Willing myself not to cry, I head to the empty kitchen. Apologizing will help all around. I’m going to bake some cookies for Bradley and for the Kappa guys, and then maybe when I go over to the frat tomorrow, Corey will hear me out. Or at least be a little more reasonable.

  He’s got some weird assumptions going on, and if I can just show him that I’m not a dick, maybe he’ll be a bit more chill. The punishment so doesn’t fit the crime.

  With all of the rumors swirling around about Corey, it’s a long shot.

  Something niggles at the back of my brain.

  He was mad that I was the entitled one who thought I was owed sex. I snort at the ridiculousness of that. Me, the broke, parentless, dateless, virgin. He is completely wrong.

  But I can see why he thinks that.

  It’s going to be okay, though. I will make chocolate cookies, say sorry to Bradley, get advice from my brothers, and then explain everything to Corey.

  It will all be fine.

  “You should have sex with Bradley!” Benny says, clapping his hands on the screen. “Then he’ll forgive you.”

  Tyler, sitting next to him at the table in the apartment he shares with the other guys on his college hockey team, rolls his eyes.

  “Were you even listening? Bradley and Luke are good. He made the cookies as an apology.”

  “Thank y-,” I start to say.

  “Luke should have sex with Corey.” Tyler finishes, looking proud of himself.

  My brothers are idiots.

  “I’m not sleeping with someone just to say sorry. That is not how I’m going to have sex for the first time.” I run my hands through my curls. “I deserve the punishment. I just don’t think it should be so vast. And anyway, Corey Howe is out of my league.”

  “Did he say that? I will fuck him up. What’s his address? I’m going to send him the biggest glitter bomb in existence. I know a guy.” Benny pulls out his phone and starts muttering something about red flags.

  “Benny, don’t you dare. He didn’t say anything. It’s just a fact. Corey looks like a Greek god, all big and broad, blond and commanding. He oozes sex appeal and confidence. I’m not sure he’s in anyone’s league.”

  Tyler smirks at me. “You want to get fucked by frat boy Zeus’ lightning rod?”

  I can only splutter while Benny and Tyler laugh.

  “Shut up, butthead.”

  It’s a good thing I want to be a kindergarten teacher because I already speak like a student.

  “How are Chase and Zeke?” I ask. Both of my brothers get a gooey look on their faces. Mentioning their boyfriends is the perfect distraction. I also think they are both awesome, so it’s a win/win.

  After they’ve regaled me with stories of what they’ve been up to, we hang up with promises to video chat again on Wednesday.

  I miss them so much. There is also a small, tiny part of me that is so fucking jealous that they get to spend time together. When Benny was in trouble, I understood that it made sense for him to go to Tyler for help, but it still hurt a little that I wasn’t picked. I love hearing all the things they are doing. I just wish I was there, too. Especially as Christmas is coming up and I want to spend the holidays with my brothers. I know I’ll have a lovely time at Mama Russo’s, but it’s not quite the same.

  I need to push those thoughts to the back of my mind and think about the good things I have going on here.

  Cheerleading competitions are coming up in the new year, and I love performing. There is just something about being thrown into the air and having to have complete trust in your base, that is so freeing.

  Cheering at football games is so much fun, but I think I love competitions the most because we’re cheering for ourselves—for me and my cheermates. There is so much power in that.

  My phone buzzes, pulling me from my thoughts.

  Cheer Queers

  Perry: Why has no one text me to tell me what happened with Luke and Corey Howe?

  Lexi: Corey Howe? The guy who got the swim coach fired because he blew smoke in Corey’s direction? That Corey Howe?

  Perry: Yup.

  Lexi: Luke needs to stay away from him. Let Mama Russo set you up on a date.

  Bradley: lol they’re not dating. Luke teepeed Corey’s house and is now his bitch for the rest of the school year.

  Me: He didn’t say until the end of the school year.

  Lexi: His bitch?!?!?!?!?!

  Bradley: Luke has to do odd jobs around the frat house.

  Perry: Luke, how long did he say you have to do this for?

  Me: Um…he didn’t give me an end date. He just said until he was satisfied.

  Nate: That is shady.

  Lexi: What the fuck?!

  Perry: I am going to glitter bomb his house.

  Me: Have you been chatting with Benny?

  Bradley: It’s going to be fine. Luke made him cookies.

  Perry: …

  Lexi: Did you check he doesn’t have allergies?

  Bradley: lol if you make him go into anaphylactic shock, you’ll be in a retirement home and still be his bitch.

  Nate: Dude, stop calling him a bitch. It’s phobic.

  Bradley: But I’m queer.

  Nate: Internalized phobic? I don’t know, it’s just gross.

  Bradley: Sorry man, you’ll be his little Robin. And he can be Batman.

  Me: Nah, I’m his little cheerleader.

  Me: I mean, he calls me little cheerleader. Not his. He doesn’t call me his.

  Perry: Luke

  Me: It’s been a long day. I’m going to sleep now. Love you.

  I put my phone on do not disturb and thank my lucky stars that Perry isn’t going to be home for ages. I change into my pajamas and slide under my sheets.

  His little cheerleader.

  The man hates me. Literally thinks I’m an entitled asshole. There is no way I’m going to be his anything.

  Chapter 4

  Corey

  “What the fuck is going on here?” I shout over the chatter in the frat house kitchen.

