Katt tried not to think about how it felt to hold Samson’s massive cock in his hands: theheat,the engorged veins like snakes against his palms, thethrobbing.And then the powerful pulsing waves when the man came—
Fuck—what’re you doing?! Stop thinking about it!
His face burned as he forced himself to meet Samson’s eyes, and he prayed his cheeks weren’t as beet-red as they felt.
If Samson, or anyone else, noticed, they kept it to themselves. “If Franco was a part of this,” Samson asked, “then why would he tell you about the real initiation process? He would have to know that when you found out Todd lied, you wouldn’t go through with it. And from what you said, he seemed surprised that Todd told you something else. It doesn’t sound to me like he was in on it.”
“I agree,” Garrett said. “If Todd did this because of what happened in the past, then I’m thinking it’s all him. I’d bet that none of the other guys are involved.”
Katt didn’t know if that made him feel better or worse. He liked the idea thatFrancowasn’t involved, but… maybe it was better if it were just a cruel prank played on him by Todd and the other frat guys.
And had nothing to do with what happened in the fort.
He didn’t want this to be personal.
“You said Franco asked what Todd told you,” Samson said. “Why didn’t you tell him? Because you thought he was in on it?”
“I guess,” Katt mumbled. “I couldn’t think straight. I’d just found out that Todd lied about wanting to be friends again, and I suddenly didn’t trust Franco’s friendship either.” He hung his head. “Not sure I do now.”
Marcus snuggled closer, his tender body warm against Katt. “I bet he’s really your friend.”
Even so, how long would it last when he found out what Katt had done with these guys? Would he suddenly see Katt as a “fag” and spread it all around campus?
What does it matter? You’re leaving college.
“I agree with Marcus,” Mickey said softly, laying his head on Katt’s shoulder.
Samson smiled affectionately at the two boys. “I’m inclined to agree as well.”
“Maybe you should talk to Franco,” Garrett suggested. “When you’re ready. Maybe call him back and explain what Todd did.”
“Maybe,” Katt mumbled. “I don’t know.”
“Your decision,” Garrett said. “Only you know what’s right for you.”
Do I?Katt felt confused and had no clue what was right for him.
Mickey raised his head, his brow pinched. “Wait…” He sat straighter. “When we asked if you wanted to do anything else, you said you did.” He squinted. “But that wasafteryou knew Todd had lied to you.”
“You did say that.” Marcus gazed at him curiously. “Do you…really?”He looked as hopeful as he had the first time he asked.
“I…” Katt was suddenly unsure about his answer; had hemeantwhat he’d said before about wanting to go on? Why would he? When he looked from the twins to Samson, he started to understand why. There was something about the trio that pulled at him, and the thought of going further with them warmed his loins.
“Katt, if you’re not ready…” Garrett started.
“I think…” Katt swallowed hard, glancing at the two boys on either side of him. “… I am.”
What’re you saying? You’re really going to go through with this? Why aren’t you walking away?
Katt had no answers that made sense. He didn’t want to think about anything right now: not Todd, or Franco, or college. He just wanted to forget for a while, submerge himself insensation, in thephysical, and just live in the world inside this house, shutting out the other world.
Marcus, though eager, pursed his lips. “Are you sure? We won’t be mad if you change your mind.”
Katt’s breath hitched as he locked eyes with Marcus—those endless blue pools pulling him under. “I’m sure,” he breathed with a slight rasp. Marcus didn’t hesitate; he cradled Katt’s face, thumbs brushing his cheekbones as their mouths crashed together. The kiss was wet, urgent, Marcus’s tongue sliding past Katt’s lips like he was claiming him. Katt groaned into it, his pulse hammering so hard he swore Marcus could feel it against his palms as the world narrowed to the slick slide of lips and the erratic thump of two heartbeats.
Then Mickey was there, his smaller frame pressing flush against Katt’s side, warm and insistent, his tongue tracing the seam of Katt’s lips before slipping inside. Katt moaned, the sound vibrating between them as he sucked Mickey deeper, tasting mint and something darker, something that made his cock throb. Mickey hooked his leg over his thigh, his knee grinding slow circles against Katt’s erection, each press sending sparks up his spine. The friction was maddening—just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy—and Katt arched into it, chasing the promise of more.
Katt gasped, and Mickey pulled back just enough to breathe against his mouth, wet lips still grazing his. “You taste so good.” His knee slowed its rhythm, gentling into something more like a suggestion. He brought one hand up to Katt’s jaw and just held it there, his thumb resting at the corner of Katt’s lips.
