Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2020 12:37:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: nilcono@yahoo.com
Subject: Visiting My Brother at College part 2

We end up just eating in the dining hall, chicken tenders for me, a burger
for Reed. I know I'm way too quiet during the meal, I'm too busy noticing
my brother with new eyes. I watch the way his Adam's apple bobs when he
swallows, how his eyes light up when he's talking about something that
excites him. I stare at the point where his jaw meets his neck, that soft,
lickable spot just below his ear. I even admire his strong-looking hands as
he holds his burger in one and gestures with the other as he talks. I'm not
even really paying attention to what he's saying, but hopefully he doesn't
notice.

I don't know why I never noticed these things before. I guess he has always
just been my brother, not really a guy. But now, after seeing him nearly
naked, glistening from his shower, it's like some switch has been flipped
and he is suddenly very much a guy. An incredibly sexy guy.

I know I'm blushing. I know I'm acting hella weird. I need to shut this
shit down. So what if my brother is sexy? He's my brother, he would be off
limits even if he weren't painfully straight. He may be fine with having a
gay brother, but having a gay brother who wants to ride his dick would
definitely not be okay. I can't let him notice me perving on him. So this
has to stop. There are plenty of other sexy guys in the world. Hell, there
are plenty of other sexy guys in this room.

I tear my eyes away from Reed and look around, trying to distract myself. I
zero in on a table of what look like athletes. One guy, a tall, lanky but
built guy with buzzed reddish-blonde hair is totally my type, he reminds me
of Ryan, this basketball player at my High School I used to hook up with,
and I spend a minute trying to fantasize about him instead of Reed.

"...but Toby thinks this one will be pretty big and diverse," Reed is
saying, catching my attention again.

"I'm sorry, what?" I ask, focusing back on him. Hearing Toby's name gave me
an idea for a solution to my recent problem. Reed might be hot, but Toby is
sex on legs. I can focus on him. God willing, I can hook up with him. A
good fuck will calm my libido, and if nothing else, trying will be a
distraction.

"Something behind me got you spacing out?" Reed teases, turning to look
over his shoulder. "Ha, I see. Basketball team. Anyway, I was saying
baseball house parties are usually kinda lame, just a bunch of jocks
pounding beers and trying to one-up each other with stupid stunts and
dares, but this one is supposed to be big, lots of different types of
people, so it shouldn't be so bad for you, you know?"

All right, then. Big college party. It should be easy to get lost in the
crowd, have some drinks, avoid Reed, flirt with Toby, or anyone else who
catches my eye. I'm excited. I've been to parties before, but High School
parties aren't like they show in movies, at least not often. Usually it's
20-30 kids who can't really handle their alcohol playing beer pong,
coughing their way through cigarettes trying to seem cool and mature, and a
handful of people trying to dance to someone's Spotify playlist on a shitty
speaker. Once my friend Geoff got a keg for a party, but we couldn't even
finish it. Reed says the baseball house parties usually go through three or
four kegs in a night.

So I'm feeling optimistic as we leave the dining hall and start walking
toward the party, although I'm looking at Reed as little as possible. I
don't think he notices. I hope he doesn't notice. He knows I can be quiet
sometimes, a little bit weird. He had left for college just before I came
out, and his longest visit home was a few weeks during the Summer, so he's
only really known closeted Devin, who was shy and awkward. He doesn't know
that that's not really me anymore, or at least it's not always me, so maybe
he won't notice anything different now.

Baseball house is a few blocks off campus on the opposite side of the
campus from Reed's dorm. As we walk, I listen to Reed explain exactly what
"baseball house" is.

"You know, the university doesn't have frats or sororities because they
don't want to encourage a lot of partying or, like social segregation," he
says, "but it doesn't really work, because the sports teams fill in that
gap. Obviously not all of the baseball team lives at baseball house, but
like six of the guys do and it's where they tend to hang out and host all
of their parties. There's a basketball house, lacrosse house, football
house, you name it. The women's crew house is actually pretty crazy, like
half the team is lesbians and they're determined to show they can go just
as hard as any of the guys' teams, so they end up going even harder."

As Reed is explaining the intricate social dynamics of the local drinking
culture, I start to hear the noise of the party, heavy bass, laughter, and
occasional screams or cheers. A minute later we turn onto a side street and
I spot it. It's a big house in the middle of the block, an old three-story
Victorian with a huge porch crowded with people smoking or just standing
around talking. Well, I'll definitely be able to get lost here.

