Page 80 of Frat Ghost Wingman

My dad added, “Your mom was worried you’d forget to eat with all your studying and waste away.”

“Teo finally show you around the gym?” Teo’s dad, Michael, asked, flexing for effect.

Before I could answer, Teo said, “Nope. Zach managed to figure it out all on his own.”

I wasn’t used to people making small talk about me. Or my body. “Can we please change the subject?”

“I just made some coffee,” my mom said, squeezing my arm. “Let’s head into the kitchen. I can make you boys some cocoa if you want.”

“Coffee’s fine.”

“Oh my goodness! My boy is so grown up!” She pinched my cheek for good measure, then made for the kitchen.

I rolled my eyes and heard Teo mention how nice the neighborhood looked covered in fresh powder.

“Yeah, we got about eight inches last night,” his dad replied over his shoulder.

I wanted to make a joke so badly but I kept my mouth shut as our parents filed into the kitchen ahead of us. Teo grabbed my waist, holding me back, and leaned in to whisper over my shoulder, “I hope I get about eight inches tonight.”

If he kept saying things like that, it was going to be hard to keep my hands off him and our parents would definitely notice.

After a ten minute interrogation about the semester and our final exams, we were released on good behavior to our own devices. We, of course, headed straight for my room, promptly locked the door, and started making out.

“I’ve wanted to do this every time we had a sleepover,” I confessed.

“Yeah?”

I nodded. “I jerked off once or twice before,”

“While I was here?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s fucking hot,” Teo said. “Did you ever jerk off sleeping over at my house?”

I smiled at the memory. “Of course. We were like thirteen and talking about jacking off and sex. It got me horny as hell, I used to cum in my sock.”

Teo laughed and he tackled me, pushing me down onto the bed.

“That’s why you went barefoot so often at my house. Even in the winter when the floors were cold.”

“I never remembered to pack a second pair.”

“You could’ve used my socks.”

“Then I’d have to explain what happened to mine,” I said.

“I wouldn’t have cared.”

“Well, now we don’t need socks. Just each other’s shirts.”

“Or mouths,” Teo added.

I pushed him off me, catching him by surprise, and climbed on top of him. Taking advantage of his position, I pinned his arms above his head. Of course he became almost instantly rebellious, choosing to thrust upwards, either trying to push me off him or using his crotch to beg for attention.

I ignored that part of his body and leaned down instead. As soon as my tongue touched his exposed neck, Teo warned, “No hickeys.”

In the familiar comfort of my bed, we became so lost in each other and our bodies that we lost track of time. The knock on the door brought us quickly back to reality, though thankfully I had locked it.