Meet Me At Midnight

Lynn Van Dorn

Copyright © 2021 Lynn Van Dorn

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Edited by: Jood Singer
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Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Also By Lynn Van Dorn

As Virginia Kelly

About This Book

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Also By Lynn Van Dorn

As Virginia Kelly

About The Author

Acknowledgements

Also By Lynn Van Dorn

North Shore Series

Be My Mistake

Damage Control

Daddy Issues  

Oleander Chronicles

Reunion  

Rebound (coming 2021)

Other Works

Rule 47

Wild By Nature

Now You See Me

Royally Screwed

As Virginia Kelly

Forbidden Desires

Written with Piper Scott

Clutch

Bond

Mate  

Forbidden Desires Spin-off Series

Written with Piper Scott

Swallow

Magpie

Finch

Peregrine (coming 2021)

About This Book

Beck thinks the New Year’s Games his fraternity puts on are stupid beyond belief, but as a Senior and the frat Treasurer, he’s convinced to go along with them. This year, though, a new Game has been proposed, one that’s both utterly wrong and completely right. Because Beck has a secret, one that he barely acknowledges to himself, let alone his frat brothers. Beck isn’t gay, but he isn’t straight, either. Participating in this year’s Games might blow his cover. So to speak.

Adrian doesn’t want to be an engineer, or in a frat, but he’s agreed to both to get his college tuition paid for by his father. Despite the humiliation and drudgery of being one of the frat’s “baby bros,” he refuses to quit the frat. Besides, the fraternity does have its compensations, the major one for Adrian being his crush, Beck Farmington III. It’s only natural that when the Games throw them together in an unexpected way that Adrian takes advantage of the situation. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity he’d be crazy to pass up. Even if everything will end at the stroke of midnight.

When Prince Charming finds his Cinderfella, with his absolutely perfect mouth, all bets are off and things will never be the same for either of them ever again.

Meet Me At Midnight is a 14,000-word MM stand-alone Cinderella story with two cute college boys, inappropriate fraternity hijinks, and a happy ever after that starts on the stroke of midnight.

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Chapter 1

Beck Is Full Of Misgivings

“Alright, boys. Let’s talk about the New Year’s Games,” Travis, the Kappa Theta Psi President said once the initial meeting bullshit was out of the way.

Several of the brothers that had previously looked bored and half-asleep now woke up and started paying careful attention. The New Year’s Games was the most important event of the school year for the fraternity ever since there had been a heavy crackdown on freshman hazing during rush week. Therefore, the fraternity had learned to work around the university rules.

Instead of using hazing to weed out undesirable pledges, the New Year’s Games were for the pledges who had already been accepted into the frat. Several of the new brothers quit the fraternity as soon as the games—and their consequences—were announced. The pledges who were awarded the most points received rooms of their own in the frat house. The losers were made to serve everyone, even the newly accepted baby bros, for the rest of the year. Somewhere between a servant and a slave, there was little one of the losers  wouldn’t be asked to do for a frat brother. Those who made it through the end of the year without fucking up in some way were made full brothers with their own rooms and full frat privileges. Until then, though, the pledges slept on hard cots in a utilitarian dormitory in the leaky frat house basement, with the spiders and centipedes to keep them company.

Eric cracked his very large knuckles. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

“Fucking-A,” agreed Nick. He high fived his best friend, Brandon.

Travis pounded his lame-ass podium with his lamer-ass gavel. “Quiet. You know the rules. If you want to contribute, raise your hand. Now. Let’s hear ideas for this year’s Games. Let’s make them super fucked up. Last year was boring as hell. I aim to fix that.”

Jesus Christ, Beck thought, why does he have to be such a douche? Last year had been fairly tame because that year’s President hadn’t been part sociopath and part sadist asshole. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for Travis Healy, who was both and proud of it.

Beck did his best to tune them all out. He was just the Treasurer, and he’d been that since his sophomore year for one reason: no one else wanted the job or was any good at math or budgeting. They were, by and large, a bunch of idiots, but Beck’s dad had pledged to this frat, as had his grandfather. It beat living in the dorms, and on a douche level, it was about par with most of the other fraternities. Nevertheless, Beck couldn’t wait to fucking graduate and have his own damn place. Living with a bunch of men was exhausting.

He let his mind drift, not caring what sort of fuckery the frat would be up to, until he heard the phrase, “glory holes” and was brought to sudden attention.

“Glory holes?” he asked, knowing he was talking out of turn and not giving a flying fuck. “Seriously? Isn’t that more a Delta Lambda Phi thing?”

Adam made a rude noise. “Fuck no. One, those queer boys are all pc and shit. They don’t haze. And two, glory holes wouldn’t be a punishment for them. It’d be like a reward or some shit. Am I right?” His statement was followed by laughter and a few high fives.

Travis pounded the podium with his lame-ass gavel again. “Order. Order! Come on, guys. Shut the fuck up already. Okay, Eric. Please elucidate.”

Elucidate. Such a fucking douche.

“Okay,” Eric said. “This is my idea. We move the tables out of the dining room and have a big long wooden wall put in with holes in it. The seniors will stand behind a hole, dick out. The pledges will have to suck a dick. Whoever makes his senior come first, wins.”

Beck knew he should keep his mouth shut, but this was such a fucking terrible idea. “Okay, first of all, you do realize this is hella gay, right?”

Eric looked at him blankly. “No. It’s just a mouth you can’t see sucking your dick. All you have to do is picture the mouth belonging to some banging chick. There. Totally not gay.”

Beck was unconvinced, but he let it drop, especially since most of the guys seemed to be into the idea.

“Okay, second problem. You’re gonna have to give us all our own specially measured holes. We aren’t all the same height.”

Travis banged that fucking gavel once and grinned. “Great point, Beck. That’s a detail we wouldn’t have thought of. Good job. Okay, glory holes goes in. Who else has a suggestion for a game?”

More hands went up. Beck fought the urge to bang his head against the wall he leaned on. This was so fucking stupid. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could get out of the whole insane mess.

He imagined standing behind a wooden barrier, probably made of cheap-ass plywood, sticking his dick out through a splintery hole, only to have some rando mouth suck on him until he came. Gross.

Except.

Deep down.

It wasn’t. At all.

Fuck, Beck thought. Fuck fuck fuck.

Chapter 2

Adrian Is A Huge Disappointment

Adrian was nervous as hell. He’d known about the New Year’s Games even before he'd pledged. Pretty much everyone had. The frat brothers got together and found creative—or not-so-creative—ways to torture the new recruits, thereby weeding out the weak and undeserving.

Adrian was pretty sure he fell into both categories.

He’d wanted to pledge Delta Lambda Phi, the university’s LBGT frat. His father, however, had insisted on Kappa Theta Psi because of “tradition.” And also because he was paying for Adrian’s tuition, which was way too fucking high for Adrian to afford on his own, and Adrian’s dad was doing his best to steer his son away from the gay.

Not that anything worked. Adrian wasn’t just gay. He was super atomically gay. He was a unicorn farting rainbows while wearing a tiara made from massive dildos gay. Adrian’s dad, who expected Adrian to join his former fraternity, graduate from college with an engineering degree, get married to a nice girl, and then father the next generation of Walsh children, was doomed to disappointment.

Some of that disappointment was going to come really damn soon. There was no way Adrian would win any of the games, especially since there was only one game left. He’d inevitably fail this final challenge and be doomed to living in the dreaded basement for the rest of the year. A total failure, as far as Adrian’s father would be concerned. Adrian knew he’d be lectured when his father found out he was still residing in the basement. It wasn’t a phone conversation he was looking forward to at all. It’d make the howlers from the Harry Potter books seem quiet and soothing in comparison.

The freshmen were herded into the dining room. Separating the room was a long, free-standing wall constructed from plywood. As he got further into the room, Adrian noticed there were holes in it. What the hell?

“Time for our next game!” The frat president announced. “It’s getting close to midnight, boys, and we’re going to bring the new year in with a fucking bang. Freshmen, kneel in front of a hole. There’s one for each of you. Look. This isn’t fucking musical chairs. Just pick a damn hole and kneel. Jesus.”

There was nothing behind Adrian’s hole. Just the opposite wall. What the hell was this, anyway?

Then an out of sight door opened and there was movement behind the wall. Adrian’s heart began to pound and he nearly hyperventilated. This couldn’t be what he thought it was, could it? There was just no way. He was pretty sure even the idea of it was crazy. Great future jerk material, but totally bonkers. Then there was a jeans-clad crotch in front of Adrian’s hole and he began to sweat. Maybe it was what he thought. Maybe—

“Cocks out, gentlemen. No, not you, Tucker. Jesus. Did I ask you to pull down your fucking pants? I don’t think so. Jesus.” Travis huffed in disgust. “Cocks out, Seniors. I hope that was fucking clear enough.”

And suddenly, through the hole, Adrian saw someone’s dick.