"Jesus, won't someone call the cops on this?" I ask Reed when I see it.

"Nah, all the neighbors for two blocks are probably here at the party. If
you don't want noise from parties, you don't live in this area, and if no
one calls the cops about noise, they're not just gonna bust in trying to
catch minors. Half these people are probably legal to drink anyway."

Just as I'm about to squeeze my way into the crowd and ditch him, Reed
wraps an arm around my back, making me tense and shiver at the
contact. "Come on, let's go in and try to find the guys." His fingers
lightly grip my left shoulder, and my right presses against his chest as he
pulls me up the steps, squeezing us both through the mass of people to the
door, which is standing open despite all the smokers.

Once inside, the noise is even louder but the crowd is a little
thinner. The door opens to a hallway with a staircase leading up on the
left side, and an open passage to what looks like the kitchen straight
ahead. To the right is what is probably meant to be a dining room, but is
currently occupied by two long plywood beer pong tables, both of which are
in use and surrounded by crowds alternately cheering and taunting the
players. The room on the left looks more interesting to me, a huge open
living room that seems to take up the whole West side of the house on this
floor, and which has now been turned into a dance floor with flashing
lights and an actual DJ, plus a small sitting area toward the back of the
house.

Reed guides me through to the kitchen first, which I guess is a good
idea. As much as I want to get away from Reed and disappear into the party,
I also want to get a drink, and those are probably in the kitchen. Anyway,
I kind of like the way his arm feels right now and I'm trying not to read
too much into that. I'm also kind of liking the way he's showing me off to
the people he knows we run into along the way. Sure, he's saying, "this is
my little bro, Devin," but with his arm wrapped around my back, and his
other hand cupping my chest with each introduction, I can almost forget
he's saying the "little bro" part.

Once we're in the kitchen I spot Toby, along with Jake, John, and a couple
of pretty girls, standing next to a counter covered in bottles. Reed drags
me over to them.

"Hey, guys, sup!" My brother beams at them, "This is my little bro's first
college party so let's make sure it's a good one. Let's do some shots!"

John cheers at that and pulls a bottle of tequila from behind him, along
with a stack of plastic shot glasses. He lines them up on the counter and
expertly pours seven shots to the top. "To popping Devin's cherry," he
yells.

A few people around the room cheer and laugh at that, and I blush but raise
my shot and take it with the rest of the group. It's not good tequila, it
tastes like sour piss and fire, but it feels warm in my stomach and the
cheerful mood is infectious, so I smile after throwing it back. John and
Reed slap my back, and I suddenly realize Reed's not holding onto me
anymore, and miss the warmth.

Reed goes off to get us a couple of beers from the keg, and I stand with
the others. The two girls are introduced as Jessica and Kaitlyn, and
Kaitlyn, a short blonde with a curvy figure and pretty face moves next to
me and puts a hand on my arm as she talks to me about herself.  "Don't
bother, Kait, Dev doesn't play for that team," Toby says from across their
little circle, winking at me.

"Aww, what a shame, he's cute!" Kaitlyn pretends to pout, before smiling
back at Toby.

I feel flattered, but also a little sting of jealousy at the way she's now
looking at Toby. Reed returns and passes a red Solo cup to me, squeezing
between me and Kaitlyn. I take a sip and wince. The party may be bigger,
but the beer is the same cheap shit I'm used to, probably Busch Light or
worse. I force myself to take a few more gulps anyway.

"Hey, slow down, Dev, the party's just getting started," Reed tells me. "I
told Dad I'd look out for you."

"It may be my first college party, Reed, but it's not my first beer. I know
how to drink." I chug the rest of the cup just to prove my point.

Reed looks surprised but he's still smiling and he chuckles, "Oh-hoh, okay
then. I didn't know you'd become such a party animal since I moved out."
His smile-or maybe it's the shot and the beer-makes my stomach do something
weird.

"I'm going to go get another beer," I say, walking off before he can say
anything, but I hear Jake saying, "dude, you're brother's actually pretty
cool for..." as I head toward the keg.

There are actually four kegs, it turns out, set up in a row on the back
porch just outside a door from the kitchen. There are a few people in line
to fill up their cups, and there's also a smaller group than out front
smoking here. From the smell, they're not smoking cigarettes.

When I've finished tapping a beer, I peek my head inside to see if the
coast is clear. My brother seems to be pretty deep in conversation with
Jessica and facing away from me, so I walk through the kitchen into the
beer pong room. I don't really want to be here, but it was the quickest way
to get out of the same room as Reed.

