Chapter Fourteen

Perry

Sooooooo??? How did you do on your test?

I've been thinking about it all day, my stomach in knots as if I were the one taking the damn assessment. But I know how hard Theo studied, and I know how important it is for him to do well. It's unfathomable to me that he lacks self-esteem, that he doesn't see how hot he is or that he feels like he's stupid, when he's very fucking hot and very fucking not stupid.

I've decided that along with all the friend sex we're going to be having, I'll also help him build his confidence, but in a way where he remains Adorable Theo.

I shift on the couch, my laptop on my thighs as I stare at my phone, waiting for Theo's reply. I haven't seen him since the night he slept over. It's only been a few days, and we've been texting like crazy the whole time. It doesn't feel like the awkward messaging we shared after he wanted to kiss me at Shenanigans. It's the typical Theo-Perry chatter, and wow, we totally have a typical us, which is weird and new and confusing.

Puppy: Just got out of class and was about to text you! I got a C!

Damn it. I hoped for better. I'm just typing out that we'll do better next time, when another message comes through.

Puppy: A high C! I'm stoked!

Backspace, backspace, backspace. Relief floods me that I didn't send the I'm-sorry message. If he's happy with a high C, then I'm happy too.

Me: That's fucking awesome. We need to celebrate… Blowjob celebration? I'm kicking myself that I didn't suck you off the last time we were together.

Puppy: Yes. That. Please do that. And you're literally going to get me hard while I'm walking across the quad.

Me: Let me see?

I set my laptop beside me on the cushion and adjust myself. Ty's at school, and Brax is at work, so I'm at the house by myself.

Puppy: Wait…what? You want to see my dick?

Me: Of course I want to see your dick. Why wouldn't I? If you can find a private place to show me. I'll go first if you want.

Blood rushes to my groin at the thought, my cock filling, growing.

Puppy: Of course I want to see your dick too. You go first.

I pull my track pants and underwear down. I'm not at full mast, but my dick does still look great, if I do say so myself.

I open the camera app, hold the base of my erection, and snap a photo. Not happy with how it came out, I stroke myself a couple of times, play with my balls, picture Theo blushing when he sees it and what it will feel like when I'm on my knees for him, and poof, one fully erect cock coming his way.

After snapping another photo, I text it to him, then tug my clothes up. Here I go, giving myself blue balls again for my cute little puppy.

Puppy: Holy shit…damn. That's so hot. Why are dicks so hot?

I chuckle. I'm not sure there is anyone in the world who makes me laugh the way Theo does.

Me: One of life's great mysteries. Do I get to see yours too? It's okay if you're not comfortable.

Puppy: Give me a minute. I'm going into the bathroom.

I wait, rub myself through my clothes, watching my phone with bated breath as though I've never seen the dick in question or gotten a photo of a cock in my whole life.

Luckily, I don't have to wait long before a photo pops up on the screen.

He's in a stall, pants down mid-thigh, heavy balls filled with cum, the red head of his erection leaking as his cock points up, looking painfully hard.

Me: Fuuuuuuck. You have such a pretty cock, Puppy. I can't wait to suck it for you. Can't wait to empty those big, full balls right down my throat.

Puppy: Dying. Dead. You can't say things like that when I have another class to go to. I thought you were my friend?

Grinning, I reply: I'm the best friend ever. I'll blow you. It doesn't get better than that.

Puppy: I gotta go. I really don't want to, but I can't be late. We'll do that celebrating soon?

Me: Yep. And we'll also do some studying. Next time we're getting a B on your test!

Puppy: Really?

Sweet fucking boy. What is it about him?

Me: For sure. I'll help. What are friends for?

Puppy: Yeah, what are friends for…blowjobs and studying. I wish we'd met earlier.

I chuckle, about to respond, when I hear, "Why are you staring at your phone like it has boobs?"

I fumble my cell, head snapping up to see Ty standing there. Holy fuck. He'd come into the house and headed my way, and I hadn't even realized it. I press the button so the screen turns black and he can't see whom I'm messaging. Then it hits me that I have code up on my computer, so I slap the lid down.

"Were you watching porn and sexting in the middle of Brax's living room?"

"Because you haven't fucked out here?"

"Totally different." He winks, goes to sit beside me, then thinks better of it and takes the chair.

I roll my eyes. "I wasn't jerking off. I was sending a dick pic, yes, but that's all."

Ty snickers, then drops his head back. "Fuck, I'm tired. School is going to kick my ass. Plus work. I guess it's a good thing we're only allowed to play college sports for four years. I'd have been fucked when lacrosse season rolled around."

"You don't have to work," I remind him. It was a whole-ass thing when Ty first got the job at Shenanigans. His dad didn't want him to work at all, but especially not at a bar. They'd since worked it out, and I'm proud of Ty for wanting to work to pay his way. It's clear he's trying to take more responsibility for his own life, and that's awesome. But if it's too much, that's okay too.

"You're one to talk." He cocks a brow at me.

"He's not my dad," I counter because I can't see him that way. Don't know how. He raised Ty. That makes him his dad. He's my sperm donor.

My brother frowns, and I'm immediately hit with a heavy wave of guilt, pulling me beneath the surface. The last thing I want is to make him feel bad, and I know he does. Ty blames himself, as if he has any control over Montgomery Langley.

"Fuck." He rubs a hand over his face.

"It's not your fault."

"Logically, I know that, but it's still tough. Even when I didn't know you, you were my brother by blood. Now that I do, you're also my brother by choice, and it just fucking sucks. We're working on things, and I'm trying not to hold the past against him, but it's hard because I care about you."

This is the thing that most people don't see in Ty—how big his heart is. He's cocky and doesn't take most things seriously, but damn, he cares about people.

"You can care about me and still have a relationship with the man who raised you. The shit between me and him is different. When I was young, he chose not to be in my life. Now as an adult, I choose not to be in his. You don't have control over either of those decisions, and neither is your fault. What you do have control over is how you feel about me, and clearly, you see how fucking awesome I am, so I'm your brother by choice. You're mine too." I shrug, a little uncomfortable with the emotion.

"Wow…we're sweet and shit, and we totally just had a moment."

I shake my head at my brother, but his response couldn't have been more perfect. It's him, and it fits us.

"So…who had you looking at your phone the way I used to look at mine when talking to Brax?"

My heart seizes up and then tries to jump up my throat. I cough, and Ty laughs as if I'm not dying.

I give him the finger. "Fuck you. That's not even close to what's happening."

He shrugs. "Whatever you say, little bro. I know that look because I felt that look. I didn't want to fall for Brax any more than you clearly want to fall for whoever had you all moony. Feelings don't work that way, man. I bet a hundred bucks you're going to fall."

I shake off his words. There's no chance of that happening. I don't do relationships. Theo and I are just having fun. "Who are you betting? Me?"

"Nope. Myself." He pushes to his feet. "Continue sexting. I'll stay in my room. Just finish before Brax gets home. He'll be way grumpier about it than me."

Ty closes his bedroom door, leaving me alone.

He has no idea what he's talking about, I tell myself as I open my messages.

Me: I wish we'd met earlier too.