No. Not someone’s dick. Oh, shit. Oh fuck. Oh, dear baby Jesus. It was Beck Farmington the fucking III’s dick. And okay, yes, Adrian shouldn’t have any idea what Beck’s cock looked like, but he did, and this was it, and oh crispy crap on a cracker, Adrian felt like he was going to faint. Or die. Or possibly come. Maybe all three. He wasn’t ruling anything out.

“Okay, baby bros. When I ring the bell, start sucking the cock in front of you. The first to make his Senior come wins the contest and is a full-fledged brother. Points will be assigned based on how fast you finish after the declared winner. If any of you finish after the last stroke of midnight, you’ll have fifty points deducted from your score.” The President laughed raucously. “May the best mouth win!”

Then a bell rang.

Oh my god, Adrian thought. Here we go.

Chapter 3

Beck Has A Certain Fetish, But That Doesn’t Mean He’s Gay

All Beck could see on the other side of the glory hole was creamy skin, a slight shadow of ginger stubble, three freckles, and the prettiest pair of lips he'd ever laid eyes on. They were dark coral pink and looked pillowy soft. They were parted slightly.

Oh, fuck me, Beck thought. I had to get an attractive one.

He told himself that it probably wasn't the case. The kid on the other side of the wall was most likely covered in zits and had googly eyes and greasy hair.

Or he could be beautiful. You know. In the way some men have, where they've got pretty features and perfect bones and you know they're gay but it doesn't matter because you just wanna have them choke on your cock.

Hell. Beck needed to get a fucking grip. On the other hand, his lucky baby bro was probably gonna win the competition. Just looking at that mouth of his was making Beck hard. His brain erased the earlier vision of homely awkwardness and replaced it with Beck's very secret kryptonite.

His treacherous brain painted a picture that could never be true. He saw a lovely boy, his beauty ethereal. Big, soulful eyes. Those gorgeous lips. A spray of freckles across a delicate nose. Based on the stubble, auburn hair. He'd have a smooth chest with tiny pink nipples, long legs, and even his cock would be pretty.

Beck wasn't gay. He knew that much for sure. That didn't keep him from catching sight of sexy-ass twinks on campus and wanting to dirty them up. Then clean them. With his tongue. Then dirty them up some more. Beck wanted them to suck his cock while looking up at him with sweet, trusting eyes. He wanted inside them somehow. He wanted… well, he wanted some things that were pretty fucked up for a not-gay guy to be into.

Shit you only saw in porn.

Shit you only saw in freaky porn.

Well. Not too freaky. Beck had his limits.

Other men held zero attraction for Beck. Curious, he'd set out to find a comprehensive list of who and what turned him on. Women, in a variety of shapes, colors, and sizes totally gave him chub, but when it came to men, only the small, sweet, pretty ones need apply. Bonus points if it turned out the sweet boy was a serious freak once he got undressed and someone touched his naughty bits.

Beck knew having a certain… fetish… didn't make him gay. He'd looked it up.

But it didn't make him straight, either.

Nevertheless, Beck figured he could get along just fine with a lifetime of pussy and tits and the occasional foray into twink porn. He didn't need to stick his dick into the real deal.

But now this stupid-ass glory hole game and that pretty mouth were about to happen. Beck's every fantasy made flesh and foisted upon him.

It was all very fucked up and Beck wanted to knee Travis in the balls for putting him in this position.

“Cocks out, gentlemen.”

With shaky hands, Beck unfastened his jeans and pulled them down enough to get his cock out, but not far enough to flash his ass at anyone. He heard, or thought he heard, a soft gasp from the other side of the wall. The sound was so fucking erotic that Beck started to drip precum.

He was never going to last. No way. No how.

“May the best mouth win!”

There was a quiet squeak from the other side of the wall. Beck wished he could tell the kid he was in no danger of losing. Beck was two seconds from coming already. There was no way in fuck he'd last the ten minutes until midnight.

Full of dread and excitement, Beck grabbed his dick and fed it through the hole. Someone had smoothed down the rough edges of the circular cuts in the wood, thank fuck.

Beck hissed when a tongue touched the end of his cock and licked at it. He groaned, and felt self-conscious as fuck, then glanced to either side of himself to see both frat brothers looking pretty into their blow jobs.

Okay. Fine. He could do this. He would do this, and it would be fine. None of them would talk about it later. It would be all good. He just needed to come, which would happen any second now, and then—

Right before his orgasm hit, the mouth pulled back. It didn't leave completely, but it did stop sucking. Instead, it provided him with tiny laps of the boy's tongue that were enough to keep his attention but not enough to make him bust a nut.

“Oh, god,” Beck said before he could stop himself.

The boy took more of Beck back into his mouth and hummed. Beck had to hold onto the top of the wall for support. Christ, he needed to come. He needed it like a man in the desert needed water.

Come on. I know you can do this. You have to.

Beck wasn't sure if he meant himself or the boy on the other side of the wall.

He wasn't sure if it even mattered.

Chapter 4

Adrian Wants Something For Himself

Adrian was determined to make this the longest blow job in the history of them, even if it did doom him to the basement—with the spiders and the centipedes—for the rest of the year. Sucking Beckham Farmington the III’s cock was going to be the absolute pinnacle of Adrian’s freshman year—and possibly his entire life—and he wasn’t going to make it over and done with quickly just for a slightly better sleeping situation.

He'd dreamed about this for so long, hiding in Beck's linen closet, watching him strip, gazing hungrily at his perfect body, seeing him shower, then get out, glistening with water droplets. Yes, he was a little stalker creep, but Adrian didn't care. His life had little enough pleasure between classes he didn't like and doing chores for brothers in a fraternity he didn't want to belong to. Surely he was due some recompense.

Therefore he took his time and savored Beck's cock like the treat it was. All too soon it would be taken away, but right now, he held all the cards. Beck was his plaything. For ten minutes. But if ten minutes was all Adrian would get, he'd make the most of them.

Adrian licked and sucked Beck's cock with care, lapping up precum, tonguing the cock's slit, licking up and down the sides, and sucking gently at the head. He brought Beck close to orgasm then backed off, licking his cock lightly and making the other man swear.

Adrian was no novice to sucking cock. He'd been doing it for what now seemed like an embarrassingly long time, but his obvious gayness had probably been a factor there. Well, that and him being an utter slut. That had definitely helped. Boys would get him alone and threaten to beat the shit out of him, and sometimes they did. But sometimes they let him suck them off instead. Adrian learned that quick BJs were no good. The trick was to draw it out. To make the asshole with his dick in Adrian's mouth absolutely insane with the need to come. And when Adrian finally allowed them release, they were far too fucked out to mess with him, allowing him to sneak off totally unscathed.

Well, except for his jeans, which he kept wearing out in the knees. It drove his mother nuts.

Adrian had lost count of the number of boys he'd sucked off but it was a very small number of them that he'd truly enjoyed. Sucking dick was no chore for him, but it had still been a means to an end. College hadn't promised to be much better. Adrian had already had a TA proposition him for a blow job in exchange for a higher grade on a calculus exam. Adrian hadn't taken him up on the offer, but he hadn't turned him in to the university, either.

You never knew when that sort of thing might be what you needed to save your ass. Adrian had just shyly smiled and said he had a boyfriend—lie—then implied he was hugely flattered—half-truth—and it was only said boyfriend keeping him from falling on the TA's no doubt massive cock—massive lie.

Looking sweet and innocent was often extremely helpful to Adrian, but there were times it just pissed him off. But you worked with what God gave you, and Adrian had been given a pretty face, cocksucking lips, and an easily suppressed gag reflex. It was a shame to waste resources like that.

Even so, Adrian longed to suck a cock he wanted to suck. Not because it was the smart thing to do, or would give him an advantage, or even keep him from getting the shit kicked out of him. Not even if it got him out of the basement.

Adrian wanted something just for himself for a change.

So he took this opportunity that had fallen into his lap and worshiped the cock he'd been stalking for weeks now. Ever since he'd been given the duty of cleaning the third floor rooms. Ever since he'd been cleaning and had heard Beck coming into the bathroom while he'd been scrubbing it down. Ever since he'd hidden in a linen closet and watched Beck take off his sweaty clothes like he was a stripper in a chick bar.

Beck had been—was—so hot that Adrian hadn't been able to help himself. He'd learned Beck's running schedule then knew to be hiding in the linen closet when Beck came back. Beck became Adrian's own, unknowing, private cam boy. And yes, it was wrong as hell and yes, Adrian knew that, but he couldn't stop.

Watching Beck Farmington undress was the best part of Adrian's day, and in exchange, Beck had the cleanest bathroom in the house.

Adrian figured that while probably not equitable, that was as close as he'd ever be able to come to thanking the man.

Until now.

On the other side of the wall, Beck had been swearing and begging quietly for some time. Now, however, new urgency began to fill his voice.

“You're going to lose, dude. Come on and get me off.”

Adrian knew he would lose. If his mouth wasn't full, he'd have told Beck so. The whole point of this wasn't to win. It was to get as much enjoyment out of this miserable contest before Adrian was shoved back into the cold, dank basement.    