I slowly squeeze my way through the crowd around the tables, only spilling
a little of my beer, and make my way out, past the front door, and into the
living-room-turned-dance-floor. I'm not really drunk enough to dance yet,
but that seems to be okay. There are a lot of people standing around the
edges of the room, either chatting with someone or just watching others
dance. There are probably more people watching than dancing to be honest,
but I guess it's early in the night.

At the front of the room, right in front of the DJ, there's a group of five
or six girls dancing with one guy to a Years & Years song. The guy has pink
hair styled to fall in a swoop over one eye and is wearing a baby tee. He
sees me looking and smiles lasciviously. I smile back politely. He's
definitely cute, but he's too twinkish for me. Maybe if I were a bit
drunker, or maybe if it were another night, but tonight I'm thinking about
baby blue eyes, dimples, and a dusting of hair beneath a navel and where it
might lead. He's not the distraction I need.

I stand alone by the dance floor for about twenty minutes before finding my
cup empty again when I go for a sip. I wander toward the back of the room
where there are a few couches and chairs set up. I'm about to turn into the
kitchen when I hear someone call, "Hey, Dev, over here!"

I turn around and see Toby sitting on one of the couches in the corner,
smiling invitingly and waving me over. There's an empty seat next to him so
I plop into it.

"I was wondering where you got off to," he says, leaning close to be heard
over the noise. His breath smells like peppermint and I wonder how until I
notice the bottle of peppermint schnapps he's holding between his legs.

"Oh, I was just checking out the party," I say, a little quietly, taking
the excuse of the noise to lean into him. My stomach feels warm and the
alcohol has me feeling a little bold so I press my arm against his. "It's
pretty cool, way bigger than the parties I'm used to."

"Haha, yeah, this is a pretty big one even for here," he says, glancing
down at my empty cup. "Do you want a drink?"

I nod and he passes me the bottle. I unscrew the cap and wrap my lips
around the top before tossing it back and taking a pull. The peppermint
flavor is intense, and the alcohol burns, but I look him in the eyes as I
swallow, and he doesn't break eye contact. "Thanks," I say with a smile.

"You seem a lot looser than earlier, I guess you must have been nervous
about being here. But don't worry, this is a cool place, everyone's
welcome." He nudges me with his knee and I don't know if he's flirting but
I keep my knee connected to his as he pulls it back.  We talk for awhile
about the university, about the city, and eventually he starts asking me
about myself and what I want to study.

"I dunno," I say, "I really like history, learning about the past is super
interesting to me, but I don't really want to get a waste-of-time degree."

"Ouch!" He says, holding a hand to his chest and looking indignant, "I'm a
History major!"

"Oh shit, really? I mean, like I said, I love history, I just don't know
about jobs and Reed's doing Math, and I feel like my parents expect me
to..."

"Dude, relax, I'm fucking with you," Toby laughs, "I get it. History
doesn't have awesome prospects, but I think it's important to do something
you love."

I grin and nod, and we get to talking about our favorite periods while
passing his bottle back and forth. I talk about sub-Roman Britain, and he
talks about Song dynasty China, and I don't know when it happened but one
of his arms is on the back of the couch behind me, and his legs are
crossed, with the raised foot rubbing gently against my leg. There's a
pause in the conversation and we're just looking at each other, smiling,
our faces close.

"Tobyyy," Kaitlyn yells, walking up and interrupting, "Come dance with me!"

Toby gives me an apologetic smile and shrugs, but lets himself be dragged
up and pulled to the dance floor. I just watch him for a while, grinning
through a drunken haze. He's a good dancer, moving his hips seductively,
and I'm so focused on his body that it takes me some time to notice that
his lips are firmly attached to Kaitlyn's. They're both still swaying to
the music, but fully making out in the middle of the dance floor.

My heart sinks and I'm about to get up when a new body thumps down next to
me on the couch. I turn and see it's Jake, his eyes a little unfocused,
smiling uncertainly.

"Hey," he says.

"Uh, hey."

"I just wanted to apologize again, you know, for what I said earlier. I
really didn't mean it." He's leaning close, closer than he needs to, but
maybe it's the alcohol. Either way, I'm not too upset. He may have been a
stupid asshole, but he's also a pretty hot stupid asshole, and I'm tipsy
enough for that to be enough. He's got dirty blonde hair cut short, light
brown eyes, and a bold nose which shouldn't fit but looks just right on his
face right now. He's close enough that I can see a little acne on his
forehead, and smell his breath, which smells like stale beer, since he
hasn't had the advantage of peppermint schnapps to cover it up.

