Page 95 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Nothing sexual?” I asked before grabbing his bulge through his briefs.

“Well, you can have that whenever you want. Just not here.”

“My room.” I stood up. “Now.”

“I'm glad we decided to head back a little early,” I said. “It'll be nice to have the frat mostly to ourselves.”

“Our parents weren't thrilled.”

“I think you mean my parents. Yours were beaming every time one of us talked about our relationship.”

“Really?”

I was surprised he hadn't noticed, but they were his parents, not mine. I had a different perspective.

I decided to change the subject. “I'm excited to see what you got me for Christmas that you couldn't bring home. Is it that inappropriate?”

“You just wait like a good boy.” Zach squeezed my knee, then put his hand back on the wheel, concentrating on the winding road that led through this particular snow-covered ravine in Vermont. “Was the soccer jersey and resistance band set not enough?”

“Don’t forget the amazing lip balm.” I smacked my lips and reached for his fly. “Now, to put it to good use.”

“Ah, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Unless you want me to crash.”

I leaned back. “Rest stop bathroom it is.”

“You can’t wait until we get back?”

“Maybe it’s you that won’t be able to wait for it.” I grabbed his hand off the wheel and sucked his finger into my mouth.

“Jesus, Teo.”

My tongue kept at it, remembering all the ways I’d made Zach squirm. I may have also been doing a lot of reading on oral pleasure since he wasn’t ready to take my ass yet.

I was sure I did a terrible job of hiding my smug satisfaction when I felt the car slowing down to turn. It looked like the Pump ‘n Go was aptly named.

“There. You happy now?” Zach asked.

I looked over to see him adjust his dick through his pants. “Very.” I made a show of licking my lips.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah, I forced you to fuck my mouth. What a hardship.”

Zach smiled. “I guess the Pump ‘n Go will always hold a special place in our memories now.”

“It’s my favorite gas station for sure,” I agreed.

The happiness we felt in the moment bubbled over into laughter for both of us and the car filled with it. Despite the icy conditions of the road, Zach held my hand until he turned the car off in the garage behind the frat house.

As soon as I let go of our suitcases and Zach dropped his messenger bag on his bed, our clothes came off.

“What about your present?” Zach asked as I closed the gap between us and started to nibble his neck.

I dropped my hands to his waist and stepped back. “Is it better than naked making out?”

He walked over to his nightstand. “You tell me.”

I accepted the small wrapped present from him and started peeling the well-taped paper where I could find purchase. Whatever it was, it could fit in the palm of my hand, but it had some weight to it.