“Please, dude. I'm begging you. I'm gonna lose my fucking mind. Let me come. I swear that if I could, I'd grab your face and fuck your skull until you choked on my cock. This wall is fucking stupid. The Games are fucking stupid. And I know you can get me off if you wanted to. You keep stopping on purpose, you little bastard, and I don't know why and I care even less, but there is only one other guy still getting his dick sucked and you are going to lose. Do you fucking want that?”

Adrian just wanted to play as long as he could.

A voice boomed out. “It's nearly midnight, boys. And if you both fail to make your Senior come by the time the new year starts, you will both forfeit fifty points. So what's it gonna be? Okay, everybody. Count down with me. Ten… nine…”

“I don't want you to lose, man.”

Adrian sighed. His time was up. He pulled away just enough to say, “Fuck my face,” then leaned forward and opened his mouth invitingly.

Beck groaned and pushed forward all the way, his cock feeling like it went halfway down Adrian's throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. So fucking good.” He pulled out very slightly and thrust back in a few times then came. Adrian pulled back and tasted Beck's cum on his tongue.

“…Four… three…”

“Jesus,” Beck murmured. “Holy fucking Jesus. Who are you?”

And that's when Adrian panicked. He couldn't have Beck see it was him. Not that Beck knew Adrian from a hole in the ground, but any chance he'd ever have of spying on Beck in the future would be gone, gone, gone.

So Adrian did the only sensible thing. He fled the room. The last thing he heard, as he ran down the hall and into the basement, was, “Happy New Year!”

Chapter 5

Beck Goes A-Hunting

Beck was fucking cranky. He'd been given the most frustrating and amazing blow job of his entire life and he had no idea who the culprit was. Knowing he lived in the vicinity of that kind of talent gave Beck the worst case of blue balls he'd ever experienced. The Mouth had to be found, located, and secured. That the Mouth belonged to a boy was irrelevant. The mystery needed to be solved.

He could narrow the search down, of course, to one of the baby bros, obviously. Which one was the problem, however. There were twenty of them at the moment. Five of the twenty now had full brother status, seeing as how they'd each won a game. The remaining fifteen would leave slowly over the remainder of the year, except two or three of the most stubborn. Beck had twenty suspects and a limited amount of time in which to find his boy.

Accordingly, Beck started with the four winners of the other games. Being a winner already was the only reason Beck could think of for the kid to take so long he nearly lost.

Unfortunately, that turned out to be a bust. Beck was able to eliminate one of the winners because of his stupid goatee, one for being black, one for having braces—and who the hell still had braces in college, anyway? That was just weird—and the last for not having any freckles.

Disappointed, Beck knew he'd have to start going through all the basement losers. Such a huge pain in the ass, but he wasn't sure what else to do.

Letting the whole thing go never occurred to him. Not even for a second.

As a frat officer, Beck had access to all the records of the pledges. After weeding out those who had already been rejected prior to the Games, as well as those who had voluntarily left, Beck had his list of twenty names/prospective blow-jobbers. He crossed off the winners of the Games, having already eliminated them, then went down the list one by one.

All but three he was able to cross off when they paid their monthly dues and didn't fit the memory of what little Beck had seen through the hole. The remaining three baby bros had already paid their dues in full for the rest of the year: Tony Carter, Adrian Walsh, and Tim Reskov.

Finding these last three Freshmen was hard. Mostly because the losers were told to be neither seen nor heard. They cleaned and cooked and ran errands, but they weren't real people. They wouldn't become real until if and when they survived the rest of the year.

Few ever did.

Beck, after two weeks of poking around while trying to not seem like he was poking around, was able to eliminate Tony. New Year's Eve he'd said "fuck you" to the frat and had been on a date with his girlfriend. That left Adrian and Tim, and both were elusive as fuck.

Part of that was their heavy course loads. Adrian was in engineering and Tim in pre-med. The only time the boys appeared to be around the frat house was at night when they slept and during the day when they had assigned chores to complete.

Between the two, Beck's money was on Tim. He had freckles, according to what Beck had heard, plus hair that was maybe dark red. That sounded very promising. Besides, Adrian was in engineering. Stupid or not, Beck had a really hard time picturing the mouth that had sucked him so thoroughly attached to an engineering major.

Which is why Beck got quite the surprise when he found the linen closet door in his bathroom ajar one day when he came back from his morning run. He tried to shove the door closed, but it kept catching on something, so he wrenched it open and found a random boy sitting in his closet.

“The hell?” Beck asked.

The dude looked up at him with huge, green eyes and said nothing. He had to be one of the elusive remaining two baby bros: Tim or Adrian. The question was which one.

“Who the fuck are you?” Beck barked at the kid.

The boy's eyebrows shot up but he said nothing.

“Come out here and let me see you.” Beck crooked his finger at the kid.

He trembled but otherwise didn't move.

“Get out here before I call Travis and tell him I found a pledge creeper hiding in my bathroom closet. He can turn you over to the cops.”

“Fine.” The kid let out a loud sigh then crawled out.

Beck was rendered speechless for several seconds. He remembered those freckles. He especially remembered those lips. This was the guy. His mysterious blow job king.

“What's your name, kid?”

“Adrian,” he said sulkily.

“Adrian.” Beck rolled the name over his tongue and liked the way it felt. “You're lucky I like gingers.” Especially since the kid's auburn hair was gorgeous. Which. Could guys have gorgeous hair? Wasn't that a girl thing? That didn't stop Beck from wanting to stroke Adrian's silky curls. They looked incredibly soft.

“Oh? And why's that?” Adrian snapped. He looked humiliated and sounded pissed. Apparently getting caught didn't agree with him. Well, too damn bad. Beck had found his quarry and wouldn't be letting him go any time soon.

Beck grinned menacingly at Adrian. “Because I own you now, blow job boy. I found you, and now you're mine.”

Chapter 6

Adrian Is Found Out

Adrian squinted up at Beck Fucking Farmington the fucking III and said, “Excuse me?” in his best “I've just caught the maid stealing food from the fridge voice.” He'd gotten that one from his mother.

“Cut the crap. It was you. I know it was you. And I know your little ass has been hiding from me and now I know it's been spying on me, too.”

Adrian's face burned with embarrassment. “You don't know dick.” He tried for bravado and nearly achieved it.

“If anyone in this room knows dick, it's you, buddy.” Beck poked Adrian's narrow chest with a large finger.

“Don't poke me. And yeah, I'm gay. So what? The frat isn't allowed to kick me out because of it.” As much as Adrian didn't particularly want to be in Kappa Theta Psi, he wanted to get chucked out because of his sexual orientation even less.

Beck looked annoyed. “The last thing I want is you getting kicked out for being gay.”

Adrian went back to squinting up at Beck. He stood in front of the frosted bathroom window and the bright winter sun made his light brown hair turn golden and cast his features into shadow. He did look a bit like an angry god, and Adrian was the sinner in his hands.

“Why not?” Adrian asked.

“Because that might come back to bite me in the ass later, moron.”

Adrian was completely lost. This was all so surreal. It had to be a dream. But even in a dream, he resented being called a moron. “Excuse me?” That tone was also all his mother's. Adrian sounded like he'd be asking to see Beck's manager any second now.

Beck took off his gray and purple long-sleeved running shirt. It was tight, and one of Adrian's favorites. Beck threw it on the floor. He then peeled down his spandex leggings and briefs, dropping them right by the shirt. “How long have you been spying on me, Adrian?”

Holy fuckballs, Beck was gorgeous. Adrian tried not to drool over the extremely hot but still scary naked man towering over him.

“I asked you a question, Adrian.” Beck's voice was both smooth as silk and menacing as a snake poised to strike.

Adrian felt like a helpless mouse about to become lunch, and at the same time a starving man presented with an all-you-can-eat buffet. He continued to say nothing and concentrated on not salivating at the sight of all that lean muscle, cut abs, and the most luscious cum gutters he'd ever seen.

Beck must've gotten tired of waiting for a response because he went on. “I think you've probably been creeping on me for a while now. I mean, maybe I'm flattering myself, but I don't think that little glory hole performance would've been for just anyone in the frat.”

Adrian raised an eyebrow.

Beck scowled in response. “No one knows a whole lot about you, but the rumor is that you're gay. Two of the brothers, one Sophomore, one Senior, have tried unsuccessfully to get in your pants, so you're either picky or oblivious. I'm voting for the first one. You don't seem like the oblivious type.”

Adrian frowned at that little bit of unwelcome insight but still held his tongue.

“Case in point. An oblivious boy would be spouting off at the mouth right now, but you're not saying shit, are you?”

“What is this?” Adrian asked. “Some sort of trial?”

Beck smiled. “I am applying to law school for next year.”

“Fabulous,” Adrian groaned. He'd had no idea Beck was pre-law. He'd thought Beck was some sort of economics major.

