushed. He was the last person I wanted to run into. “Thanks,” I replied, stepping up to a urinal. I unzipped my pants, hoping he’d leave.
He didn’t. He turned to a sink and started washing his hands. I finished and zipped up my pants. “You want to smoke a joint?”
I considered it for a moment. I was getting a good buzz from the beer, but the high I’d enjoyed earlier was gone. What the hell, I thought. I’m not going to let anything happen with him, anyway. “Sure.” I smiled at him. “That would be nice.”
We went to his room and he locked the door behind us. I sat down at his desk chair while he rolled one. “I called you a few times, but you never called me back,” he said, lighting it and passing it to me. “Why? Are you avoiding me?”
“Um, I was busy.” I inhaled deeply.
He blinked slowly. “I wanted to apologize to you,” he said. “And you don’t have to worry about me trying anything again.” He held up both hands.
“You don’t need to apologize to me.” I felt bad. He’d thought I was avoiding him because I was mad at him. I hadn’t even given Hell Night a second thought. “I could have stopped it from happening.” And for God’s sake, it was just a fucking blow job.
“What happened between us on Hell Night was a mistake.” He took the joint back from me. “I don’t want you to feel awkward about it. It was totally my fault. And I’m sorry.” He took a big hit, blowing the smoke out with a smile. “You’re my little brother, and I want us to be friends. Just friends, Jordy. You don’t have to worry about—”
“Oh, Roger, don’t feel bad about it. It just happened.” I shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
“No, I feel bad because I took advantage of you. You were drunk and upset about Chad, and I—”
I started laughing. “Let’s just forget about it, okay, Roger? Really, it’s okay.” Impulsively I gave him a hug—which he held on to for just a moment too long. I pulled back and smiled at him. “Speaking of Chad, where is he? I haven’t seen him at the party, and his lights are off.”
“Chad moved upstairs,” Roger replied. “I’m not surprised you didn’t see him at the party.” He made a face. “He doesn’t seem to want to let his boyfriend out of his room.”
“Boyfriend?” I couldn’t have heard that right. “Chad has a boyfriend?”
“I know, right, can you believe it?” Roger laughed. “Poor thing has no idea what he’s let himself in for.” He shook his head. “He’s hot, too.” He touched my arm. “There but by the grace of God goes you, right?” He peered at me. “You are over Chad, aren’t you? You don’t still—”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I replied, giving him my phoniest smile. I faked a shudder. “I can’t even imagine how miserable I’d be. I don’t even want to think about that.” A boyfriend? He has a boyfriend? I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach. I somehow managed to keep talking, or rather responding, to Roger as a weird numbness crept over me. Get ahold of yourself. Just because he has a boyfriend doesn’t mean it’s going to last, and you need to make sure he has no idea how you feel. You can do this. You can act like it doesn’t bother you in the least.
But part of me wanted to just get in my car and go home.
“He seems nice, too,” Roger prattled on. “They apparently met at Fusions Wednesday night.” I’d wanted to go but stayed home in case Chad showed up and spoiled my planned surprise, damn it all to hell, but on the other hand it would have sucked to have seen them meet and hook up. This was better. “Apparently he has a really good job, and seems smart, too. He graduated a couple of years ago and bought a house out in Avignon—”
“Avignon?” It sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
“It’s a suburb just west of town,” Roger explained. “Polk’s one suburb.” He laughed. “Chad of course enjoyed every second of introducing him to me.” He shrugged, his eyes glittering with malice. “Of course this guy’s only seen the good side of Chad and has no clue it’s all an act. Chad is such a douche bag. I mean, they’ve been together what? All of three days? And Chad’s already acting like they’re ready to head to Canada and get married.” He laughed again, rolling his eyes. “They barely know each other—once this guy gets to know him better he’ll be heading for the hills fast enough—like all of Chad’s boyfriends do.”
It’s only been three days, that’s not really long enough to fall in love, they hardly know each other, I’m sure after they spend some more time together Chad will realize he’s all wrong for him and be ready to move on, I can’t believe this is happening, I should have fucking gone to Fusions Wednesday night, what the hell was I thinking, all of this work was for nothing . . .
