Page 91 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Show off!”

That is until he wanted to skate backwards or spin around like a goddamn Olympian or something.

“Just trying to impress my boyfriend,” he said, sliding to a stop next to me, in the way that kicked up the ice flakes.

I couldn’t do that. The only thing that stopped me was falling down or running into something.

“Your ass impresses me.”

“Does it?” He sped up, just enough to pull in front of me, and lifted up his jacket so I got an eyeful of the aforementioned impressive ass.

I had blown quite a few loads in the last few weeks imagining how tight it was. My desire to fuck him was practically constant – especially since he was wearing a lot less clothing around me lately. But things were going so well for us, I didn’t want to mess it up just because I wanted to fill his tight hole.

“It’s nice to see you so relaxed,” I said.

He skated back towards me and grabbed my hand again. “Well, parts of me anyway. I don’t know what I was thinking with these jeans. I should’ve just worn my sweatpants.”

I didn’t know how, but Teo forgot to bring any pants that weren’t of the sweat variety home for the break. He found a pair of jeans from high school in his closet, but his body had noticeably enlarged in several areas. If I was lucky, they’d split open and I wouldn't have to imagine the pink jockstrap underneath anymore.

“Don’t worry, you won’t be wearing them for much longer. Oh shit!” I reached out to grab Teo as I fell backwards, but all that did was pull him down with me. On top of me to be more specific.

“Let’s get some dinner and go back to my house.” His face was inches from mine. “You’re a menace out here. You okay, by the way?”

“Yeah.”

As Teo helped me up, I heard him say “Shit.”

“What?”

“I think my jeans just split.” His hands reached behind him. “It’s, uh, very cold back there all of a sudden.”

“All the more reason for us to get the fuck out of here.” I was done attempting to skate for now, and apparently I had special pants-tearing powers. “I want some crab rangoons and a flannel blanket.”

“Is it noticeable?” He turned around and bent over slightly.

“When you bend over like that, yes,” I answered, laughing. “Here.” I handed him my scarf. “For your bum.”

“Aww, and I don’t have anything to give you.”

“You can give me that ass,” I said, without a second thought.

Teo immediately looked at me, his eyes wide. “Really?”

“Forget I said that.” I struggled to get any purchase on the ice.

Teo easily caught up with me. “That’s highly unlikely.” After a few seconds, he wrapped an arm around my waist and helped me to the side of the rink. From there, I pulled myself along to the exit.

While we were taking our skates off, he whispered, “If I shoved a crab rangoon up my ass would that change your mind?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. The idea was absurd but I imagined what it would be like anyway.

He didn’t mention his ass for the rest of the ride home, despite it hanging out of his jeans. Instead, he belted out Christmas songs in an effort to get me to sing and the memory of my failed ice skating faded as the warmth from the Chinese food on my lap chased away the chill.

“I’m gonna change into sweats.” He pulled his pants down while taking the stairs, revealing his bare ass. “Do you want to change into any of my clothes?”

We were back at Teo’s house. His parents wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I planned to gorge myself on Chinese and make a cozy blanket pile in front of their fireplace.

“You can dress me if you like,” I answered, following him into his room, “though you’ll probably be taking it all off later.”