“I think that you've been watching me all this year, Adrian, or most of it. Enough that you recognized my dick through a hole in a wall and gave me some sort of fucked up performance.”

Adrian refused to corroborate, but was irritated as hell at how much Beck was getting right.

“No clue what was up with that,” Beck said, “but I'm gonna find out.”

“Why?” Adrian asked again. He licked dry lips. Was it his imagination, or was Beck getting hard? No. Beck's dick lengthened and thickened under Adrian's eyes. Holy fuck. What was happening?

“So you can do it again, but better,” Beck said, as if was instructing someone very slow and stupid.

Adrian's pulse beat rapidly within him. “Again, why? You're straight. Aren't you?” His voice might have gone squeaky there at the end.

Beck shrugged. “Not exactly straight. More straightish, I think. Or gayish? Bi?” He shrugged his wide shoulders. “I'm not really up on the terminology.”

“Bullshit! When have you ever brought anyone not female back to the frat?” Although maybe straightish was more accurate than straight because Beck definitely had a stiffy and it looked like it wasn't going anywhere.

“I knew you were watching me!” Beck crowed. “Gotcha.”

“This isn't junior high,” Adrian snapped back.

“No, because I went to middle school and back then I'd have never had the balls to do this.”

Beck reached out, grabbed Adrian by the jaw, hauled him forward a few inches, then proceeded to kiss the hell out of him.

Chapter 7

Beck Is Definitely Not Straight

Beck's higher brain function went AWOL for a few minutes while his lizard brain made his body pin Adrian against the linen closet door and kiss him like it was something new that had been invented just for him.

Which, in a way, was the case.

Adrian was Beck's first kiss, after a fashion. His first kiss with a guy, at least. There wasn't much Beck hadn't done with girls, but Adrian was his first boy… well, everything.

Beck had more or less always had a thing for pretty boys. He'd jerked off to pictures of sleek, sweet twinks with hard cocks and wanton eyes more times than he would ever admit to anyone, but he'd never acted on that attraction. Not in real life.

Not until today.

He couldn't seem to stop kissing Adrian. Beck would pull away, stare at the kid's mouth—all slick and puffy and red—and he'd go in for another. Then another. Then another.

Adrian mewled and moaned into Beck's mouth, his stomach grinding against Beck's cock and his own erection hard against Beck's leg. It was the stuff of all his fantasies made real and it was so good.

Okay, Beck thought, his mouth trailing down to Adrian's neck and sucking bruises onto the skin there, definitely not straight. For sure.

“I need to feel your mouth again. I need you to suck my cock.” Beck pushed down on Adrian's shoulder to get him to kneel but the kid resisted.

“No.”

That was a bucket of cold water thrown over Beck's head. "What?"

“I said no,” Adrian sniffed. “You smell. I mean, you're still fucking hot and yeah I kinda have this tiny crush or whatever, but I've got standards, you know.”

“I… but you already sucked my cock once!” Beck winced at how whiney he sounded.

Adrian pushed Beck away from him, not ungently. “Look, dude. Beck. I'm surprised and flattered as shit and turned on but you fucking reek and I am not sticking my head down there in your swamp crotch. Take a shower and we'll see.”

Beck narrowed his eyes at Adrian. “Only if you take one with me.”

“I already took a shower. I don't need another one.”

“Who said anything about need?” Beck grabbed the hem of Adrian's t-shirt and tugged it over his head.

“Hey! I didn't say you could undress me.” But Adrian didn't do anything to stop Beck's busy hands.

“You didn't say I couldn't,” Beck countered.

Adrian pouted. “Fine. I'll shower with you. At least I'll know you'll get clean. I can supervise.”

“That's the spirit.” Beck squatted and grabbed Adrian's track pants. He tugged them down until the kid stood there in microscopic Andrew Christian briefs. They were covered with pink unicorns, blue hearts, and rainbows. Beck thought he might hyperventilate. “Jesus,” he wheezed. “That I was not expecting.”

Adrian went from pouty to sulky. “I did mention I was gay, right?”

“Touché.” Still squatting down, Beck took a deep breath and pulled down those ridiculous briefs.

“Touché? What sort of brainless frat boy are you, anyway?”

Beck lost his balance and sat on the tile floor. “The kind who scored in the ninety-eighth percentile on his LSAT.”

Adrian was the real-life version of all the twink porn Beck had ever surreptitiously seen. His body was pink and smooth and pretty as fuck, but still overtly masculine. Adrian's balls were shaved smooth and he'd left just a section of neatly trimmed pubes that led to a short treasure trail that went nearly to his navel. His dick was what Beck couldn't stop staring at, though. He'd never been this close to someone's junk that wasn't his own and it was odd. Not bad odd, just odd. And arousing. And fascinating. Beck never thought he'd be in this position, here he was, staring at a Freshman's semi while sitting on his bathroom floor.

Adrian breathed in and out deeply, which made his cock bob in front of Beck's face. He had the strangest urge to lick it.

“Beck?” Adrian asked, his voice gone all wobbly. “What are—”

“I have no fucking clue, dude. Let's find out,” he said, then grabbed Adrian's cock and brought the tip to his lips and gave it an experimental taste.

Adrian made a small noise and stiffened. Beck took that as encouragement and began to explore the dick in his hand. The foreskin had pulled back from the dark pink head and a pearl of liquid formed at the tip. Beck ran his tongue over the slit to taste the fluid and Adrian gasped. Liking the salty taste very much, thank you, and curious to see how Adrian would react, Beck tongued the slit, lapping up more of Adrian's precum. In response, Adrian cried out and tried to push himself deeper into Beck's mouth.

Beck pulled back. “You like that,” he observed.

Adrian groaned loudly.

Beck took that as a yes. He scooted back and stood up. “C'mon. Let's shower. Get rid of my swamp crotch. I want everything smelling just right for when you suck my cock.”

Adrian spluttered. “What? You can't just—”

“Wrong! I can do pretty much whatever I want. You're my toy now. Congratulations!” Beck felt it was like Christmas fucking morning.

“But… but… you're not even gay.” Adrian sounded exasperated, but also intrigued.

Beck's pulse sped up and he pushed his luck. “I'm whatsit. Curious.”

“Bi-curious?” Adrian asked sourly.

Beck shrugged. “That's it. Probably. And now you're my bitch. Isn't that awesome?”

“It's…” Adrian stopped and shook his head, as if to dislodge a thought. “It's nuts, is what it is. Insane. I…”

Beck tugged Adrian to the shower. “Yes?”

“I don't understand any of this. Why aren't you just beating me up and calling me a fag and reclaiming your toxic preppy masculinity?”

Beck snorted. “My masculinity isn't toxic.” He turned on the shower.

“You just said I was your slave or something!” Adrian protested.

“I said bitch. And I'll remind you that I caught you hiding in my bathroom closet. You sit in there and stare at my naked body, don't you?”

Adrian blushed a deep red that nearly matched his hair. "So?" he asked sulkily.

“So stop casting aspersions on my masculinity, ok? You know damn well that you baby bros are considered fair game for the rest of us, right? We get to fuck with you however we please and in return, you get to stay in the frat and be a full brother next year. That's the deal. You knew what you were signing up for. So get in the shower. Your first duty is to wash me clean enough that you'll willingly put your face in my crotch.”

Adrian crossed his arms over his chest and looked irked. “Do I have a choice?”

“Wanna leave the frat?”

The kid thought about it, obviously weighing the pros and cons. “No,” was his final, sullen response.

“Great. Glad to hear it. Now hop in the shower and get ready to serve me.”

“More like service you,” Adrian grumbled.

“That, too. I think you're getting the hang of this.”

Chapter 8

Adrian Is, And Is In, Trouble

Adrian was more than a little discombobulated. He was in a shower—naked—with Beckham Farmington the fucking III. It was beyond weird and firmly into the land of crazy pants.

Beck stood under the hot spray, his eyes tracking up and down Adrian's body as if he liked what he saw. “Wash me,” he commanded, handing Adrian a bottle of body wash.

Adrian took the soap and stared back at Beck. He'd studied Beck's body from his hiding spot in the linen closet numerous times, but he'd never gotten to be this close.

“I'm waiting,” Beck said, “and this house does not have infinite hot water. Come on and get me clean.”

Adrian's hands shook a little as he tried to open the bottle and pour soap into his hand. He nearly dropped the bottle altogether. With fear, trepidation, and wonder, Adrian brought his soapy palm to Beck's sculpted chest and began to rub.

I think I'm dead. Or dying. Because there's no way this is happening in real life, Adrian thought.

“Down on your knees.” Beck's voice was slow and husky.

Adrian's eyes flew to Beck’s. He arched his eyebrows but said nothing. He wasn't sure he was capable of making a coherent sound. His world had shrunk to the feeling of slick, wet skin over hard muscle.

“Make sure that area is really clean,” Beck clarified. “Up to your exacting standards.”

That made Adrian snort, but he did sink to his knees. He squirted more soap into his hand, then lathered Beck's hairy thighs, strong calves, and over-large feet.

