Page 39 of Jack Frosting

Oh shit.

It was almost ten. In theory, Henry and Trey should’ve stayed up late. They’d be tired, sleep in, and possibly continue playing video games into the afternoon, maybe the evening too. But…there was also the chance that he’d be home in fifteen minutes. It would be impossible to predict which outcome would materialize, though I could always text Eli.

“Mmmm…your bed’s more comfortable than mine. I think I’ll sleep here from now on,” Jack said.

That was certainly promising.

“Did you know you talk in your sleep, Clayton?”

“I…have heard that before. Did I say anything of interest?”

Jack rolled over to look at me. He was smiling. “Nothing intelligible. It was really just a lot of moaning.”

“What?!” I pushed myself back, so I could lean against the headboard.

“It was incredibly hot. I hope you don’t mind, but I jacked off to it.”

I couldn’t tell if he was fucking with me or not.

“Don’t believe me? You can smell my shirt. I bet you’d like it.”

“You’re such a brat.” I pseudo-slapped his shoulder – not too hard, I didn’t want to break my fingers. “I bet you just want me to take you down to the playroom again.”

He nodded. “I could use another workout.”

“Yeah, lying there in the sling looked tough. Next time you’re going on the cross.”

“Don’t write a check you can’t cash.” Jack turned and launched his body on top of mine.

At some point, he took his pants off too because his dick was half-hard and practically staring at me.

“I can’t believe you’re still hard.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not,” I said. “I’m just going to need to eat a whole rhino horn to keep up with you.”

“I know you’re joking, but that’s not going to do anything. Gingko biloba, maca, and ginseng.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Is that what you use?”

“I don’t need anything. You’re the one that-”

“Did you hear something?”

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JACK

Clayton’s demeanor changed so quickly. One minute we were flirting and the next, he looked like the ceiling caved in.

“I didn’t hear anything,” I replied.

“This was more than fun, it was amazing – and I hate to do this – but would you mind heading back down to the basement. I’m not ready to explain…this to Henry.”

Honestly, I wasn’t surprised. I had expected to sleep in the basement last night, so sleeping in Clayton’s bed was a huge bonus in several ways.

“I don’t mind at all,” I said. “But what if the whole frat sees me?”