Page 27 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“Nothing wrong with Chris Evans. He’s incredibly handsome.” Teo gave my knee a final squeeze and leaned back to stretch.

I tried to think what posters Teo had in his bedroom, but I couldn’t remember. I pretty much stared at him whenever we hung out, like I was doing now. His treasure trail was exposed and I was committing the intricate curves of his abdomen to memory.

After the feast ended, my eyes traveled up his clothed torso to his face. The moment our eyes met I knew he knew what I had been looking at, though he didn’t say anything. We just held eye contact, waiting for the other to break first.

“Hey guys, mind if I sit with you?”

It was Malik. He was dressed as if he just ran a few miles.

“Early morning workout?” I asked.

“Yeah, I had to clear my head.”

Despite the gear, I could still see some of last night’s make-up on his face.

“Pretty ballsy to dress like that last night. You looked good, by the way,” Teo added.

From what I remembered, it was kind of a half-drag, half-femboy outfit. I thought it was a pink camisole, but it was definitely denim cutoffs. I remembered his ass, for sure.

Malik scoffed. “Thanks, but it didn’t do the trick. He’ll never see me as more than a toy.”

I wasn’t sure who he was talking about, but I couldn’t help but feel a little protective of him. He was a first year, after all.

“Hey, I don’t know exactly what you’re dealing with, but I want you to know, if you need someone to talk to, or support or anything – and I hope I’m not off-base here,” I paused, before continuing, “but I’m gay.”

“Wow, thanks for that.” Malik smiled. “I had a feeling at the beginning of the year. But I think I just need to stop falling for straight boys.”

“I might as well just wear a sign. Does everyone know?” I couldn’t help but feel a little flustered.

“My gaydar is on point, babe. Don’t worry about it. Plus, you’re cute, so I was definitely a tad more invested.” He winked at me.

“Is it someone at the frat?” Teo asked. “Do you need us to intervene?”

“I’m not here to dox anyone but it is someone at the frat. He’ll figure himself out in the end, and it won’t be with me waiting in the wings, that’s for damn sure.”

I was fairly certain it wasn’t the twins, which meant it was someone else there.

In just a few days my jock frat had blossomed into a miniature hotbed of rainbow love. I’d have to keep my eyes open a little more.

Well, my eyes were open. They were just looking at Teo Decker most of the time.

“Do you know who Malik is talking about?” Teo asked me.

We were walking back to the frat.

I shrugged. “Not really. I’m still processing that there’s another gay dude in the house.”

“Who? Malik?” Teo laughed. “I could tell as soon as we met him. He was practically drooling on you.”

“I guess I remember that, a little. You hitting the gym now?”

Teo scoffed. “After that meal, I feel so stuffed. I’m gonna take a nap first, then I’ll go.”

The house wasn’t in too bad of shape when we arrived. There were still a few first years dealing with the party’s aftermath. Since Teo was planning on napping, I told him I’d see him after the gym and stayed downstairs to help finish cleaning.

To be honest, I hadn’t spent much time getting to know most of the other guys, but I hated a dirty house. A condition that anyone living in a frat could’ve told me was the norm on a regular basis, but once Teo secured a room for the both of us, that settled it. If the house were dirty the entire year, I told myself I could deal with it because Teo would be my roommate. I also knew it would make my dad happy too, but it was mostly Teo.

I made small talk with the first years. They seemed excited that an upperclassman was helping them, which made me laugh considering I was likely the same age as half of them. I was only a second year, for fuck’s sake. Although after a while, based on the number of questions I got about Teo, it was clear that my connection to the vice president of the frat had not gone unnoticed.