Page 103 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“That’s cool with me, Evan. Obviously. Did you feel like you couldn’t tell me?”

“It’s not that. The guys…they’re friends.”

“Oh.” I tried to think of the next thing to say that wouldn’t sound judgy. “Like…our friends?”

“You know them.”

Whoa. “And they don’t know you’re seeing both of them?”

“Oh no. They know.”

“You kinky bastard. Here I am, wanting to get fucked by my boyfriend and you’ve got two guys!”

Evan finally broke a smile. “Yeah, it’s just a giant fuckfest over here.”

“Wait, so what’s the problem?”

Evan didn’t answer unless groans counted.

I pulled my hoodie on and grabbed my gloves out of my bag. “Well, let’s figure this out, dude. Come to the frat tonight. Hang out with us. We can order pizzas and eat chocolate until we pass out.”

Evan sighed. “I’m not trudging back to my dorm in below zero weather at two in the morning.”

“I’d like to point out that this wouldn’t be a problem if you lived at the frat.”

“There’s no way I would get any studying done if I lived there, especially not with what’s happened this year.”

I wasn’t ready to give up. “You can sleep over. I sleep with Zach anyway. My bed’s empty.”

I didn't have to wait long for an answer.

“Okay.” He pulled me in for a full hug; he gave the best hugs excluding Zach. “Sounds like a plan. You can help me untangle my thoughts and I’ll make sure you ask Zach for math help.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean-”

“Oh no, the door’s closing, I can’t hear you.”

I grabbed my bag and chased Evan out of the locker room.

Evan hadn’t wasted any time and Zach wasn’t happy.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were struggling?”

“Evan saw my light-up butt plug.”

Zach closed the gap between us quickly and I flinched when he smacked my ass.

“Don’t try to distract me.” He kept his hand where it made contact, pulling me against his body. “How bad is it?”

With his other hand, he held my chin in place, so I was unable to avoid his stare. There was no point in lying anyway. He’d be able to tell.

“We’ve only had quizzes so far. The first exam is next week.”

“Good. That means there’s time.” He dropped both hands and moved to his desk, grabbing a pen and paper.

“We are not starting now.”

“I’m just making a plan.”