5. Luke

Chapter 5

Luke

“I am going to die a virgin,” I declare as I watch Gio and Tucker dry humping on the couch. They hastily break apart, and I sit on the coffee table and stare at the two of them. “You look so sexy together.”

“We’re not looking for a third,” Tucker rushes out. He turns to Gio. “Right?”

Gio rolls his eyes. “Right.”

“Thanks for letting me know, but I wasn’t offering. I’m envious.” I sigh. Fucking jealous, more like. But I’m not going to put that on them. “I want to know what it feels like to be hot and sweaty with someone. To feel their weight on me as I cum. To be stuffed full of co-”

“Luke, stop.” Gio interrupts me, looking pained. “I want to be a supportive friend, but you’re making me horny. I’m one more dirty comment away from taking Tucker upstairs and blowing him.”

“I’m not going to complain about that,” Tucker looks at Gio with heat filled eyes.

“See, that! I want a guy to look at me like that.”

How in hell have I got to be twenty years old without having any kind of sex?!

I bet Corey has had a lot of sex. Those sexy forearms of his scream, I will grab you by the hips and fuck you so hard you will come hands free.

Being inexperienced with men doesn’t mean I know nothing about sex. My dildo is so well used the disco print design has completely worn off. Maybe I should have a jerk off session when I get back from the kappa house this evening.

Shit. The kappa house. I check my phone, releasing a sigh of relief when I see that I have twenty-one minutes before I’ve got to go.

“Luke, you know-”

“Shoot, I really need to go,” I get up and start to back out of the room. “Love you, byeeeee.” I turn around and rush out the front door.

“This isn’t over, Green,” Gio calls out as the door slams.

I know he means well, they all mean well, but I am so sick of hearing, “you don’t need to be in a rush to have sex” or “you’ll find the right guy for you.” It’s fine for them; they all have very active sex lives.

I need to talk about it less. I will bottle up all of my sex woes and bury them deep in the sand. That’s not a bad idea. I really should write down my sex thoughts, put them in a bottle, and literally bury them. I could buy some pretty bottles and use my glitter gel pens.

With that fun project decided, I make my way over to the Kappa house for another few hours of cleaning wood paneling. Once I got into the rhythm of it the other day, I fucking nailed it. I was like a whippet. I bet I could go even faster today. Corey would be so impressed.

Not that I want to impress him.

Except maybe I do.

Maybe that’s why I hightailed it out of there yesterday. Because I don’t want him to think of me as a desperate virgin. If Corey Howe is thinking of me, I want those thoughts to be something along the lines of Luke Green is so put together and sophisticated, but also fun.

Like I’m the kind of guy who can make red wine gravy and knows the difference between Great Britain and the United Kingdom, but I am also very bendy and can fuck myself with a dildo while also doing a handstand.

Currently, only one of those three things is true, so maybe I should do some Googling.

Ten minutes later a grumpy Seth is telling me that Corey is out and I should clean the bathrooms.

“Are you sure he said to clean the bathrooms?” I ask Seth for the fifth time. Come to think of it, I don’t think he was grumpy when I first turned up. “It’s not that I’m trying to get out of it, it’s just I hadn’t finished with the paneling.”

“Yes, I am sure.” He rolls his eyes at me. Rude. “Corey said, ‘Ask the little cheerleader to clean the bathrooms. I’ll be back before he finishes.’ I am not fucking telling you that again.”

He stomps off up the stairs. Ugh, frat boys. I swear Bradley is the only sane one. Probably because he spends more time with the cheer queers than his frat bros. Okay, now I feel mean. I should probably hang out with his brothers more often. It must suck to have two separate friend groups.

I grab what I need from the cleaning cupboard and head to the main bathroom on the first floor. Nearly two hours go by, and I am a fucking whiz at this. Corey may think he’s giving me the worst punishment, but I enjoy cleaning. When we were younger, Benny would put on a pure pop playlist, and we’d clean and dance around the house. I still do it to this day. Headphones on, grinding to a viral song, bleaching the shit out of the toilet. Literally.

In the middle of a slut drop, I sense someone watching me. I look up, and I am immediately caught in Corey’s intriguing gaze. His face is a swirl of emotions. Fuck knows what ones, though.

His presence throws me off my bouncing, and I grab at the vanity as I start to lose my balance. I flail around, knocking over a bottle of 10-in-1 just as Corey rushes over. The bottle manages to fall right where he steps, and he squirts the liquid all over my chest as his legs go out from under him, and he lands on top of me, pushing all the air from my lungs.