"I really, really don't have a problem with gay people," he says, licking
his lips and scooting closer, "and I don't want you to think I'm a jerk. I
don't want you to have a bad impression of me."

He's sort of boxing me in, one leg on the ground in front of mine, one
tucked under him on the couch, an arm over the cushion behind my head, his
upper body leaning in. So, he's definitely a closet case, and maybe he only
fucks guys when he's drunk. Maybe he's never actually fucked a guy, and I
seem like an easy opportunity. It wouldn't be the first time I've been
someone's experiment, and I'm not really in a picky mood tonight. I'm not
looking for a boyfriend, just a fuck, and I can feel his body heat and see
the lust in his eyes. I would have preferred Toby, but if he's going to
ditch me for someone else, well, Jake might work.

I put my hand on his knee and rub his leg, moving slowly up toward the
prize. He looks down at my hand and scoots even closer, bringing his crotch
to my hand. He's already hard and he lets out a shuddering sigh when my
palm rubs over his head. I'm about to suggest we go upstairs when we're
interrupted.

"There you are! Fuck, Dev, I've been looking all over for you," Reed calls
as he walks in from the kitchen. He looks frustrated and more than a little
drunk. I notice a little lipstick near his collarbone and feel a surge of
anger. "I promised Dad I'd keep an eye on you and you disappear like five
minutes in!"

Then he notices Jake crowding me. "What the fuck, Jake?! I told you to
leave my brother alone, you asshole," he practically yells, pulling Jake
away. Jake stumbles to his feet and holds up his hands in a placating
gesture.

"Reed, calm down!" I shout, getting up and shoving him back. "Jake's not
doing anything wrong, but you are! I don't need you fucking babysitting me,
if I want to talk to a guy I can!"

Reed looks confused, looking back and forth between me and Jake. Jake has
turned almost completely white, and stutters out something about going for
a smoke, glancing at me only once before turning and walking to the back
door.

Reed's jaw drops and he freezes for a second. "Shit, Dev."

I'm already brushing past him. He grabs my arm, saying, "Dev, I'm sorry, I
thought-"

I shake off his hand. "I want to go. I'm done here." I don't know why I'm
so angry. But I was so close to getting some relief and then Reed was there
looking so fucking perfect even while he was scolding me, and some bitch
had her mouth on him, and now I'm just furious. I push my way through the
party, not really paying attention to anyone around me. Toby turns to me
confused as I elbow past him on the dance floor, and he reaches out to me
but I keep moving. I bump into someone who spills a beer on me on the
porch, but keep going even as they yell about it, walking quickly
toward... well, shit, toward the dorm. There's not really anywhere else I
can go.

I barely make it to corner before Reed is yelling, "Dev, wait up," and I
hear his footsteps pounding closer as he runs to catch me. I consider
running too, but what's the point? Stay a half block ahead of him all the
way back to the dorm, where I need him to open the door? Hope he gives up
and goes back to the party? I know he won't.

He's breathing heavily when he catches up to me, and I keep walking, not
even looking his direction as he falls in beside me, but I can feel him
there. The hair on my left arm stands up, a static reaction to the hair on
his own arm which I know must be nearly touching. Sure enough, on one
stride the back of his hand brushes against me. We walk in silence for a
few minutes.

"Dev," he starts.

"I just wanted to have fun," I snarl, cutting him off. "Does it bother you
that much seeing me with a guy? You're allowed to go off and hook up with
Jessica or whoever-"

"I didn't-"

"-but I flirt with a guy and you freak the fuck out. It's none of your
business if I try to get some dick! Is it that you think I'm just a kid, or
is that I'm gay?" I'm not sure I'm even making sense, I'm definitely
regretting all those pulls of schnapps, and I feel my eyes burning,
starting to water.

"Shit, Dev," he says softly. He puts a hand on my shoulder and stops
walking, pulling me to a stop with him. He turns me to face him, and looks
me in the eyes, a sad look on his face, "Dev, you know I'm cool with you
being gay right? I love you, bro, I don't care who you're into, and I know
you're almost eighteen so I'm not trying to keep you sheltered.

"But, Jake, I thought he was harassing you, being a homophobic asshole. He
had you boxed in on the couch and you looked so mad!" Despite being taller
than me, Reed looks so small right now. Like he's hurt. "I love you. I was
just trying to look out for you."

