“Like you were too chicken shit to come at me in a fair fight?”
Conner laughed. “Your threats are getting old, Trent.”
“No threat. I think you’ve seen some action.” Trent raised his voice. Everyone around us grew quieter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Romeo gesture for the music to be turned down.
Just like that, the music settled into a much lower tone.
“I knew it!” he yelled, pointing at T with an accusatory glare. “That was you! You’re the one who brought the biker over. And that game today?” He held out his arms. “That was just an excuse so you could thrash me!”
“I know it’s hard to believe,” Trent said, “but not everything is about you.”
“Admit it.” He pressed. “Admit the shady shit you’ve been pulling.”
“I can honestly say I haven’t done one shady thing. If you got knocked around in the game today, it’s because you’re a wimp who can’t handle himself.”
Conner’s eyes flared, and he threw his beer across the room. The cup hit the wall, and the tawny liquid splattered everywhere.
“But you…” Trent continued mildly, like Conner’s outburst was nothing at all. “You’ve been throwing all kinds of shade, haven’t you?”
“You deserved every last bit of it.”
I stiffened because that was a clear admission. One punch to his face just wasn’t enough. Nothing I’d done to this kid would ever be enough.
Trent kept his cool. I had no idea how or even why, but he did. “Conner’s been trying to get me out of here for months. He tried to do it by the book, and when that didn’t work, he resorted to other, more unorthodox methods,” he announced.
More of the Omega brothers gathered around. In fact, the party had pretty much come to a screeching halt.
“He’s been talking. You’ve been whispering. If someone has something to ask, then why don’t you just fucking ask it?”
One of the brothers stepped forward. I think his name was Josh. He’d been standing here with Con when we walked in.
“Are you gay?” he asked point blank.
Conner started laughing. “He won’t—”
“Yes,” Trent said, cutting him off.
Conner’s eyes widened in shock. “I told you! He’s been lying—”
Braeden moved so fast it was like no one realized it until Conner was no longer talking and on the ground. Braeden stood over him and shook out his fist. “Shut the fuck up.”
Conner moaned and sat up. Braeden planted himself in front of him and crossed his arms.
I couldn’t help it. I grinned. Romeo did, too. I also wished I’d done it.
“Did you say yes?” Josh asked.
“Yes,” Trent repeated. “I’m gay, and yes, I’m in a relationship with Drew.” He gestured at me with his thumb.
Murmurs and talking started working around the room.
“I wasn’t lying about it like Con would have you believe. I was trying to figure it out, trying to learn how to balance me with the person everyone wanted me to be.” He went on. “But I did lie about something.”
“Ha! I told you!” Conner yelled. “Liar.”
I started forward, and he flinched, his lips pressed together.
Trent rolled his eyes but then turned toward me and held out an arm, blocking me. To the room, he said, “I lied about not knowing who jumped me a couple weeks ago. I do know.”
More murmuring went through the house. “Who was it!” a couple Omega brothers demanded.
“What the fuck, man!” someone else yelled.
“It was my own brothers,” Trent said. “Conner was the ring leader. Daniel, Michael, and Jeremy helped him. They held me down in the parking lot right outside this house and beat me. For weeks, when Conner’s had a chance, he’s whispered taunts at me.”
I watched Trent’s shoulders tighten and his chest puff out with a deep breath. On impulse, I stepped up closer, presenting a united front. It was time I shouldered some of this as well.
“Dick licker, faggot, sinner, pervert, gay boy, you name it; I’ve probably heard it. He also suggested on more than one occasion that I kill myself.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I spat. Anger so hot it was white burned through me. There was no fucking excuse. None.
Braeden’s face turned red, and he reached down and lifted Con by the back of the neck. Romeo moved and buried his fist right in his gut.
Everyone stood there in shock.
But it wasn’t good enough.
I lunged forward and grabbed Conner by the front of his shirt. My vision was tinged with red and my chest heaved with breath. “You’re the one who doesn’t deserve to live,” I growled and punched him in the face.