  It has been a fucking trying day. My computer glitched, meaning the hours of work I had done on my essay all got deleted, so I had to redo the entire thing this evening. All the study rooms in the library were overrun with freshmen. And, of course, some girl who thought carrots were an appropriate public study snack sat down next to me. Who the fuck eats carrots with no dip? They aren’t like chips. You don’t just raw dog them.

  All this shit means I wasn’t here to explain to the little cheerleader exactly what he needed to do. And now I walk in on him and my frat brothers having the time of their fucking lives.

  “Your boy brought us cookies to apologize for the toilet paper in the front yard,” Seth says, stuffing one of the offending items into his mouth.

  “He’s not my boy.” I don’t know why I needed to clarify that. And I am certainly going to ignore whatever look that just flashed across the cheerleader’s face. “Luke, follow me.”

  I didn’t even bother waiting for a response. I head to my study, wishing I could have actually used it this afternoon. I knew if I stayed here though, there would be countless interruptions.

  Luke shuts the door and sits in the same spot he did yesterday. My initial thoughts of him doing nothing but hanging out with the guys dissipates. He looks rumpled, and there are dirt spots across his face. So clearly, he’s done something.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived. Did you do the task Seth gave you?”

  “I did. I cleaned all the woodwork on the top two floors. I didn’t do it in people’s rooms, though. Some doors were locked, and some people weren’t around to ask. It didn’t feel right to go into someone’s room without asking.” He wrings his hands in his lap.

  I usually like when I make some asshole nervous. They usually deserve the anxiety of not knowing how I’m going to react. But for some reason, this little cheerleader is making me want to reassure him.

  “That’s fine. You made the right call.” I tell him. His beaming smile does something to me.

  I don’t like it.

  “Great! Did you want me to do the downstairs wood next?”

  “Yes.” He goes to stand up and I grab his wrist, stopping him. “Wait, not now. It’s nearly nine pm. You can do it tomorrow.”

  “Oh, cool,” he smiles. He looks down at where I’m touching him, and a blush creeps over his cheeks and neck.

  Does it go any further?

  If I stripped him naked and laid him out on my bed for me to look and touch wherever I want, would he blush?

  Would his nipples pucker?

  Would his cock be hard?

  I think it would be a hat-trick of yesses.

  Why the fuck did my brain go there?

  No sleeping with the little cheerleader. My dick needs to remember that.

  “Um…I made you some cookies,” he says, thankfully pulling me out of my thoughts. I let go of him, and he frowns for all of a second before his smile is back and he’s digging around in a backpack I hadn’t noticed. “I figured the guys would devour most of them, so I kept a few back for you. They’re chocolate chip.”

  He goes to hand me a ziplock bag before pulling it back. “Wait, you aren’t allergic to anything, right? I don’t want to accidentally poison you.”

  “The only thing I’m allergic to is latex,” I say, taking the cookies. Home-cooked anything is my fucking kryptonite. If he is any good at baking, I’ll be asking to clean his house instead.

  “That’s in balloons and condoms, right? Sex parties must be a nightmare for you,” he snorts. His eyes widen. Scared of how I’m going to react. Still not enjoying that.

  “Gets me out of doing the dishes as well,” I say with a wink. “There are latex free alternatives, so I’m actually all good for sex parties.”

  “That’s a relief.”

  “Yeah? Planning on inviting me to one?” Why am I flirting with him? And why is my dick so hard it’s leaking?

  “I wish.” He freezes. “I mean, I wish I knew of any sex parties I could invite you to. Not because I want to take you to a sex party. Not that I don’t want to take you. I just don’t know of any sex parties. I could ask Bradley? He had sex with a hippy couple, and now he can tell if people have had sex recently. Maybe he can harness that power of the sex parties.”

  “Bradley, can tell when people have had sex?” The skepticism coming out loudly.

  Luke nods. “He’s not afraid to announce it either. Lexi and Gio were super embarrassed because they didn’t want people to know they were sleeping with their now boyfriends. Not because they were ashamed or anything. Lexi has loved Ryder for years and Gio was worried about Tucker having recently been in a relationship. It was a whole thing.”

  I think I’m following along, but probably not really. His rambles are so fucking cute, though.

  “Has Bradley ever sensed when you’ve had sex with someone?”

  At this point, I’m just as surprised as anyone else at what is coming out of my mouth.

  “Nope,” he says, popping his p. The blush that had receded is back, and I wonder what that’s about. “I should probably get going. I hope you enjoy your cookies.”

  “Oh, yeah, thank you.” I get whiplash from the speed of the conversation ending. What is that all about? “See you tomorrow.”

  “Bye, Corey,” he gives an awkward half wave, as he leaves the room.

  The second the door is shut, I’m up and clicking the lock into place. I turn and lean against the door, popping open the buttons of my jeans and reaching into my underwear, pulling my granite hard cock out.

  All I can think is I need to come.

  I spit into my hand and start to jerk fast and hard. I need this. Fucking Luke and his adorable rambles and sexy fucking blush. The second I think about what he would look like kneeling on the floor before me, mouth stuffed with my cock, I lose it. My balls tighten, and I explode all over my hand with a grunt.

  I knew I was going to be fast, but that was a fucking record.

  As I slowly come down from my orgasmic high, regret at what just happened seeps in.

  I shouldn’t have done that.

  Luke Green is an entitled asshole, and I don’t want to be attracted to him.

  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.

 

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