Just a fantasy.
I love Mia, but I can’t exactly become un-gay. As long as I don’t act on my fantasies or obsess over them, it’s fine. I’m loyal to Mia until the end. Still, a guy can appreciate the hottest goddamn vision he’s ever seen.
Finally, I break away to head over to the kitchen that’s bustling with people grabbing drinks. I walk over to a stack of plastic cups, ready to mix up some Ashton specials, when someone crowds me from behind.
“When you dress like this, you think everyone believes you’re suddenly straight now?” a masculine voice growls. “We all know you still love dick.”
To punctuate his point, he rubs his dick against my ass.
“Travis, you have exactly two seconds to get the fuck away from me…”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll beat your fucking face in with a vodka bottle.”
“You know I like it rough,” he rumbles. “We were good in the sack because I’d let you do wild shit to me. I bet the angel is too delicate and breakable. I bet she doesn’t satisfy you like I did.”
Spinning around, I grab his neck and shove him against the cabinets. “Don’t fucking talk about her.”
“Aww,” he taunts. “Poor Ashton Carter. Defending his girlfriend’s honor from his ex-fuck. Is her ass as tight as mine?”
“Fuck off,” I snap, releasing him.
“Better hope that shit doesn’t bruise,” Travis sneers. “I wouldn’t want to have to tell the dean that his son is an abusive prick. Not only would you be kicked off the swim team, he might be forced to make you leave the school altogether.”
“What the hell do you want from me?”
“Well, I wanted you,” he snarls. “But then you were too good for me. Now, I’ll settle for you to quit the team. Your parents are loaded. You don’t need swimming like I do. You make me look bad.”
I laugh cruelly. “You do that all by yourself.”
Turning away from this dickhead, I set to making our drinks. He creeps up behind me, his hand going to my throat, this time catching me off guard. I struggle to shake him off.
“Just. Quit. The. Team,” he barks out.
I’m about to kick off the cabinets and slam him to the floor when he’s jerked away. Kurt fucking Cobain has him smashed against the wall, his fingers digging into the prick’s jaw.
“Stay the fuck away from my friend,” Brayden warns.
“Or you’ll kick my ass?” Travis taunts. “Fuck you, Murphy.”
Brayden’s massive hand tightens, making Travis cry out in pain. “I’ll take joy in breaking your jaw. They’ll have to wire it shut and you’ll never suck cock again.”
I walk up to Brayden, skimming my knuckle down his spine to calm him. “The asshole’s not worth it. It’s what he wants. Probably been waiting for this moment so he can tattle. Just ignore him.” I hook my finger through the belt loop of Brayden’s jeans and pull him back.
“Keep it up,” Brayden warns Travis. “Just keep it up.”
Travis rubs at his red face before pulling his cowboy bandana back up over his mouth. He storms away. Good fucking riddance.
“Come on,” I tell Brayden. “Let’s go dance before our lovers decide to make babies without us.”
Brayden laughs. “Those fucking eyebrows, man.”
We both chuckle as we make our way back over to Mia and Drew. She has her arms in the air as she dances in front of him, grinning up at him. I grab onto her hips, rubbing my dick against her round ass. Brayden surprises me when his hand fists the back of my shirt as he starts dancing behind me.
“It’s fucking hot,” Drew complains, pushing his mask up to rest on top of his head so he can swipe at the sweat. His blue eyes burn with lust. “Mia never runs out of energy.”
“She’s got stamina from all those dumbass Wii games she plays,” I tattle.
She pushes her butt against me, which in turn makes me push my ass against Brayden. His hand grabs onto my hip. The laughter fades as we continue to dance, this time all synced up to the music. I try to ignore the fact that a big-ass hard dick is pressed against me. That’s what happens with dicks. You rub them on something, they get hard. It’s just dancing. I grab Mia’s tits to remind myself that I’m hers. My hand slides down to her hip where Drew’s already is. Rather than pushing his away, I leave it there, sorta liking the feel of him as he touches my girl.
This is so fucked up.
And hot.
I can’t even blame it on the alcohol.
Brayden’s fingers brush against a sliver of my skin beneath the hem of my tank. My dick is hard as stone as I grind into Mia. It’s hot as hell watching Drew dart his glance from Brayden to me to Mia, as though he can’t decide where he wants to look. I understand the feeling. Because Mia feels good to touch and kiss, but I can’t help but admire Drew’s lips and the way his tight, bloody shirt fits his muscled shoulders that my girl has her hands on.
“If Travis fucks with you again, let me know,” Brayden says, his breath hot against my ear. “I’ll kill him.”
His words are vines, wrapping around me and choking me. I like the tangled feel. The strangulation of them. It does shit to me knowing he’s got my back. Right now, literally.
“I can handle Travis,” I tell him, turning my head slightly so I can see him.
With our faces inches apart, my entire body heats by a thousand degrees. Fuck him for being so goddamn hot, even dressed as a horrible poser Kurt. His brown eyes are locked on my mouth and he licks his lips. Fuck if that doesn’t send a current of want straight to my dick.
I don’t want him.
I want Mia.
It’s not my fault he makes me stare at him. Actually, we can blame Molly and Tim for making a hot kid. Definitely gonna throw that in his mom’s face next time I see her. Then, because he’s secretly a sadist, he presses a soft kiss on the side of my neck before pulling away. I try to remember that Mia and I have always been affectionate friends. It’s not unheard of to touch and kiss your friends. Mia and I are a testament to that.
But then we started fucking…
His eyes finally lift to my eyebrows and then he starts to laugh. “Those eyebrows, man. They’re fucking ridiculous.”
I waggle them, sending him into another fit of laughter. “Tell your dick that.”
He shakes his head, uncaring that his boner is about to rip out of his jeans. “My dick is not into devil eyebrows.” He walks over to Drew, pulling him away from Mia. His lips brush against Drew’s before he pulls Drew’s mask back in place. “You kids ready to bail? We made an appearance. I could go for some Pancake House right now.”
“I’m so in,” I state, grabbing Mia and hugging her to me. “What do you say, MiMi? Want to leave this hell and let me lick syrup off your pretty titties?”
She laughs, smacking my arm. “We can leave, but you’re not licking syrup off my boobs at Pancake House.”
I pull her to me for a dizzying kiss. “Fine. We’ll sneak some of those little bottles. I’ll lick it off you when we get home.”
“I like that idea much better.”
“All right, guys, bring it in!” I yell to the team as we finish up our afternoon practice. They all skate over, stopping in front of me. “That was a damn good practice. I have no doubt tomorrow night we’re going to destroy Ohio.” The team cheers, pumped for the game. We’re still undefeated so far this season and everyone is hoping to keep it that way as long as possible. “Next week, we’ll be meeting to go over how the game went, but Monday will be the last practice before Thanksgiving break.”