He crumpled to the ground, and I leapt on top of him.
What if Trent wasn’t so strong? What if Trent didn’t have all the support around him? What if Conner managed to get in his head…?
What if T actually took his suggestion and ended his life?
I hit him again, and there was scuffling and movement all around me. Braeden grabbed my arm, and I swung at him, too.
Conner’s lip was split and bleeding, and his eyes were wide with fear. Maybe he finally realized he pushed things too fucking far. Maybe he understood I wanted to kill him.
A set of vise-like arms wrapped around my chest and dragged me off the asshole. I fought to get free until Trent’s voice penetrated my murderous fog.
“Stop, Forrester,” he said against my ear. The brush of his lips turned me slack. I stopped fighting and let him pull me back. “He isn’t worth this.”
“You are,” I said, my chest still heaving.
Conner was getting to his feet, watching me with fear in his eyes. I gave him a cold look, and he tried to run. A few nearby Omega brothers grabbed him and forced him to stay.
“He’ll get his.” Trent leaned in and said low, “I’m okay. You and I are okay.”
I nodded, focusing on his face and his resolve. Someday I was going to ask him how he stayed so calm. Someday I wanted to know why he was so much more protective of me than himself.
Because he loves you more than himself.
That thought made me want to pound Conner all over again. But I didn’t. I stayed at Trent’s side, and he continued talking.
“I didn’t say anything because I felt betrayed, and it would cause a divide in this house. But clearly, I can’t keep putting up with it, and I won’t lie about who we’re sharing a house with. Before you knew who it was and the reason I was attacked, you all wanted revenge. You were pissed off on my behalf…” Trent’s words trailed off.
“I’ve already spoken to Jack. He’s going to take over presidency. I’m going to step down. I understand not all of you want a man who’s in love with another man to represent this fraternity. But,” he said, drawing everyone’s attention back, “I’m still president tonight, and until I hand this house over. I could have run to the dean when I was attacked. I could have had this entire frat shut down. I didn’t. We take care of our own. I was loyal to you even when you weren’t loyal to me. Think about that.” He stared at Conner.
The three guys who helped Conner jump him were shoved into the room by angry-looking Omega members. The three guys appeared scared and uneasy.
Trent ignored them and continued to talk. “I’m going to hold a house meeting in the morning, an official Omega meeting, and we’re going to put it to a vote. Will the four men who attacked me lose charter? Until tomorrow, this shit is over. You can stop whispering. I’m gay, and I’m in a relationship with Drew. Accept it or don’t. Just know if you come at me, I won’t back down.”
Romeo cleared his throat. “Just know,” he boomed over the room in a loud but calm voice, “that anyone else who comes at Trent, my brother, will also deal with me.”
“And me,” Braeden echoed.
“And me,” I added, even though I thought my attack on Conner spoke louder than my words.
“And the Wolves!” a guy holler
ed.
A bunch of howling and cheering erupted behind us.
Trent turned and looked. I followed his lead. Almost the entire Wolfpack was standing behind us. They were all wearing their jerseys, and they all stood in solidarity with Trent. With us.
“Seriously, guys?” Trent seemed surprised.
I wasn’t. Trent was the kind of guy who inspired loyalty.
“One pack united!” someone yelled.
Everyone in the room started cheering.
When it died down, I glanced over at Con. He looked like he’d swallowed a lemon.
“Fag!” someone yelled from over by the doorway.
Everyone whipped around to see two guys who I didn’t know standing there glaring. They weren’t Omega. They must have just been here to party.
“Trash needs taken out,” Romeo said.
Just like that, the Wolves swarmed the two men and literally carried them out of the house and threw them on the lawn. When the sound of the slamming door echoed through the building, people clapped.
“Remind me to take those jackasses off my Christmas card list,” Braeden muttered. Again, he grabbed Con by the back of the neck. “Speaking of, what shall we do with this one?”
