Page 51 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“I don’t know, Zach. I’m just upset that it took this long for us to get here.”

“You’re telling me!”

“So…” He was avoiding eye contact and pushing his rice around with his fork. “Where do we go from here?”

I thought about that for a minute.

“I don’t think we need to rush anything. I certainly wouldn’t put our hormones in charge, but maybe we can pull back the throttle a little and have some sexy snuggle time tonight?”

Sexy snuggle time tonight? Where the fuck did I pull that from?

Zach laughed. “I think I’m gonna like this side of you, Teo.”

CHAPTER 16

ZACHARY

I was going to do whatever it took to honor Teo’s request, but man, it was hard. Literally.

Sexy snuggle time was indeed sexy.

“Which bed do you want to sleep in and what are we wearing?” I asked.

“Uh…”

“To be blunt, Teo, I blew my load down your throat. I’m not sure there’s anything to be bashful about anymore.”

That made him laugh and diffused a bit of the tension. I watched his shoulders relax and he seemed to perk up a little afterward. “Sorry, I haven’t really done this ever.”

I kept my eye roll to myself, knowing we had slept in the same bed together several times in the last semester alone, slept over each other’s houses hundreds of times before that, and despite whatever he said about women, I knew he had a handful snuggle overnight with him before.

What he meant was with a guy after realizing his attraction.

“Can…can you decide?”

The way he asked made me walk over to him immediately and hug him. For someone so confident on the soccer field, and so damn handsome, it was clear he was out of his depth, and consequently, totally insecure. I wondered what had changed between now and dinner when he seemed so sure of everything between us.

With my arms still around him, I said, “My bed. I prefer to be naked. You can wear whatever you like.”

“Okay. I can do that.”

We both headed into the bathroom to brush our teeth, which had us giggling – doing it at the same time. It seemed it hadn’t happened before – one of us usually let the other finish before entering. I had a relatively lengthy skin care routine, which Teo took the time to observe. It felt like I was one of those wild animals on television that someone was studying.

After that, I had to piss, and we certainly weren’t there yet relationship-wise.

“I’ll get ready for bed,” Teo said before closing the door.

It took at least five minutes in the bathroom. My erection wouldn’t go down. It took me reciting the state capitals in alphabetical order – something we memorized in fifth grade – to get it to soften enough that I could finally hit the toilet and not the wall.

But as soon as I was done, I remembered I was about to strip in front of my best friend and get into bed with him.

As if my dick was a mind reader, it hardened as soon as I left the bathroom. With soft cotton briefs, I wasn't going to be able to hide it as I approached so I didn’t bother.

“Jesus, Zach, how did you hide that from me all these years?”

“It’s not exactly like you were looking, were you?” I turned the ceiling light off and made my way over to him in the dark.

“How am I supposed to see anything now?” he asked.