“Such a little fucking tease, aren't you?” Beck said with a groan of frustration.

“Yeah,” Adrian agreed. The statement wasn't wrong. He'd been teasing and taunting jocks since he'd hit puberty. It didn’t always go well for him, but it was one of his favorite activities, nonetheless.

“Of course you are. Wash my cock so I can fuck your face.”

Holy shit. This was more than a bit beyond what Adrian had ever, in his wildest fantasies, dreamed about. Adrian got more soap then ran his hands over Beck’s hard cock, jutting out from dark blond pubic hair. He jerked Beck’s cock teasingly with one hand and the other cupped Beck’s heavy balls.

“Jesus Christ, kid,” Beck moaned. “You’re killing me, here.”

“Good,” Adrian said. “Then I’m doing it right.”

Beck laughed, then started to choke when Adrian’s hand snuck back from Beck’s balls to his ass. He slid soapy fingers inside Beck’s crack.

“Fuck! Stop that!” Although Beck didn’t push Adrian away or pull back from his questing fingers.

“Need to make sure you’re clean,” Adrian said. “All over. It’s important. You even said so.”

“You little shit. My ass is off limits.”

“We’ll see,” Adrian said. Water had rinsed Beck’s cock free of soap. Adrian touched the tip of his tongue to it and only tasted clean skin. Soon he’d taste Beck’s cum again, though, and he couldn’t wait. “After you fuck my face.”

He was being daring. So very daring, but Adrian couldn’t help himself. Beck wanted him, or wanted to use him, and either way, Adrian was firmly on board with whatever Beck was going to dish out. This little experience would give him enough jack off material for years.

Adrian expected Beck to thrust into his mouth, but he didn’t. Adrian looked up to see Beck’s eyes glittering down at him. “I think you’re trouble,” Beck said, musingly. Then he did thrust forward, right to the back of Adrian’s throat. “And I think I don’t give a shit.”

Good, Adrian thought. He closed his eyes and relaxed his throat, giving Beck free rein to use him how he liked. While he took thrust after powerful thrust, he was reminded of the glory hole. He brought up the memory, but altered it. He was kneeling on his side of the wall, but this time Adrian was naked. Everyone could see him and his massive erection. Both in his fantasy and in real life, Adrian curled his hand around his dick and stroked. He moaned around Beck’s cock as he sped up his pace. By his short, jerky movements, Adrian knew Beck was very, very close.

Adrian held onto Beck’s thigh with his left hand while his right stroked his cock and his mouth was thoroughly fucked. He moved his left hand slowly until he was again near Beck’s ass crack. He ran fingers, wet with only water, over Beck’s pucker, making him buck harder into Adrian’s mouth.

“Fuck,” Beck moaned. “Fuuuuuuuuck. Put it in me. Do it. As I come. Fuck!”

The last fuck was shouted as Adrian very carefully pushed past Beck’s sphincter with one finger. He didn’t go deep. He didn’t do much at all, and it only lasted a few seconds, but then Beck was coming in Adrian’s mouth and groaning his head off. Adrian also came, the water from the shower, now cooling, washing it down the drain.

Beck shook a little, then folded up until he was also kneeling in the shower. “Water’s getting cold,” he muttered, sounding as fucked out as any man Adrian had ever heard.

Adrian leaned forward and turned off the water. “We need to dry off and get out of here. Otherwise, we’ll freeze. I think they keep the house at like sixty-eight degrees, max.”

“Fine, fine. Just gimme a moment. I need to figure out where I put my legs.”

That made Adrian giggle. A silly, girlish sound that Adrian hated. He froze, waiting for a reaction from Beck, but he seemed way too blissed out to be paying attention. Good.

Adrian sat back on his heels and shivered a little. “What now?” he asked.

“I locate my legs, we dry off, then we crawl into my bed. We stay there all day. I do things to you.”

Adrian shivered again, but this time not with cold. “But I have chores left to do.”

“Fuck that.” Beck stood, then offered Adrian a hand. “I’m your chore now.”

Adrian wondered if that was for the rest of the day or longer. He tried not to hope too hard so as to not be disappointed later. “Okay,” he said. “I guess you’re better than scrubbing toilets.”

Chapter 9

Beck's Queerness Is No Longer In Question

When Beck was a little kid, he'd asked for a certain video game one Christmas. Beck's father, who couldn't be bothered with things like age-appropriateness, had his assistant buy everything on Beck's list, including the video game with the M for mature rating right on the cover.

Beck felt now a bit like he had when he'd unwrapped that game. He wanted to play with Adrian—would play with him—but he had only the sketchiest idea of what he was doing and the sneaking suspicion that he was in way over his head.

Instead of being the one in charge, Beck realized the one with all the power in the situation was Adrian. It had been that way ever since the glory hole, where Adrian had played Beck like he was a goddamned musical instrument. The skin flute, he supposed.

“How'd you end up with the best room in the house?” Adrian asked. “I've been dying to know. It's way nicer than Travis' and he's the frat President, for fuck's sake.”

“When did you see Travis Healy's room?” Beck growled.

Adrian, in the middle of pulling back the blankets on the bed, stopped and stared at Beck. “I clean his room, you cretin. I clean your room. I made this fucking bed we're about to mess up.”

Beck blushed and felt like an absolute idiot, which he had been. “Um. I got this room because of my dad. Last year there was a roof leak that caused a lot of damage. Dad donated the money to fix it all. That's why I've got the biggest room and my own bathroom. My dad more or less paid for it.” Beck shrugged. “That's what he does. He throws money at problems.”

“Mine, too.” Adrian got into bed and pulled the blankets up to his waist. “He's been trying to spend away my gay for years. Not that he's gotten anywhere, clearly. I still like dick. All the therapy in the world isn't going to fix that.”

Beck got into bed next to Adrian. “I'm happy you like my dick.”

“I'm kinda shocked about you liking mine. At least I think you do.”

Beck's hand travelled under the covers to find Adrian's stiff cock. He encircled it with his hand and stroked slowly but deliberately. “I like your dick. A lot.” His voice had gone all deep and rumbly and possessive. Very caveman of him.

“Then why did you give me half a BJ then stop?” Adrian pouted.

“The tile was cold and hard.”

Adrian's brows drew together. “That's it?”

“Should there be more?” Beck leaned down and kissed Adrian's beautiful mouth.

“Um. Yes?” Adrian dug his fingers into Beck's wet hair.

“Bullshit.” Beck pulled down the blankets, exposing Adrian's erection in Beck's fist. He bent his head and ran his tongue over the dark pink head. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little intimidated, but that didn't stop him. Beck believed he could do anything he set his mind to. Blow jobs weren't an exception to that.

Beck found that it didn’t matter if he was good at sucking cock or not. He liked it. Or he liked sucking Adrian’s dick specifically. It seemed to fit into his mouth perfectly, making him stretch open his jaw just enough so his mouth felt completely full, but not so much it was uncomfortable. Adrian’s skin was clean, obviously, smelled fantastic, and tasted even better. Salty and a shade bitter and a hint of sweet, with an underlying indescribable maleness to it. Beck had never much dreamed of any of his imaginary fantasy twinks jizzing in his mouth. It had always been them sucking his cock, and their holes he fucked into. This, though, was amazing. For the first time since opening his bathroom closet door and finding a boy hiding in it, Beck felt like he was in control of the situation.

Adrian, for his part, moaned his head off like a greedy little slut, and Beck was all about that. He didn’t care how loud the kid got. Fuck everyone. Not literally. But still fuck them, because Adrian was his and he could do exactly what he wanted with him. What was the frat gonna do? He couldn’t see them kicking him out over some baby bro ass. And if they tried, he’d invoice them for the money it had taken to fix the roof and the shorted-out electrical wiring and replace all the plaster that had gotten wet and moldy. Good luck them paying that off any time this century.

Beck made a humming chuckle around Adrian’s cock and the kid gasped, “Oh, fuck. Sorry, Beck. Jesus!”

Adrian came in Beck’s mouth with what seemed like way more jizz than the kid’s little body could hold. Beck hadn’t thought ahead to spitting or swallowing, perhaps an oversight on his part, and now had to decide in a split second. Adrian’s cum wasn’t nearly as gross as he’d been led to believe it would be. He swallowed, then found himself licking and sucking at the cum that hadn’t made it entirely into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Adrian repeated. “I should’ve warned you. I was a little too into it.” He let out a laugh that was mostly hysterical giggle. “I mean, here I am, Cinderella, with Prince Charming himself sucking on my cock. That’s not at all something distracting.”

Beck thought about it for a few seconds then also laughed. “More like Cinderfella, but yeah. I get it. Your jizz was fine. Reports of cum being deadly are greatly exaggerated.”

Adrian snorted a laugh. “Millions of gay dudes and probably a bunch of ladies would back you up on that. So. Not the grossest thing you’ve ever put in your mouth?”

“As if. I’ve eaten ass, you know.”

