Page 26 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Mmmm.” He swiped at his chin and then sucked the syrup off his finger with a loud, erotic slurp.

My grower was trying to grow, but my look-at-my-ass jeans had turned into prevent-my-boner pants. I shifted my weight, trying to give it room to grow but to no avail, so I just reached down to pop the button open and slid the zipper down.

Much better.

The hoodie was big enough to cover my lap anyway. Plus, we were in one of the quiet corners, away from the entrance.

I toyed with opening Grindr and practically jumped when a text came through.

Aiden: You and Teo finally make it official last night?

Jayden: He was 98% naked already.

Aiden: That was your best chance.

I almost spit out my orange juice.

“What? Who is it?”

“It’s the twins, wondering if I hooked up with anyone last night.”

“You gonna tell ‘em or should I?”

I rolled my eyes at his joke, but I was extremely happy to see him so comfortable with me. After all, I only told him a few days ago but it was like nothing had changed.

Zach: No.

Zach: He does know I’m gay though.

Aiden: Awesome!

Jayden: That’s progress.

Zach: What about you guys?

Aiden: Yup.

Jayden: Kind of hoping it’s a long-term thing. He’s cute.

Zach: Wait, you hooked up together?!

Aiden: Sharing is caring.

“What happened? Your face is practically shining.”

“Just their latest conquest. I’ll let them tell you.”

He put down his fork and folded his arms in front of his chest. “That can’t be all. Nothing they did would’ve made you this happy.”

“Fine, Mr. Perceptive.” I kept my voice low. “I’m just happy you’re so chill with me being gay.”

He looked at me for a second before saying, “One, I don’t know why you’re almost whispering, this is Vermont. This campus is like alphabet soup. And two, did you really think I was going to have a problem with it? I almost feel like I should be upset that you might’ve thought I would treat you any differently.” He paused before adding, “I’m guessing it’s still a lot to process.”

I sighed. It was refreshing having such a level-headed best friend. Even still, I felt the need to explain. “There was always this tiny part of me that was nervous to tell you, that’s nervous to tell my parents.”

“If I’m being honest with you, Zach”–his hand found my knee under the table–“I kind of had my suspicions in high school when you still had your Captain America posters up in your bedroom.”

“Yeah, I guess that was a little obvious,” I admitted.