I still feel hot inside, and I try to keep my jaw clenched, but as I look
into Reed's eyes, which still look so blue even in the dark of night, a
sigh escapes and with it goes most of my anger. I know he's being sincere,
I know we're both a little drunk and misread the situation. I'm still mad
about that lipstick, but I don't have any right to be, so I have to let it
go.

I sigh again, "Ok." It's all I can manage at the moment, but Reed smiles
and pulls me into a hug, burying his face in my neck. In my impaired state,
I relax into it, and rub my hands up and down his back.

When I realize that part of me is enjoying this hug too much, I push him
back before he can feel me poking against his thigh, and start walking
again. "Come on, bro," I say.

He keeps pace with me, ambling slowly back to the dorm, both of us tired
and tipsy.

"I really am cool with gay people, and with you being gay," he says.

"I know."

"I have gay friends. My roommate last year was gay."

"It's ok, Reed, it was just a misunderstanding."  "I even let him suck me
off once."

I stumble, the image flashing through my mind. I'd gone soft as we walked
but in an instant I'm hard as a rock. "W-what?"

He's blushing and glancing at me nervously, "I noticed he would check me
out sometimes, and one night we were talking, and sex came up, and he was
saying like gay guys suck better dick than girls, and I hadn't gotten laid
in a while, so when he asked if he could show me, I let him."

I'm speechless. My hot, straight brother had his dick in another guy's
mouth. I'm so horny I could bust, and also so envious of his old roommate.

"He was right. It was... really good," Reed mutters.

We're nearing the dorm when he asks, "Why did you think I hooked up with
Jessica?"

"You have lipstick..." I gesture to my own collarbone and he raises his
eyebrows.

"Oh shit." He takes his shirt collar and rubs at the spot, spreading it out
but not removing it entirely. "Okay, so we made out a little, but she ran
off with one of the baseball guys and blue-balled me after like 10
minutes." He adjusts his package as he says that and my eyes are drawn to
the bulge in his shorts. He's clearly still going commando. It's hard for
me to imagine anyone walking away from him and choosing someone else.

I realize we've reached the dorm and I'm still staring at his crotch. I
look up and he's giving me a funny look. Then he smiles and fumbles in his
pocket for his keys, jamming them at the sensor next to the door and going
in.

As soon as we get in the room he pulls his shirt off and stumbles toward
his bed while it's still covering his head. I'm staring again. He gets free
of the shirt and tosses it on the floor, then sits on his bed and kicks his
shoes off. He leans back on his arms, shorts riding low and legs spread,
facing me as I still stand near the door, nearly frozen. He's smiling
sleepily.

"I'm sorry I cockblocked you tonight," he says softly. "I didn't get any
either."

I walk over to my own bed and sit down, pulling off my shoes. When I
finish, he's sitting up again, rubbing his package through his shorts.

"I could make it up to you," he says. "I mean, I noticed the way you've
been looking at me, how you couldn't take your eyes off me this
afternoon... Andrew used to look at me the same way."

I swallow thickly, and notice I'm shaking a little. I'm also more aroused
than I've ever been, and Reed is sitting across from me, ten feet away,
with a tiny smile on his face and seductive eyes, rubbing himself slowly.

"Do you like to suck cock, Dev?" He asks, in a hoarse whisper. I look him
in the eyes and slowly I nod.

"Are you good at it?" He asks, and I nod again. He undoes the button of his
shorts and leans back.

"Come show me."

My heart is pounding, but I move slowly, like he's an animal I might spook
if I startle him. I push myself up from the bed and stroll across the
room. He watches me the whole way but he doesn't move. I kneel down in
front of him and shakily raise my hands to hips. I look up at him for
reassurance and he bites his lower lip and nods. That's all I need

I slide my hands down, pulling his shorts off, revealing his treasure an
inch at a time. His cock slaps up against his belly as the shorts get
lower. Fuck, he's already hard, and he's perfect. His cock is beautiful, a
little above average, maybe six and a half inches, and perfectly straight
with a flared head peeking out of his foreskin. I hurry to get his shorts
the rest of the way off and then scoot my way between his bare legs.

I stare in awe at him for a moment before grasping his dick and giving it a
few slow strokes. I hear him hum in appreciation and look up to see him
looking down at me. I give him what I hope is a sexy smile as I pull his
foreskin back and lean in. I stare him right in the eyes as I stick out my
tongue and lightly lick from his frenulum up to his slit. He gasps in
pleasure and I nearly do too, tasting him for the first time, feeling him
like this.