“What?” Adrian sounded like he was strangling.

Beck moved between Adrian’s legs and lifted up the kid’s very pretty, very biteable ass. To confirm that, Beck bit one cheek.

“Ow! Fuck. What the hell are you doing, Beck?”

Instead of answering, Beck did something he was not at all a novice at. He spread the kid wide with his thumbs then licked a wet trail from the crack of Adrian’s ass, over his tightly puckered asshole, and up to the base of his balls.

“Omigod. I’m dead. That’s it. Dead. I was a good little gay and made it into gay heaven.”

“Shut up, Cinder. You’re not dead and this is gonna take a minute.”

Beck buried his face in the kid’s sweet, perky ass and did what came naturally. He licked and sucked and bit. He worked his tongue into Adrian’s body. For his part, Adrian had not shut up, but Beck decided he didn’t care, since it was mostly incoherent moaning punctuated by the occasional shriek. Beck moved his hands so he could add fingers to his tongue.

“Oh, fucking shit. Oh, mother Jesus.”

Beck lifted his head. “Mother Jesus?”

Adrian groaned. “Are you gonna torture me all night?”

“I don’t know.” Without his tongue being in the way, Beck slid his fingers easily into Adrian’s body. “You seem to be enjoying it.”

“You’re a fucking cocktease, Beck.”

“Maybe I should edge you all night.”

Adrian groaned. “I take it back. I’m in gay hell, where it’s always foreplay but I never get to come.”

Beck bit one of Adrian’s pale thighs. “You already came, greedy thing.”

“Wanna come again.”

“If you’re good.” Beck pulled out his fingers, eliciting a groan of protest from Adrian, then opened his bedside drawer. Condoms were right in front. He had to dig a bit, but he also found the lube.

“Is that girly lube?” Adrian whined. “Girly lube sucks.”

“I think I might have to muzzle you. Maybe a ball gag. What do you think?”

Adrian’s eyes got big and round. Beck put ball gags on his mental Amazon wish list.

“Anyway, brat, it’s not girly lube. I mean, I’ve used it on girls, but it’s for anal. Jesus. Give me some credit. I’m not an idiot.”

Adrian’s face screwed up in incredulity. “You, king of the frat boys, have done anal?”

“The gays don’t own ass play. Stop thinking it’s a thing you invented. Yes, I’ve done anal. Believe it or not, some girls actually prefer it, after they get used to it.”

“But…”

“You want my cock in your ass or not?”

Adrian’s eyes crossed. He made an inarticulate noise.

“If that’s a yes, roll over and get on your hands and knees. Ass in the air.” Adrian scrambled to obey. “Good boy.” He patted Adrian’s butt. “I’ve thought about this for so long, you know.”

“Fucking my ass?” Adrian sounded a bit strangled.

“Nah. I didn’t know who the fuck you were until like an hour ago. But did I fantasize about boys like you? Fuck yeah. Pretty, with big eyes and sweet mouths.”

“And dicks?”

Beck opened the condom wrapper. “Yeah. Cocks were in there somewhere.”

“My mouth isn’t sweet,” Adrian pointed out. “I’m kinda bitchy, actually.”

“Your mouth is sweet when it’s wrapped around my cock.” Beck rolled the condom onto his length.

“Jesus,” Adrian muttered. “If I’m not dead now, you’re gonna kill me.”

“Drama queen.” Beck squeezed the lube so it dripped down Adrian’s ass crack, making him gasp at the cool wetness. Beck worked the lube into him, using first two fingers, then three. “Such a pretty asshole. God. Look at you open up for me. So good.”

Adrian shuddered. “Dead. I’m dead.”

“Not yet.” Beck slicked himself up with lube then lined up his cock with Adrian’s ass. He pushed inside Adrian’s softened hole and was gratified to feel the boy relax under him.

“More,” Adrian demanded, definitely sounding bitchy. “I can take your cock, trust me. I’ve had bigger things than you up my ass.”

Beck thrust all the way in, completely bottoming out, making Adrian gasp. “Shut up,” Beck said, “and just take it.”

Adrian didn’t shut up. If anything, he got louder. Beck was glad he’d locked his door. Otherwise, he was sure someone in the house would’ve barged in to complain about the noise. As it was, there were a few bangs on the wall and door and from the room under him. Their fucking was not going unnoticed.

Beck slapped Adrian’s ass as he fucked him, making the kid squeal. “This ass is mine,” he said, grabbing a handful of Adrian’s rounded flesh. Beck slowed his thrusting, causing Adrian to curse him. He slid a finger in beside his cock, making Adrian actually scream. There were several thumps heard from the room below. They were pounding on the ceiling in protest. “This hole is mine, too. And your mouth. Mine.” Beck moved his hand and grabbed Adrian’s cock. The tip was slickly wet with precum. He squeezed it hard, making Adrian gasp. “This is mine, too. My cock. My ass. My hole. My mouth. All mine. Do you understand?”

Under him, Adrian wailed. Beck wasn’t sure if that was acquiescence or not, but he figured he could follow up with Adrian when he wasn’t on the verge of orgasm.

“Come for me. That’s mine, too. All of it.”

Adrian screamed one more time and came in Beck’s hand. Beck followed him just moments later, emptying into the condom and wishing it was into Adrian himself. They would do that, soon. Testing wasn’t hard, and Beck wasn’t sharing Adrian with anyone.

Beck pulled out of Adrian’s body with some reluctance, took off the condom and threw it away, then went back to the boy in his bed, lying limply like he’d fainted or some shit. Beck moved in beside him and pulled Adrian’s body against his own. He covered them both up with blankets then lay back, snuggling his nose into the curve of Adrian’s sweet neck.

“All yours.” The mumble was soft, but Beck heard it. Something inside his chest eased, like a puzzle piece had been slotted into place.

“All mine,” he agreed. “And don’t you forget it.”

Chapter 10

Adrian Wins The Gay Lottery

If this was a rom-com, both Adrian and Beck would have fallen asleep in each other’s arms, only to later wake in a state of gooey sweet cuddliness.

Actually, if this was a movie, Adrian would probably be dying of cancer or some shit. There’d be a nice closeup shot of Adrian looking fabulous, despite having wasted literally away, in his coffin. Beck would go on bravely after his death and then fall apart when he packed up Adrian’s things for his parents. Not a dry eye in the house. Straight people ate that shit up.

But fuck that. Adrian didn’t have cancer and wouldn’t be dying anytime soon. His gay ass planned on living until he was an old and hideous queen who embarrassed all the baby gays right up until the day that he died, in his sleep, after sex, in his nineties.

Unfortunately, Beck and Adrian weren’t allowed to sleep, either. Maybe two minutes after they’d snuggled into each other, and Adrian was about to get his nap on, there was a relentless pounding on Beck’s door.

Beck grabbed something and threw it at the door. Not the lube, Adrian hoped. Whatever it was made a satisfactory thud. “Go the fuck away,” Beck bellowed.

“What the hell is going on in there? Half the frat is complaining you woke them up. The other half is bitching that you’re having way too much fun and it’s rude to not share with everyone.” Adrian recognized the voice. It was Travis, the frat President, and he sounded super butthurt.

“No sharing,” Beck bellowed. “Get your own twink.”

“What?” Travis yelled back.

Beck got out of bed and flung open the door. On the other side was Travis, and behind him was an assortment of other brothers. Most of them Adrian knew by sight but couldn’t put names to the faces.

“Go away,” Beck snarled at Travis. “You’re harshing my afterglow.”

“You’re naked,” Travis pointed out. He seemed confused as he looked over Beck’s shoulder and saw Adrian in Beck’s bed. Adrian gave Travis a little wave with his fingers. “And there’s a dude in your bed.”

“Thank you, Captain Observation. Go. Away.”

“But you’re not gay.” Travis glanced at some of the brothers who stood behind him like he was searching for moral support. “Right?”

“None of your fucking business. In future, we’ll try to keep down the noise. I think I need to muzzle the kid. Or maybe just keep my dick in his mouth.”

Adrian grinned. He had no idea how long Beck’s attraction would last, but he decided he was gonna ride that gravy train as long as possible. “But then you couldn’t fuck my tight ass, Daddy,” he called out. The brothers outside the room looked shocked, like they were a bunch of middle-aged white women who’d been shown porn for the first time. It was fucking hilarious and Adrian couldn’t help but giggle.

Beck turned back to him. “This is true, and your ass is very fine. Ball gag it is.” He turned back to Travis. “Does a ball gag work for you?”

“I… what?” Travis’ voice had gone weak and plaintive. It was clear he no longer wished to be a part of the conversation.

“A. Ball. Gag. Used for stifling the noises made by twinks who are apparently screamers. I had no idea the kid was gonna be a screamer, Travis. Hell, I had no idea he was hiding in my bathroom, spying on me. But thanks to that glory hole bullshit, I did know that the kid could suck a golf ball through a garden hose and that’s not a skill I think should go to waste. So he’s mine now. He’s gonna move his shit out of the basement and into my room. And he’s mine, you get me? No one lays even the tiniest finger on him. Fuck. Don’t even look at him cross-eyed. Mine. Get your own twinks. There’s a few in the basement I’m pretty sure would suck cock to get out of there.”