Some of the Omega brothers were standing around, looking conflicted. It pissed me off and made me sad at the same time. Why couldn’t these guys be as quick to accept T as the Wolves?
“Nothing,” Trent said.
Braeden made a face. “Dude, no.”
“Let him go. This is his house. He’s still an Omega. Same with the other three,” Trent ordered, holding his ground.
“Until tomorrow,” Josh quipped.
I smiled. That guy wasn’t so bad.
Trent nodded. “House meeting tomorrow morning. Pass the word.”
I was pretty sure almost the entire house heard, but I guess it was better safe than sorry.
“Now you know!” Trent called out loudly as everyone was still staring at us. “Party it up!”
Just like that, the music blasted through the house again and people resumed like someone un-paused a movie. It didn’t totally go back to the way it was. I mean, people were staring and talking. Omega members were still standing around, looking a little shell-shocked.
Trent went over to Jack and did some kind of hand shake. “Thanks for the heads-up and for the support.”
“I admire the way you’ve handled this,” Jack said. “I hope I’m half the president you’ve been.”
Trent didn’t acknowledge the compliment. “Hey, I’m out for the night. I’m gonna disappear, give these guys some time to think about everything. I’ll be here for the meeting tomorrow.”
Jack nodded. “See you then.”
Outside on the front lawn, Trent stopped and turned to Romeo and Braeden. “You had my back in there tonight and today.” He cocked his head. “You’ve always had my back.”
“Family takes care of family,” Romeo said.
“Thank you.” The sincerity in T’s voice was real. Even though he’d only said two words, he was acknowledging a lot more.
“Give me some man love,” Braeden joked and held out his arms.
Trent hugged him. Then he hugged Romeo. Then they both hugged me.
It was like a man hug-fest.
“Seriously, though,” Trent said when we were done handing out the hugs. “I’ve never had much of a family. I didn’t really know this was possible.”
“Now you do,” Romeo replied.
“Yeah,” Trent echoed. “Now I do.”
We spilt up into separate cars. Romeo and Braeden were in the Hellcat, and T and me were in his Mustang. The second we were alone, I reached for his hand. Our fingers linked and settled over the gearshift.
“How about we shift together tonight?” Trent whispered.
“Together is good,” I whispered back.
That’s how you know you have a love that will last forever. If you can literally fight your way through obstacles for an entire day and be faced again and again with strife and still be able to sit in a car when all is said and done and not only want to shift together, but know you wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’d probably never, ever say it out loud, but there was a name for what T and I had.
It wasn’t just love.
It was #TrewLove.
PS: Get it? That’s our ship name. #Trew.
PSS: Don’t tell anyone I gave us a ship name.
Trent
Have I ever mentioned blowjobs make everything better?
No?
They do.
Today was going to be a long day.
Not just long, but challenging. After yesterday and knowing what today had in store, sleep had been a very elusive thing.
It wasn’t frustrating, though, like lying in bed usually is. I didn’t stare at the ceiling and become increasingly agitated as I counted the hours of sleep I wasn’t getting. Instead, I lay there listening to the sound of Drew breathing. I felt the way his body nestled into mine and the way our body heat mingled together to create the perfect temperature.
When we got home last night, we went straight up to the room. When we first started telling people about our relationship, I thought maybe it would impact the way were when we were alone.
Like there might be some awkwardness, some hesitation. I worried maybe the comments we got about how we were depraved or somehow wrong for our feelings would intrude.
It didn’t happen. Drew and I were beyond mind games. When we were alone, it was like nothing else mattered. No one else came into play. I was my most authentic when I was alone with him, and I thought it might be the same for him.
It seemed like the further “out” in the world we got, the closer it pushed us together.
We had sex again last night. I entered his body from behind. He dropped to all fours on the mattress in front of me, and I stood behind him and slid right home.