If this was a movie, he would have landed so our faces and cocks lined up. Sadly, I have the majority of his body going across me like we’re in the middle of a giant game of Tic Tac Toe.

I want to die.

“Shitting hell,” Corey groans out. He rolls off of me and I kind of miss it.

“That wasn’t how I thought my first time having a man pin me down would go,” I snort. A split second later, what I said hits me, and the familiar heat of embarrassment rolls over me.

Corey ignores me like a true gentleman…or because he’s an apathetic ass. Who’s to know?

What I do know is that my clothes are covered in shitty 10-in-1 gel, making me look like I just won a Nick’s Kids Choice Award.

“If I didn’t witness that, I would never believe it just happened,” Corey says, looking down at his slimy jeans.

“I am so so sorry.” I jump up and grab a cloth to clean up the mess. He’s going to fire me on my second day of servitude. He’s probably mentally writing the email to the Dean telling him how I covered his yard in toilet paper and his house in bad smelling gel.

“Hey,” he grabs my hand and the feel of his skin on mine lights an inferno inside me. “It was an accident. If anything, I shouldn’t have scared you. Leave this. I’ll get a pledge to finish it off.”

He stands up and pulls me with him, then leads me out of the bathroom. “Where are we going?”

“To get a change of clothes.”

“That makes sense, but I don’t have a change of clothes here.” Although, if you keep being nice to me, I will happily leave all of my clothes here and be your own private sex slave.

I’m so lucky he can’t read my thoughts.

Unless…

I squint my eyes and concentrate SHOW ME HOW BIG YOUR DICK IS YOU SEXY ASSHOLE.

“Are you okay? Did you swallow some of that gunk?”

Meh, guess it didn’t work. It’s a smart idea to test it out every now and then though.

“I haven’t swallowed any spunk. Shit, I mean gunk.” He chuckles, and the sound flows through me like a lazy wave. It doesn’t help that he’s still touching me.

He opens a door and closes it once we’re both in the room.

His bedroom.

I am in Corey Howe’s bedroom.

It looks a lot different than I expected. He gives off old money, preppy frat boy vibes, but his room is nothing like that. Each wall is painted a different shade of pink, his furniture is mismatched and painted blue and purple, and he has orange curtains and a yellow comforter.

The carpet is green.

Not a dark forest green, a lime green that would rival a bottle of Mountain Dew.

“Here,” Corey says from behind me. I was so focused on his bedroom I didn’t notice him go to his dresser. Turning around, I sure as fuck am noticing him now.

Corey Howe is standing before me, wearing nothing except the tightest pair of white boxer shorts in existence.

I will not stare at his dick outline.

“Is that a piercing?” I ask, not able to tear my eyes away from his thick cock. It would put my disco stick dildo to shame.

“Are you done?” He says, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“I’m so sorry. I-”

“Don’t worry about it. Are you going to take these clothes?” I didn’t even notice the bundle he had held out to me.

“Thank you.” As I grab them, I see the prettiest tattoo to ever exist. Over his right pec, Corey has a sun tattoo with multiple rays of sunshine in a variety of colors. It is the brightest tattoo I have ever seen. It fills me with warmth and happiness.

I put his clothes down and whip my t-shirt off. Smiling, I watch as his eyes zero in on the tattoo above my right pec.

“You have a moon tattoo,” he steps closer, still staring at the black-and-white lines etched on my skin.

“I got it the day I graduated high school. It symbolizes change. A new phase of my life.” It’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole reason I got the tattoo.

“My sun means change as well.” He reaches out as if he is going to touch me, and in this moment, there is nothing I want more. My nipples harden. Shameless little slutty nubs letting Corey know how much he is turning me on.

He pulls his hand away and turns to his dresser.

My stomach clenches. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t want to touch me.

“You were feeling a lot more optimistic than I was, I guess. Your sun is gorgeous. I want it hung up on my wall.”

I get dressed in the navy t-shirt, hoody, and sweats that Corey had given me. Thankfully, my shoes and socks were fine.

“You want to hang my skin on your wall? That is dark, little cheerleader,” he says, with a smirk that could melt my underwear.

I let out a sigh.

“I need to stop talking when I’m around you,” I groan.

“I don’t know. I kinda like it.” His smirk stays in place as he winks at me.

Is Corey Howe flirting? With me? He hates everything he thinks he knows about me. But he has been nothing short of lovely since the bathroom incident.

Maybe he’s starting not to hate me.

I hope so.

Because these warm and fuzzy feelings blooming inside me can’t cope with that.