“But…” Again Travis faltered, then seemed to regain some of his earlier indignation. “But you’re not a fag. You’ve never been a fag. I don’t get you, man. What the hell’s gotten into you?”

“I know what’s gotten into him,” rumbled one big-ass dude.

There was some raucous laughter at that.  

“Fuck off, Eric,” Beck said. “And fuck you, Travis. Join the twenty-first century, dude. Sexuality isn’t fixed. It’s fluid. Stop being such a twat. You might like a cock up your ass. You should try it first before being so fucking negative.”

Travis bristled. “What? No! That’s crazy. And you’re full of shit. I think you should start looking for somewhere else to live. This frat doesn’t want you. Or him, either.”

There were a few grunts of agreement, but mostly silence from the brothers behind Travis, then a voice from the back said, “Um.”

“Shut up, Craig,” Travis snarled. “No one asked you.”

“But um. You can’t kick him out for being gay,” the one called Craig persisted. He was hard for Adrian to see, as he seemed a bit shorter than the other brothers and was in the back. “It’s against our charter, not to mention university policy.”

“Plus,” Adrian called out, feeling he should contribute in some useful way, “he’s not gay.” All eyes turned to him, including Beck’s, which twinkled with humor. Adrian could really fall for a guy with those wicked blue eyes. “No, really. He’s probably bi. Maybe pan. God. Get your terminology straight.”

A laugh erupted in the hallway. “Schooled by the gay guy. Burn.”

“We don’t know he’s gay,” said another voice. “Maybe he’s bi or whatever that other one was.”

“He’s gay,” Adrian called out. “I’m a lot less fluid than Beck. If it matters.” He gave the brothers a big thumbs up. Beck bit his lip and looked like he wanted to bust out laughing.

“Anyway,” continued Craig, “if we kick him out, he can sue us. His dad’s a lawyer, remember?”

“Yeah,” Beck agreed. “I don’t see any of that going well for you. Stop being homophobic dickbags, guys.”

“I wasn’t being homophobic,” said one brother. “Don’t look at me.”

“Then why the fuck are you with the dickbag posse?” asked Beck with a frown.

“Dude. You woke me up and I didn’t get in until way late last night. Not cool. Keep it down, okay?”

“Oh. Yeah. My bad. Our bad. We’ll definitely work on that.”

“Sweet,” the not-homophobic brother said. He held up his fist for Beck to bump, which he did. “I’m going back to bed,” he announced, then fucked off.

The rest of the dickbag posse looked at one another. They started drifting away.

Travis looked after them and whined, “But guys! What the fuck?”

“He graduates in six months, Travis. Let it go.”

“Thank you, Brandon. Well said.” Beck held up his fist and Brandon bumped it.

Travis opened his mouth again, but before he could get out anything more than, “But,” Brandon grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him away from the door. “Come on, Trav. The game’s coming on soon. Let’s go or all the good seats will be gone. Unless you want to sit on that shitty couch.”

“Thanks, man,” Beck said to Brandon as he pushed Travis out of sight.

“Anytime, bro,” Brandon said. “Anytime.” He looked at Adrian. “We’re not all dickbags,” he said right before Beck closed the door.

“I hate frats,” Adrian said as Beck sauntered back to the bed. “So many dickbags.”

“So many nosy dickbags,” Beck agreed. He climbed in and grabbed Adrian. Beck’s skin was cold and made Adrian squeak loudly in protest. “Shhh. They’ll just come back. If you hate frats so much, why did you join one?”

Adrian sighed. “My dad. He wanted me to stay in town so he and Mom could keep an eye on me, but I talked him into letting me come here to follow in his footsteps. That meant pledging this frat and majoring in engineering. Only so far, I hate the classes like fire.”

“My dad, too. Only law, not engineering. And I like law. It’s interesting as fuck. What do you want to major in?” Beck kissed Adrian’s neck then bit it lightly.

Adrian shivered. “I don’t know. It was always just assumed I’d be an engineer. Dad’s a computer science engineer and Mom’s a chemical engineer. They pretty much assumed from birth I’d have a STEM career like them.”

Beck licked the edge of Adrian’s ear. “And what did you want to be when you grew up?”

“I don’t know. That’s the problem. No one ever asked me, and if they did, my parents always answered for me. ‘He’s going to be an engineer.’ I never really thought about it. Maybe I was meant to be decorative rather than useful.”

“You can be both, you know. For right now, you don’t have to decide. There are a ton of different kinds of engineers, right? You can see if any of those appeal to you. It’s not like it has to be computer science or chemical, right?”

Adrian hunched a little. “I guess. That’s if I can pass all the damn math classes. Which. I don’t know. I hate the math. It’s so boring and I have a hard time paying attention in class.”

Beck tilted Adrian’s face up so he could kiss it. “Conveniently enough, your boyfriend is good at math. I’ll get you through it. Then you can figure something out. You’re just a freshman. You’ve got time.”

Adrian’s heart swooped. “Boyfriend?”

“Well, I can’t go around telling everyone you’re my sex slave. That’s weird. People will frown. Boyfriend sounds much better.”

“But, Beck,” Adrian looked up into Beck’s eyes, the color of robin’s egg shells. He saw only sincerity in their depths. “This isn’t real, is it? I mean, yeah, I’m the one who sucked your dick and apparently gave you a new religion, but it can’t be real. You don’t know me. Like, at all.”

“I know you’re in the first-year engineering program. Your father owns his own software company and your mother works for the largest drug manufacturer in the US. You graduated third in your high school class, were in the drama club—shocker—and National Honor Society. You’re not stupid and you have the persistence to stay in a frat despite being made to clean up after the brothers.”

“Just the third floor. God. There are only so many hours in the day, you know,” Adrian groused.

“Note I didn’t say all the brothers. And you didn’t half-ass the cleaning, either. Although now you’ll clean just for me.”

“But… wait. I still have to clean?”

Beck kissed Adrian thoroughly enough that he almost forgot about continued toilet scrubbing. “Someone’s got to, and I can’t have another freshman hiding in my closet. Besides, I can arrange for compensation.” He dipped his head and licked Adrian’s Adam’s apple.

“Umph. So… you want me? Like, for real? Like, outside this room? Or just in here? Because it’s cool. I understand. But no more girls. You can’t fuck them and me, too. I do not share.”

“Idiot.” Beck sucked on Adrian’s neck hard enough to leave a vivid mark then bit the area. It hurt in the best possible way. “I just claimed you in front of a bunch of frat brothers. They gossip more than old ladies. If I was gonna keep you a secret, I’ve already fucked it up. But I don’t want to keep you a secret.”

“Seriously?” Adrian demanded. His hand went to the bruise Beck had left on his neck. It was wonderfully tender. “You’re cool with us going around as a couple? How does that not bother you?”

Beck nipped at Adrian’s collar bone. “I don’t really give a shit about what others think. Fuck them. Why should I give up something I want because of what a bunch of people I don’t even know think? That’s just dumb.”

It was a concept that left Adrian breathless, like he’d been hit hard in the chest. “And your parents?” he wheezed out. “What about them?”

“Mom’s gone. Left years ago. She’s somewhere in Africa, being a missionary or some shit. I don’t know. Sometimes she sends me a letter on my birthday. And Dad, well, I don’t know exactly what he’ll say or do, but I doubt he’d disown me or whatever. That’s not his thing. Worst case scenario, he’ll be all coldly disapproving for a year or two then get over it.”

Adrian blinked, then grabbed Beck’s golden hair and dragged his face up so he could look into his beautiful eyes. “A year or two?”

“Worst case scenario, I swear.”

“You think we’ll be together in a year or two?” Adrian was incredulous. Being with Beck at all was insane. Being with him years from now seemed about as possible as flapping his arms and flying to the moon. It was like he'd won the gay lottery or some shit.

“Sure,” Beck said. “Why not? I mean, unless you dump me.”

Adrian stared into Beck’s guileless eyes. “Why in fuck would I dump you? I’m not insane.”

Beck kissed Adrian’s nose. “Exactly. Now. Let’s take a damn nap.”

Epilogue

Beck Goes Into The Closet

Five years later

It’d been a busy and exhausting week. First had been the visit from Adrian’s parents. They’d flown in and stayed for three days, finally leaving the day after Christmas. In Beck’s opinion, three days was two too many, but they were getting better. Or more tolerable. Alcohol certainly helped. Adrian’s father had stopped trying to turn his son straight, and once Adrian had decided that he rather liked chemistry, and went for chemical engineering, his mother and he had become closer. At least they now had something to talk about.

Beck, from the very beginning, had been something of a quandary for them. After being introduced to Adrian’s parents shortly before receiving his undergrad degree, Beck endured the contemptuous green gaze of Adrian’s father. “You don’t look like a gay,” he said, his voice as cold as January ice.

