Chapter 13

13

Ash

B eing a cat dad wasn't on my bingo card for the week, but neither was my stepbrother hoovering up my cum in the back of his car.

Yet here we are.

Since we adopted Frat Cat, Colin and I have been tending to his needs, helping him through his recovery. We've always been good about caring for Colin's rescues together, but this time, maybe because of what the vet tech said about us looking like a couple, or because of what began in the car, it feels more coupley—taking turns giving him his meds and watching him to make sure he's eating and drinking enough. We're not just physically taking care of him, but emotionally too. He's had it rough, been all on his own, so he needs extra love, which Colin and I have plenty to give.

Between being cat dads and dealing with school and work, we've had our hands full, but we've gotten our fun in too .

Exchanging playful, flirty texts.

Making a game of feeling each other up discreetly around the other guys in the house.

Clearly, we stumbled upon something at that gas station.

It was more exciting than a live stream. It brought me to fucking life, but also made me a little cum monster. It seems to have had the same effect on Colin—at least, I assume that's what explains our epic jerk-off sessions—one downstairs late while everyone was asleep, the other in the shed out back. Both times, he was as cum-hungry as before, getting every fucking drop in.

Colin makes it easy not to overthink any of it. Or feel like there's anything wrong with what we're doing. I can just enjoy every second. Lap it up like he laps up my cum.

When Friday arrives, the house is setting up for the TaskFrat Challenge after-party. The event will be at Sigma Alpha, but after, everyone will be rushing here to get their drink on.

I head downstairs with Frat Cat wrapped in a towel, meet Marty and Lance outside, where they're positioning the bar in the yard.

"Is that cat gonna be your excuse to get out of helping out?" Marty asks as I offer some scritches to our new fur baby.

Our wounded kitten leans into my touch; he's warmed up to me quickly.

"His babysitter is on the way, so you guys will have a whole five more minutes without me."

Marty rolls his eyes. "Wish I could have a five-minute break."

"Sometimes we all wish you'd take a longer break than that, Marty," Lance teases, which makes me laugh.

"That was harsh," Marty says.

"Truth hurts."

Marty shakes it off. "I don't know why you and your bro decided to become cat parents when that thing would eat your gerbils in a minute."

"I've taken the necessary precautions. Really, now I have three critters to protect from Payton's python."

Marty shivers. Snakes and spiders are not his thing, and Colin has had to keep him from killing either more than a few times while we've lived at the Alpha Theta Mu house.

Marty's unpacking the box of liquor when he shoots a glare at Frat Cat. "You filled out your pet wai—"

"I swear," Lance says, "if you ask him about the pet waiver again, I'm gonna kick you in the nuts."

Marty flinches. "It's a rule to make sure our insurance covers shit."

"They filled it out the night they found him. They just haven't told you because they like how it's grating on your nerves. "

"Little fucks."

I'm in stitches. Marty is so fucking easy to work up.

"Afternoon, boys." Colin's voice makes my skin prickle, and I turn to see him approaching. He's been tucked away in his room today, working on a paper. And I must admit, the brief separation has made me needy.

"Oh, good, you can make up for your slack-ass brother," Marty says.

"Uh-uh. I'm not having this," I tell them. "It's your turn with the baby anyway." I hand Frat Cat over to Colin and head around the bar. "Here, you guys pass me shit, and I'll get everything set up."

Marty passes me the liquor from the box, and Lance hands over the cups and bar paraphernalia.

While we do that, Colin steps behind the bar with me. He massages Frat Cat's neck. It reminds me of all the moments like this, throughout our lives, when I've seen him tending to his animals. Nursing them back to health. He's a good cat dad.

I continue packing the bar when I feel a hand on my ass, then a gentle squeeze.

A jolt of excitement rushes through me as I look toward Lance and Marty, then at the guys around the yard.

Behind the bar, no one can see what Colin's up to.

He's a naughty cat dad.

This is what the past few days have been like since we messed around in the car—touching and caressing each other discreetly, waiting for Marty to notice and say, "Oh my God, you weren't fucking kidding!"

As much as I love this game, I'm pissed Colin's in the better position to grope me.

His thumb strokes back and forth, his hand creeping lower. I push my ass back for him, savoring his touch, since I feel like I've been starved of it all day because of a stupid fucking essay.

"So who did you get to babysit that cat?" Marty asks.

"Do you know Miranda from Phi Kappa?" I ask. "We're friends from Math League in high school."

Marty's expression twists up. "Someone not interested in seeing all the frats of Alpha Theta Mu make asses of themselves in skimpy outfits? There's a first."

"I think her girlfriend understands why that's not really her thing."

"Oh, right," Marty says. "Guess that was a shitty assumption for me to make."

"Don't worry. We expect it from you," Lance teases, which makes Marty burst into a laugh.

"Fucker."

"Colin, will you be coming tonight?" Lance asks.

"I hope I'll be coming." He gives my ass another squeeze. All this attention on my ass is new.

I glance over my shoulder, and he sports a smirk.

Don't suggest anything you wouldn't follow through with, Col.

Marty pushes to his feet and glances over the bar, making Colin pull back his hand.

My heart sinks.

"Looking for something?" Colin asks, sounding annoyed that we were interrupted.

"Where the fuck did Payton put all the gin?" His gaze meets mine, and he winces. "Jesus, Ash, you've been getting some sun. Need to up the SPF."

I glare at Colin, who knows why my cheeks look like this, and he gets a good chuckle out of it before my phone buzzes. Miranda's arrived, so I take Frat Cat out to her, giving her the info the vet tech provided before handing him off with his crate. Then I get back to the guys.

