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“I guess so? I haven’t thought a lot about it.”

“Oh, sweet Jesus!”

“It’s fine. The girls know we didn’t mess around, they’re not blacking out, Zach. They’re usually embarrassed or thankful I didn’t take advantage of them.”

I was just going to have to believe in his confidence over the situation. He seemed so sure of himself. I was tempted to ask more about his sexuality, since he hadn’t been super clear, but I was still processing the Bang Room fake-out.

“You still want to be my friend now that you know I’m broken?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, let’s not have a pity party. I’m sure we can figure it out. You want some pancakes?”

Teo nodded. “Though I think we’re gonna have to wait for that to go away before we go anywhere.”

I glanced where he was pointing and sure as shit, my dick was still at attention, so I rolled away from him and slammed him in the face with my pillow for good measure.

I shouted, “Perve!” but this conversation had all my wheels turning.

Teo was struggling – if that’s the right word – with his sexuality?

CHAPTER 5

MATEO

I don’t know what finally made me confess my big secret to Zach. Okay, that was a lie. It was that weird voice I’d started hearing telling me to do shit. And I'm glad I said something because I felt good after my confession, even if it wasn’t the entire truth.

When Zach's talking in his sleep woke me up and I heard the dirty things he was saying, I got hard. I didn’t tell him that part. And that was the first time that had happened to me–not the erection part–but to what Zach was saying. Once I got close enough and saw he was hard too, it was only natural to imagine he was talking to me, and fuck, that only made me harder.

I only said something because it felt wrong to stand there with a boner watching him.

In reality, Zach was pretty quiet about his sexuality. I had no idea if he leaned one way or the other, or both. I could’ve just crept back to my own bed, but this seemed better. Admittedly, I didn’t tell him everything, but I was still proud to get something off my chest. The strange voice was helping me, which was comforting in a way. I had someone looking out for me.

I needed it now more than ever because someone was fucking with me.

I was standing at my locker – done with soccer practice and the shower after – staring at a thong. Someone had replaced my boxers with a g-string. It was barely enough fabric to fit my dick in the front pouch, and then a series of strings for the rest of it.

“Was this you?” I asked Evan.

“Was what me?”

“This.” I showed him the thong.

“Jesus, dude. Carrying your trophies around with you now?”

He didn’t get it that it was for a man. Glancing around, no one seemed to be watching me for a reaction either, so someone at the frat must’ve switched them out.

I tossed it in my bag and pulled on a shirt and sweatpants. I could handle going commando for the ride back home.

By the time I locked my bike next to the garage and got back to our room, my anger had faded and curiosity had taken over.

“Try it on.”

The voice was back and fuck, my dick liked the sound of that.

Maybe it would be super comfortable?

I had never really noticed my ass before, but the thong made my buns pop. I hadn't ever called them buns before either.

It was kind of a coincidence that Baby Got Back was playing while I was looking at my butt. I couldn’t help but laugh. It must’ve been our neighbor Sean, in the room next door, though I hadn’t realized he was a Sir Mix-a-lot fan.