“But I’m sure Chad will bring him out of his room. He’ll want to show him off.” Roger sighed. “I know I would.”
“You’ll meet someone, Roger,” I replied absently, pulling myself together again. I couldn’t hide in Roger’s room all night, and I wasn’t going to flee the party. So, Chad had a boyfriend? It was a temporary complication, that was all, and I just had to be patient. I stood up and patted his shoulder. “Thanks for the joint, but I’ve got serious cotton mouth now. I’m going to get a beer, maybe dance for a while.” I smiled at him. “Promise me you won’t just stay in here all night.”
“I’ll see.” He shrugged. “If you want to smoke some more, just knock.”
“Roger.” I put my hands on my hips. “You’ve got to stop hiding in your room. Promise me you’re going to come out to the party. You’re never going to meet someone sitting here all alone. The perfect guy for you could be out there right now wondering where his perfect guy is—and you’re trapped in here.”
“That’s really sweet of you—”
“I’m serious.” I tapped my foot. “If we’re going to be friends, Roger, you’re going to have to listen to me.”
He nodded. “Okay, you’re right. I’ll be out there in a bit.” He looked down at his clothes. “I might want to change.”
“If I have to I’ll drag you out by the hair,” I teased. I put my hand on the doorknob. “Got it?”
He smiled. “Thanks, Jordy, for caring. And you really do look amazing.”
I closed the door behind me and ran to the bathroom. I turned on the cold water spigot and splashed water on my face, trying to get my breathing under control. I looked at myself in the mirror. “It wasn’t all for nothing,” I told myself. “This won’t last, and I’ll be right there to pick up the pieces when they break up, and Chad will see I’m the right one for him.”
I felt a little better about the situation. I just had to be patient. It wouldn’t last—Roger was right about that.
I smiled at myself. Of course it would happen.
After all, I was the right guy for Chad.
This guy, whoever he was, was just a momentary distraction.
I walked back to the party. The deejay was playing “Evacuate the Dancefloor” by Cascada, and I started dancing in place while I poured myself another beer from the keg.
“You’re a good dancer,” a guy said when I passed the tap over.
“Thanks.” I smiled at him, thinking to myself, Wow!
He was short, maybe five foot six, but he had to weigh at least 190 pounds. He was wearing a faded pair of jeans that gripped his huge legs and a yellow, short-sleeved pullover stretched tight over a massive set of pecs. His waist was small, and he was cute with short, curly dark hair, blue eyes, a smattering of freckles across his snub nose, and an endearing smile. “Are you one of the new brothers?” he asked as he filled his cup. “I was studying in London last semester.”
“You’re Mike Van Zale!” I smiled, holding out my free hand to shake his. At the same time my heart sank a little. He was one of Jeff’s little brothers and unfortunately was straight. He’d been dating the same girl since he was a sophomore in high school, and she was a sister at Delta Gamma. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Blair and Jeff are my next-door neighbors. I’m—”
“Jordy Valentine.” Despite his small frame, his hand was bigger than mine. “Jeff’s told me a lot about you, too.” He smiled, and I noticed one of his front teeth was chipped a little bit. “I’m glad we’ve finally met.” He gestured around the room with his beer cup. “So, are you enjoying being a Beta Kappa?”
“Yeah.” I took a big gulp from my beer. “It’s great. I love it here. Smartest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
“You’re supposed to be really smart, right?”
“I guess.” I shrugged. “I made the dean’s list last semester.”
He winked at me. “Well, I might need help with one of my classes this semester.” He rolled his eyes. “I fucking hate economics.”
“Oh, well, it’s really not that hard, it just takes a basic understanding—”
He held up his hand. “It’s a party—we can talk about econ some other time, okay? But would you be willing to help me, if I need it? I really struggled with macro, and I’m really worried about micro.”
“I’d be glad to.” I grinned back at him. “Just get my number from Jeff and we can set something up.”
“Great.” He winked again and headed out to the dance floor.