Goddamn, the way he felt around my cock was unlike anything I’d ever known. Seeing his long back and broad shoulders stretched out on full display in front of me as I speared him over and over made my stomach quiver with butterflies even as my balls tingled.
I had to press a hand over his mouth when I took him because he was just as vocal as before. Hearing him moan like my cock was the most satisfying thing he’d ever experienced was pretty much the most satisfying thing I’d ever experienced.
He came with his teeth biting my fingers and my hand wrapped around his cock. Just feeling him explode beneath my touch was enough to make me erupt inside him.
Now here I was, lying against the pillows in a bed filled with our body heat, his full lips sliding down over the very length he allowed inside him last night.
‘Course, there was no condom between us now. Now his tongue swirled around my base and licked up my shaft.
Today was going to be a long day, but the way it was beginning sure was sweet. I thrust up a little and palmed the back of his head. Both his hands slid beneath my ass and lifted my hips off the mattress so he could take me deep. As he did, his palms kneaded my ass cheeks while his fingers slid along my crack.
I reached for the lube on the table beside the bed and slid it beneath me so it came into contact with his hands. He grasped it and pulled back but kept my head in his mouth and swirled his lips around it while he opened the slippery liquid and covered his fingers.
A little while later, I was panting with the need to come, and his hard-and-ready cock was standing up off his body, wrapped and eager. He didn’t say anything when he laid on the mattress, just like I didn’t say anything when I handed him the lube.
He didn’t have to ask me to enter my body; he was welcome inside me anytime. His heart already had permanent residence in my chest anyway.
I straddled his hips and grabbed onto his dick.
I knew I didn’t have to ask; this was exactly what he wanted, but I couldn’t not be sure. He was my entire life, and I was going to treat him like it even if I didn’t have to.
/> “Like this, Forrester?” I asked low as I positioned myself right over him.
He nodded, and I sank down.
This was a first for us, a new position. We’d been trying more lately, exploring all the ways we could drive each other to distraction. I sank low, taking him deep. Drew’s chin tipped back and his eyes closed when I rotated my hips and rode him.
I leaned down, bringing us chest to chest, and kissed up his neck to rake my teeth over his scruffy jaw.
We started to move together. Between us, my cock rubbed against his abs, and I dropped my forehead onto his shoulder.
I kept up a steady rhythm, and his hips moved in tune with mine. My body began to shudder with the sweet torture of my dick rubbing against him.
Drew wrapped an arm around me and pressed his palm against my back, pushing my body closer against his and increasing the pressure on my cock. With one hard surge, he pushed deep inside me and hit my prostate.
A moan vibrated my throat, and an orgasm burst over me. He kept me pinned against him and the pressure on that magic spot as I quaked and spilled out all over his stomach and chest.
When I was finally spent, he grabbed my hips and held my body so he could pull out and thrust back in at exactly the angle he wanted.
Our eyes collided; intense emotion built as I rode him. I knew when he was close because his eyes started to drift closed. I grabbed him by the chin and squeezed, forcing his eyes to stay on mine.
“Let go,” I demanded and sank all the way down. Keeping him deep inside, I rocked in small movements, and he came apart beneath me. His eyes went wide, the blue flashed, and a look of awe stole not just one, but two consecutive beats of my heart.
Afterward, I rolled the condom off his cock, and I cleaned up his chest and mine. Because the hour was still early, we snuck down the hall and took a shower together without making a sound.
I had moved some of my clothes over here. They were tossed in the same drawers as his. He told me I wasn’t getting “a drawer.” Instead, I was getting them all, and I had to share them with him.
I liked it better that way.
I dressed in the same jeans I wore last night but put on a long-sleeved polo with royal blue and orange stripes. It had a white collar and some kind of embroidered logo on the left sleeve. Drew wore his usual outfit of black jeans, messy hair, and a long-sleeved T-shirt he could throw his leather jacket over. Not that I was complaining. I liked the way he looked.
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