I put a hand up to grasp his side between his hip bone and his ribs,
feeling the tight muscle I admired there earlier, and the rise and fall of
his breaths, as I slip my lips over him, taking his whole head into my
mouth. I slide my tongue around the edge of his corona. It's so impossibly
smooth, so deliciously soft, yet firm and pulsing with need. He moans and I
taste a drop of precum, salty and sweet and entirely Reed, as it pushes out
of him.

I pull back and jerk him slowly again, still rubbing my thumb against his
side. He's still looking down at me, and I can't help but blurt out, "Fuck,
you're so hot."

He sits up a little and brushes a hand over my cheek before lightly
gripping the back of my head. "Dev, please... don't tease me." I let him
pull my head back down to where he wants.

I don't want to tease him. I'd only be teasing myself too, so with his hand
in my hair, I take him into my mouth again and start to suck him in
earnest, swirling my tongue, twisting and bobbing my head, and working the
base with one hand. I reluctantly drag the other back from his side,
sliding it across his belly, lightly tracing his "V" down, and down, and
under, until I've got both of his heavy balls resting in it. I use one
finger to tickle his taint as I gently roll his balls in my palm, feeling
them tug up a little at the sensation.

I glance up at his face as I'm bobbing my head and he's still staring right
at me. "So good, Dev... the best," he breathes, his face red. I can't
believe this is actually happening. My brother-my straight brother-the guy
who always looked out for me when I was bullied for being quiet, for being
a wimp, the guy who even when he was only a kid himself, comforted me and
let me sleep in his bed when I was scared to be alone, whose first reaction
when I came out was just to give me a hug-has half his dick in my mouth,
and is moaning and staring at me with pure lust. Brother aside, I can't
believe this beautiful man is letting me do this for him.

I release his balls and fumble with my own zipper, freeing my six inches
before it could break the zipper itself. I jerk myself slowly, fully on
edge, as I continue to work Reed with my hand and mouth.

"Dev," he whispers, and I look up but keep going, "Dev, I'm gonna cum, if
you..." I just pick up the pace with my hand and slide my lips up to twirl
my tongue around his head again. "Fuuuck..." He moans as his shaft pulses,
and a gush of cum fills my mouth. It's salty and bitter, but it's his, my
brother's cum, and I swallow it quickly just as another shot, even more
powerful, erupts onto my tongue. I groan as I also start shooting, hosing
down the floor under Reed's bed. I keep nursing on him, slowly milking him
with my fist through four or five more shots each.

I look up as I let him out of my mouth, and he looks destroyed, his eyes
half-lidded, panting as if he's just finished a run. Looking up his body,
even spent as we both are, I can't help myself, and raise my head to kiss
his belly, to the left of his navel. I move up his body kissing him gently,
pausing to lick a nipple and rub it gently with my thumb, earning me a
shiver and a low chuckle. I end up nuzzling into his jaw, into that soft
spot beneath his ear I'd stared at earlier, licking and sucking at it.

He starts giggling, maybe he's a little ticklish, and says my
name. "Devin," he whispers, and takes my head in his hands, pulling me back
from his neck, and looking me in the eyes, "Devin, that was
incredible. Thank you." He just stares for a few seconds, then darts
forward and pecks me briefly on the lips. "Thank you."

I bring a finger to my lips in surprise, and stand up as he lets go of my
head. He slumps back in his bed and closes his eyes, then slowly turns
himself so his whole body is on the bed. Looking down I consider joining
him, squeezing into bed with him, but I don't want to scare him off now,
and we'd have to spoon to fit comfortably on such a small bed. So I softly
pad my way over to my bed, Eric's bed, and lay down on top of the covers,
still in my unbuttoned shorts and t-shirt soaked in beer.

I stare at the ceiling for what could be hours. Because holy shit. The
alcohol is wearing off, but my stomach still feels warm, especially
thinking of what's in there now. I'm half convinced this was just a dream,
that I'm going to wake up and it will turn out I passed out drunk at the
party and imagined this whole thing. Because holy shit.

I turn my head and look across at Reed, sleeping peacefully, naked, twisted
up in the covers on his bed. He's so beautiful, and that was so good. And
this is going to fuck up everything, because how am I supposed to go back
to anything else?

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Thanks for the feedback on chapter 1, and for reading chapter 2. I wrote
this a bit quicker than expected, and it's a bit longer than expected,
because I didn't want to leave you, or myself, hanging without getting to
anything juicy. I hope you like it, and let me know what you think. The
next chapter really will be a bit of a wait though.