I watched him go, cursing at myself. He wasn’t flirting with you, dumb-ass, he’s straight. He was just being nice because he wants you to help him study. But Christ, what a waste of an amazingly hot guy! I hope his girlfriend appreciates what she has in him.
I decided to go outside and get some air. As I walked to the door to the backyard, I saw them coming toward me. They were holding hands, and Chad hadn’t noticed me yet. All of his attention was squarely on the guy he was with, and my heart sank even further when I got a good look at him.
I can’t compete with that.
He was taller than Chad, which meant he had to be around six foot four at the least, and he had to weigh about 240 pounds. Chad had a great body, but this guy dwarfed him. His biceps were about the size of my head. He had bluish black hair; big, round brown eyes; and perfectly white, even teeth. His skin was olive, and his eyelashes looked dewy. He was built like a football player, and there was no excess fat anywhere. He looked like he could bend steel bars in his powerful hands. I tried to duck back out of sight before they saw me but was too slow.
“Jordy!” Chad’s entire face lit up with a smile. He and his impossibly perfect boyfriend walked toward me, and I plastered a phony smile on my face.
I wanted to be anywhere else in the world at that moment—preferably a monastery high in the Himalayas.
“Hi, Chad.” I tried to make my voice sound light and jaunty. “How are you?”
“Great!” His eyes flicked up and down my body. “I really like that shirt. This is Dante Bertucci.” He smiled. “My boyfriend.”
“Jordy, hi.” Dante’s voice was deep and his smile was genuine. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Don’t believe a word.” I smiled back in spite of myself. His grin was infectious. He grabbed my hand in one of his huge ones and pumped my arm.
“Oh, it was all good,” he said, smiling at Chad. “Chad couldn’t say enough nice things about you.”
I’ll just bet, I thought, still smiling.
“Will you two wait for me here?” Dante said. “I’ve really got to use the bathroom.”
We said we would, and I watched him walk away. His tight jeans looked great on his big, hard ass.
“Isn’t he gorgeous?” Chad whispered.
“Where did you meet him?” I somehow managed to keep my voice light.
“At Fusions on Wednesday,” Chad replied.
Thanks for calling me. “I’ve never seen him there before,” I observed.
“Oh, he broke up with his long-term boyfriend a couple of months ago, so he hasn’t been out in years. I was just fortunate to be there the night he finally decided to get out of the house again.” Chad lightly punched me on the shoulder. “If I hadn’t been there, some other queen would have snapped him up like that.” He snapped his fingers. “Can you believe my luck?”
Obviously there’s no justice in the universe was what I wanted to say, but instead I just nodded.
“He’s an architect,” Chad went on. “You should see his house—he designed it himself. It’s gorgeous.”
He kept talking, but I wasn’t listening. The high from the pot I’d smoked and the slight buzz from the beers I’d drunk were both gone.
He hadn’t even noticed that I looked different.
I might as well have been part of the furniture for all he cared.
I was stupid to think I could turn myself into someone Chad would want—he wants guys like Dante, and there’s no way I can measure up or compete with guys like that.
All of my hard work had been for nothing.
Dante came walking back toward us. The music had switched again to the Black Eyed Peas’ “I Gotta Feeling.”
“I love this song. Let’s dance!”
“Okay.” Chad turned to me. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Don’t be silly.” Dante smiled at me. “Come dance with us, Jordy. I’m looking forward to getting to know you.”
Chad gave me a look I completely ignored. “Okay!” I smiled back at Dante and followed the two of them out onto the dance floor.
We danced through that song and stayed out there through the next three. At some point, both of them removed their shirts. Dante tried to get me to take mine off, but I refused. There was no way I was going to stand next to the two of them and have my pitiful body compared to their godlike ones.
It was during the fourth song, “My Life Would Suck Without You,” that I couldn’t take it anymore. They started singing to each other, and put their arms around each other and kissed. I escaped, doubting they would even notice. I grabbed another beer and wandered away down the dark hall of the dorm. It was taking everything I had to not cry.
A door opened to my right. “Hey, Jordy!”
I turned. “Oh, hi, Mike.”
“Are you okay?” He peered at me in the dim light.
