Page 34 of Frat Ghost Wingman

Teo relaxed in my arms. “Turns out, our hotel is two blocks east. I can walk over in the morning. Hmmm, you feel cozy.” His hands squeezed my lower back, encased in its terry cloth cocoon.

“There’s another robe in the closet, if you want-”

“Yes!”

Teo put down the tote bag with a flourish. “Vodka, peach Schnapps, OJ, and cran.”

“Sex on the Beach?”

“Why, Mr. Cavallo, sex in bed is just fine!”

I ignored his joke and watched as he stripped on the way to the closet, leaving a trail of sneakers, socks, and pants in his wake.

He turned and asked, “You naked under yours?”

Without thinking, I nodded. “Yeah.”

With no hesitation, he pulled off his shirt, pulled down his boxer briefs, and for the second time in a week, I got an eyeful of my best friend’s flaccid dong. If he was a grower as much as I was, his dick would break records. I was super curious who had the bigger dick.

“You makin’ us the first round, cupcake?”

Cupcake? Since when did we use nicknames?

He must’ve noticed my expression. “Sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I just thought it’d be cute to pretend for the night, especially since we’re sharing a bed.” He slipped the other robe on and his naked body disappeared from view.

Cute to pretend? Pretend what?

I hadn’t even thought of the sleeping situation. There was only a queen bed.

Just as I remembered the lube was out, Teo asked, “You having a little fun tonight, Zach? You shaking hands with the milkman?”

“What?”

“Giving your abs a paint job?” he teased again, handing me a freshly prepared drink.

I downed the whole thing in one slug. “Another please?”

“Jeez, Zach. Take it easy.”

“You crashed my one man spank party. You make me as many drinks as I want, cupcake.”

“Yes, sir.” Teo mock-saluted me and went back over to the alcohol.

CHAPTER 11

MATEO

I woke up in Zach’s arms and I could feel it pressing into my back. Again.

Memories of last night’s activities resurfaced. I could tell we were both naked under the covers and I was completely sure we had both jacked off in front of each other. Despite Zach’s dick poking dangerously near my hole, I didn’t think it went further than a little manual fun. I’m sure the hangover haze was helping me cope with the realization that my best friend and I just yanked it together, but isn’t that what guys did all over the world?

You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. It was a classic line for a reason.

And maybe I was gay? Last night I did suggest we pretend to be a couple, and I had fun doing so. So what? There didn't have to be a giant cosmic meaning behind two friends enjoying themselves.

I heard my ringtone and slinked out from under the covers to answer it.

“You’re gonna be late for the bus, bro.”