Beck had smiled back cheerfully. “That’s because I’m not,” he said. “Am I, babe?”

Adrian had rolled his eyes. “He’s not gay, Dad.”

“Then is this some sort of joke? I can’t say I appreciate—”

Beck had leaned down and kissed his boyfriend. Thoroughly. With visible tongue.

Adrian’s mother had cleared her throat. “I would like to know what your intentions are, young man. I won’t see my son humiliated or hurt when you get tired of whatever game you’re playing and leave him. What exactly is my son to you?”

Adrian had gasped softly. Beck grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “He’s mine.”

“Your what?” Adrian’s father had spluttered.

“Just mine,” Beck had said with finality, and that was that.

Adrian’s parents still didn’t particularly approve of their son being gay, but they seemed resigned to Beck being a permanent part of Adrian’s life. That was good enough for Beck. Sometimes you had to pick your battles.

After Adrian’s parents flew back home, Beck had been free, as his father’s law firm was closed until after the new year, but Adrian had to work. Beck pampered him as much as he could, though, cooking him delicious dinners and fucking him into the mattress at night. The only thing left on their holiday schedule was the New Year’s party at Beck’s father’s house.

Beck and Adrian made the long drive out to the suburbs, despite a heavy snowfall. He was glad he and Adrian had packed overnight bags and planned to return home the next day instead of that night. The roads were terrible and would only get worse.

Despite the weather, the party was well-attended. There were the partners in his father’s law firm, some local politicians, a few minor celebrities, and the relatives Beck’s father was still speaking to.

Five years ago, Beck’s dad had taken the news that his son wasn’t straight rather better than Beck had thought he would. “Well, he won’t 'accidentally' get pregnant, insist you marry him, then leave as soon as humanly possible.”

“Um, Dad,” Beck had said. “Ouch.”

Beck’s father had waved his hand. “You I don’t regret. I never have.”

Beck had been touched, but he'd had to ask, “Even now?”

“Even now. That boy adores you. Not your money, or power, or influence. You. It’s plain to see.”

“Dad, I don’t have any of those things. No power. No influence. I’m just a college student.”

“You don’t have those things yet. And you do have money.”

Beck had bristled. “So does he.”

“That,” his father had said, “is exactly my point. He’s in love with you for you. Not for what you can give him or do for him. That’s rare enough that you shouldn’t toss it away, even if it does come with unexpected plumbing.”

“Unexpected plumbing? That’s one way to put it,” Beck had snorted. “I think I love him, too, Dad. I’m pretty sure. I mean, it’s not something I’ve really done before, but when I try to picture my future, he’s always in it.”

Beck’s father had smiled then. “Good. That’s settled. I’ll expect you to work in the firm this summer as an intern, by the way, and I’m expecting you to work your ass off. Don’t think your summer is going to be all fun.”

“God forbid,” Beck had muttered.

Five years later and Beck’s father still approved of Adrian. While Adrian went off to the well-stocked bar to get drinks for the two of them, Beck’s father approached him. “Happy New Year, Beckham. Is this the year you’ll finally ask that boy to marry you?”

Beck shrugged.

“Here’s your drink,” Adrian said, handing Beck a whiskey sour. For his part, Adrian had some sort of martini. It was electric blue and made Beck’s teeth ache just looking at it.

“Happy New Year, son,” Beck’s father said, clasping Adrian’s arm warmly.

Adrian smiled at Beck’s father, his lips a tad wobbly. “Happy New Year to you, too.”

Beck’s father moved off to see to his other guests, leaving Adrian and Beck alone. “Are you having a good time, babe?” Beck asked.

Adrian looked up. His lip still seemed a bit wobbly. Was it the alcohol, or something else? “Yes, of course. Beck, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Hm?”

“But privately. Okay?”

“Now? Or do you want to wait until we’re home?” Beck wondered what was on his sweet Adrian’s mind. He wasn’t his normally sassy self that evening. Beck had chalked it up to the stress of the Walshes’ recent visit, not to mention the craziness of the season, but maybe there was more going on.

Adrian tipped back his glass and finished his martini. “Now, I think. Is there somewhere away from people we can go?”

“Sure. If you want, we can go to my room. I can lock the door.”

“Can we take the back stairs?” Adrian chewed on his lower lip.

“Whatever you want,” Beck said, and led the way.

Once inside his bedroom, Beck closed the door, locked it as promised, then tossed Adrian onto the bed. He landed with a startled squawk. “What the fuck, dude?”

“You wanted to be private, didn’t you?” Beck got on the bed and climbed on top of Adrian. They were both fully clothed in suits, but he knew Adrian would be able to feel Beck’s erection grinding into his own.

“Yeah, but not for this.”

“Excuse me,” Beck said. “Are you feeling ill? Do you have a fever? Should I call a doctor?”

Adrian gave Beck’s shoulder a half-hearted smack. “No. I was hoping to have a serious discussion with you, not get my rocks off.”

“Okay,” Beck said. “Talk to me. Seriously.”

“Asshole.” Adrian rolled his eyes.

“Your asshole, though.”

“Are you?”

Beck frowned, having lost the thread of the conversation. “Am I what?”

Adrian nibbled on his lip a bit more then said, in a small voice, “Mine. Or am I yours? It’s been five years and…”

“What, babe?” Beck was becoming quite concerned. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Adrian closed his eyes and spoke in a rush. “I want to marry you. I keep hoping you’ll ask and you haven’t and now I don’t know if you want to or not but I can’t imagine being with any other man because you’ve ruined me for anyone else.” Adrian’s eyes flew open and they were full of both hurt and anger. He shoved, ineffectually, at Beck’s shoulder. “You hear that? Ruined me. You owe me recompense.” A tear slid out of Adrian’s eye and it was like an ice pick to Beck’s heart.

Beck wiped at the tear with his thumb. “Don’t cry. Never cry. Of course we’ll get married. When would you like?”

“Wh-what?”

Beck smoothed a lock of dark red hair away from Adrian’s forehead, then kissed his wet eyes. “Would you like to get married, Adrian?”

“Yuh-yeah.”

“When?”

Adrian smacked his shoulder again. “I don’t know. You haven’t asked me! Ah-asshole.”

“Adrian Walsh, will you make me the happiest man on earth?”

“Do you want to marry me or get a blow job?” Adrian asked, a bit of his normal sass resurfacing.

“Yes.”

“Do I get a ring?” Adrian pouted.

“Of course you get a ring.” Beck reached into the bedside cabinet drawer and pulled out a blue box the same robin's egg hue as his eyes. “I was planning on giving it to you later this evening, but this works.”

“You bastard! You were really going to ask me?”

“Adrian, I’m fairly well off, but I’m not ‘has random Tiffany rings salted in various places in case of an emergency’ rich. Yes. I was going to ask you. At midnight, in fact. You’ve just jumped the gun a bit, by being your usual demanding self.”

“But you like that.” It was both a statement and a question.

“Yes. Very much. Put it on, silly creature.”

Adrian pulled out the ring. It was a platinum band set with emeralds and green garnets. “It’s beautiful,” he said, slipping it on his finger.

“It’s the closest I could come to your eyes.”

Adrian blinked up at him. “That’s surprisingly romantic,” he said.

“I know, right?”

“I love you,” Adrian said. “I’ve loved you forever.”

“I love you, too. I’m going to love you forever. How about we go back downstairs and show off that ring?”

“You read my mind,” Adrian said.

A few hours later, midnight was nearly upon them. Beck took Adrian’s hand. “Come on, love.”

“But they’re just about to count down!” Adrian protested.

“I know.” Beck tugged harder and Adrian followed him. “Let’s hurry.”’

He pulled Adrian down the hall, opened a random door, then pulled Adrian inside and closed the door behind him.

“Is this a closet?” Adrian demanded.

“Maybe. Get on your knees, future Mr. Adrian Farmington.”

“I didn’t know I was taking your name.”

“You are,” Beck insisted. “Now get on your knees.”

There was some fumbling in the darkened space, then Beck felt Adrian’s hands on his hips. Beck unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, which was already hard in anticipation of this.

A hot, wet mouth closed over his length. Beck leaned back among fur and wool coats, savoring the feeling of being inside his love’s mouth while he was enthusiastically sucked off.

Faintly, he could hear the guests shouting as the seconds counted down.

“Ten. Nine. Eight.”

“Love you, baby. Love you so much,” Beck moaned.

Adrian hummed in agreement.

“Five. Four. Three.”

“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—”

“One! Happy New Year!”

Beck came inside Adrian’s mouth once again at midnight. Adrian’s hands held his hips while he sucked the last of the cum from Beck’s cock. It was, he thought as Adrian cleaned cum from Beck’s spent cock with his tongue, the best tradition ever.

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Acknowledgements

Thanks to all the usual suspects for this one, with a special shout-out to Savannah for always being there to cheer me on.

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lynn Van Dorn

January 2021