Colin and I manage to keep our distance and focus on helping out rather than messing around, and after we all finish up, Lance gives me and the other TaskFrat guys a fifteen-minute warning.

Fifteen minutes—that's all I fucking need.

I tail Colin, who acts surprised by his stalker before slipping into his room and making like he's about to close the door on me, but as I push in, he's all smiles.

I kick the door all the way open behind me and tackle Colin, forcing him back onto his bed.

"Fucking ass," I say as I mount him, straddling his leg, placing my hand against his crotch. I check the doorway before rubbing him firmly. "Making me get all hot and flustered in front of the guys…"

His gaze cuts to the door like he's waiting for someone to walk by, then turns back to me.

"And after not spending any time with me all day," I say like the greedy fuck I am.

He closes his eyes, resting his head against the mattress. "Fuck," he mutters.

His crotch is a rock already, and I slide my hand under his waistband.

We're in plain view. Anyone could come in at any moment and see us.

Thank God.

"Why didn't I ever know what a little perv you are?" he asks as I grip his girth and give it a good pump. He growls through his teeth. "You tease. You know you have to leave soon."

I pull my hand back up and lick my palm, sliding back under his sweatpants to wet his dick.

I lean close, inches from his lips. "You coming to see me at TaskFrat tonight?" I whisper.

"You know damn well I'm gonna be there."

"Not just there…to see me ," I clarify.

"Of course it's to see you."

Why does that feel so fucking good?

I reward his dick with another stroke, then glance at the door, listening, my senses ready to detect anyone heading this way. I'm torn between the fear of getting caught and the excitement of what we're getting away with. Why is this so electrifying?

I continue stroking him, and his eyes roll back like this is the best anyone's ever jerked him.

"You like it too," I say. "Knowing that someone could walk by at any minute and see your pervy bro jerking your fat cock?"

He knows I already know the answer to that, so he just rocks his hips.

"Or I could stop?"

"Don't fucking stop, Ash."

I snicker, enjoying this power I have over him.

Colin cups my ass cheek, gripping firmly.

At first when we were groping and fondling each other, he would go for my cock, maybe my side or the small of my back. Why's he so interested in my ass today?

It brings forth fantasies I've had the past few days, since I learned what he could do to my fucking body.

A part of me is sure it's my wish, not his. Another part of me knows in my goddamn soul it's what he's thinking right now. "You keep grabbing my ass today. You don't just want to come in my hand, do you? You want to know what this tight hole feels like."

How could I not think about what that cock would be like inside me? How he'd feel?

Fuck, if that's how we felt just messing around, I know it'd be good.

How did we go from chill stepbros to me wanting to use him like a fuck machine?

"Yes," Colin says. There's a high to knowing, once again, that I'm fucking right about him.

"Would you be as good to my ass as you are my cock?"

"You know I would," Colin says, and I hear it as a promise. "You know I'll be the best you ever fucking had."

I lean close to his ear and whisper, "You're damn right. You said you love making me feel good. Fuck, you know how good that would make me feel? Do you want to hear me begging you to fuck me harder? You have any idea what it'd do to me if I came while your thick cock was slamming against my prostate?"

"Oh fuck, Ash."

A creak from a floorboard in the hall catches our attention, and I move like lightning, freeing his cock and rolling over on the bed.

Colin looks like he's recovering from a tackle, eyes wandering like he doesn't even know where he is, and I feel like I've just shaken out of a horny trance, this primal desire Colin's unlocked in me.

Lance pops his head in. "Come the fuck on, Ash. We gotta get ready. We need to be out of here in ten minutes."

There's panic in Colin's expression. "He needs, like, five," Colin says, his words nearly a threat, the look in his eyes desperate, pleading.

I'm hard too, but there's something exciting about the hunger in Colin's eyes.

"Be right behind you," I say as Lance heads off.

Colin doesn't waste time. As soon as the coast is clear, he rolls on top of me. He straddles my leg, seizing my wrists, reminding me of when he used to pin me when we wrestled around, except this time, our hard cocks are pushing up against each other.

"What the hell?" he says. "You can't just go after working me up like that. We can make it quick."

"Come on, Col. It'll make it more fun. Leaving you like this now so that when you're watching me at TaskFrat, you're jizzing yourself thinking about what you're gonna do to me later."

His gaze is wild, feral. "This is definitely cruel."

I lean up and bite his chin gently, then whisper against his flesh, "And as we've established, you like when I'm cruel."

As I pull away, the panicked expression twists into that familiar grin.

"I want you thinking about me, Col, about this. About what you want to do to me all night long. I want every fucking second of your mind to be occupied with all the dirty things you want to do to me. And how you'll make up for me leaving you like this."

He leans down, licks my cheek, then bites into it.

Like when he was eating up my cum, his movements seem beyond his control. A rush of desire overtakes me, swirls of sensation radiating through me, and I gasp.

"This is what I want," I tell him. "You to be so fucking horny, you're not even thinking when you fuck me."

When the hell did I start saying things like this to my stepbrother?

He takes a few deep breaths, which slam into my skin, when the creak outside the door returns. Colin leans back just as Lance heads in.

"I knew I should have pulled you out the first time," he says, unfazed by Colin having me pinned down, which really isn't terribly suspicious for us. "Enough roughhousing. You gotta get your contacts in before we go. Come on, Ash."

Colin crawls off me, and Lance takes my hand, practically dragging me off the bed.

"You can kick the crap out of your brother later," he calls out, and I glance over my shoulder, enjoying that determined look in Colin's eyes, which are right on my ass.

Damn right.