“Fine,” I replied, turning a bit so he couldn’t see my face.
He laughed bitterly. “I’m not.”
“What’s wrong?”
“My stupid girlfriend dumped me.” He wiped at his eyes. “We’ve been together five years, and tonight she decides to tell me she’s not in love with me anymore.”
“I’m so sorry.”
To my horror he started crying. Not knowing what else to do, I put my arms around him and hugged him. His arms went around me and he pulled me in close. He put his head down on my chest and sobbed.
“Maybe we should get out of the hall,” I said. “I mean, you don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you?”
“Good point.” He pulled me into his room and shut the door.
He had a single room, with a double bed pushed up against one wall. There was a desk on the opposite wall, and there was a poster of Pamela Anderson in her Baywatch bathing suit taped to the wall over the desk. The curtains were closed, and I could hear “Fergalicious” coming from the Great Room.
I sat down on the bed.
“Can I ask you something?” He sat down on the bed next to me, almost uncomfortably close.
I nodded. “Sure.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“What?” I stared at him. “Mike, you’re straight.”
“I know it’s weird, but I really need someone.” He put his hand on my leg. “I like guys, I just like girls better.” He sighed. “But right now I need to be with someone, okay, and I don’t want to be with another girl.” He slammed his other fist down on the bed. “I don’t know if I want to be with a girl ever again.”
He’s vulnerable, Jordy, and a little drunk. You don’t want to do this. He’s going to regret this in the morning, and you’re only doing this because of Chad and Dante.
But he’s awfully hot.
I kissed him.
Our arms went around each other. We fell backward onto the bed, and he rolled over on top of me. My legs wrapped around his waist, and his tongue entered my mouth. Our crotches ground together, and I could feel he had a huge cock inside his jeans. I pulled his shirt up over his head. His chest was amazing. The pecs were perfectly formed and huge, and he had large pink nipples. I kissed one, and then the other. His body shuddered, and he started grinding his crotch into mine again. I put my hands on his big, thick arms. They were hard, no give to them at all. He pulled my shirt up and off, lowering himself back on top of me. He started kissing my neck while I fumbled with his jeans, finally undoing the button fly and pushing them down. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and smiled at me as he got off me and kicked his pants off. He undid my pants, pulling them off and throwing them aside. I smiled at him as he pulled my underwear off—
–and put his mouth on my cock.
I put my hands on the back of his head.
He certainly knew how to suck a cock.
“Ooooooooooh.” I moaned as he worked me with his mouth. He reached up with his big hands and started playing with my nipples. “Oh, God, Mike, that’s awesome, don’t stop, man. . . .”
He stopped and smiled at me. He got up and straddled my face. I found myself staring at one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen—and he was uncircumcised. He leaned down and started sucking me again, and I reached up with my head and took him in my mouth. I licked the head of his dick and he moaned, but he kept working on mine. He tasted slightly of sweat and smelled faintly of urine. I reached up with my hands and gripped his ass, pulling it down as I swallowed his entire length. His ass flexed, and he pushed himself deeper into my throat as I swirled my tongue around it, gripping his ass tightly with both hands.
It tasted wonderful. I wanted it deep inside of me, and I felt my own load starting to build, and just as I was about to shoot he pulled his mouth off and stroked me until I came in a huge load that rained down on my stomach.
I could feel him stiffening, and he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
As soon as the head passed through my lips he started shooting his load down into my face. He moaned, his ass stiffening, his entire body going rigid, his eyes closed and his body jerking with each shot.
Finally, he was finished and he rolled over onto his side.
“Wow,” he whispered.
I reached for a towel and wiped off my face, then my stomach.
“I don’t fuck,” he said as I started to get up. “Don’t go.”
“I—”
He lay back down on the bed and patted the pillow next to the one where his head rested. “Stay with me and cuddle, okay?”
I looked at him. What the hell. I slid up and put my head down on the free pillow.
His arms wrapped around me and he kissed the back of my neck.
I closed my eyes. It felt good there in his strong arms.
He wasn’t Chad, but he’d do.
I fell asleep.
