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Jack could. Formals bugged him. Guys rushing around campus to find a date, any date. Everyone dressing up like it was important, when all they really wanted was to lure some girl into bed. Then there was the slow music and dancing he only ever participated in from a distance.
Participated as in watched.
“I mean,” Billy said, “I had a real blast at the last one.”
“Dude.” Jack put his hand on the copper head and pushed forward. “Of course you had fun. You got laid.”
“Sure did, thanks to you talking me up. Say, wanna do that again for me sometime?” Billy grabbed Jackson’s hand and pulled hard.
“Give it up,” Jack said with a grin. “You still can’t take me.”
Billy yelped at Seth to help, and Seth, with his tousled hair and dirty green eyes, heaved his gangly form forward and tugged on Jack’s other arm. With a particularly well-timed yank, the pair almost had him on the floor.
Marcus sprung to his aid. He flexed like a pro wrestler. “You two don’t really want a tag team match against us, do you?”
Seth dropped Jack’s hand immediately, and Jack swallowed the bubbling urge to snort.
Seth eyed Marcus up. “Rather not get my head shoved in the toilet.”
Jack laughed. Marcus was a softie. He’d never dunk Seth in the toilet.
“C’mon, Jackson,” Billy said, with just the right stress to annoy his big brother. “This time the formal will be fun.”
“Really? Watching sharks circle and girls pointing and giggling? Nope, not fun.” He shook his head.
“You can bring a date.” Billy flicked a ginger bang out of his eye and turned toward Seth, who shrugged. “It’s not like we all don’t know you’re gay.”
Jack rolled his eyes. So there would be two of them for everyone to point to and talk about? “Just… no thanks.”
Flopping back against his pillows, he looked up at the ceiling, and then across the room to Marcus’s desk. Even if he thought it was a good idea, it still left the tiny issue of having no one to take.
“Seriously, Jack.” This time Billy’s blue gaze held Jack’s firmly. It was his “no more bullshit” look. He liked that about Billy, the way the sprightly guy could be as playful as a puppy and then switch to full-on terrier. Made things interesting. “Seth and I will hang with you.”
Jack shook his head. “You say that, but we both know hanging with me and my date won’t help you get laid.”
“By that point you should be trying to get laid too.” Billy raised his eyebrows suggestively, drawing a laugh from Seth. Even Marcus snickered.
“Not in our room, he can’t,” Marcus said, grabbing a textbook and settling onto his bed.
“What?” Jack stared at his roommate. Sure, the topic hadn’t come up recently, but he’d had to leave for the night a couple times. He expected that to work both ways.
“Yeah, not here. Don’t you remember our bet? First to get laid has dibs on the room for the rest of the school year?” Marcus looked over his shoulder at him. “I’m quite certain I won, and this dance I’m feeling lucky.”
“How do I know you won? There was no proof.” Jack always teased him about that. Not that he had any desire to see a picture of Marcus fucking anyone.
Marcus’s cheeks reddened. Worked every time. He loved Marcus like the brother he’d become, but he could be such a prude sometimes.
“I… you know I won.”
When Jack couldn’t hold back the laugh, Marcus buried his face into his book, muttering, “Fucker.”
“Why don’t you make a new bet?” Billy said with the snap of his fingers. “First to get proof wins.”
“Just ask everyone else on the floor. She was a real screamer.” He saw the look on Marcus’s face and went for the kill. Doing his best girl voice, he said, “Oh Marcus! Yes!”
The book came faster than expected. As usual, Marcus had good aim. “Fucker.” He made eyes at Seth and Billy. “You two up for a handicap match? I bet the three of us can dunk Jack in the toilet.”
“No way.” Billy moved closer to Jack’s bed like a loyal pup. “Me and Jackson are tight. We can take you and Seth any day.”
“Careful what you wish for, Billy.” Marcus glared at them both. “He thinks it’s fine to walk around the room naked, and he snores like you won’t believe.”
Billy cast him a sideward glance. Keeping as straight a face as he could, Jack shrugged. “The snoring part is a lie, but I don’t feel pressed to cover up when I’m changing.”
“Um….” Billy inched away. “I said tag team, not roommates. But back to the formal. Why won’t you bring a date?”
“Did it ever occur to you I might not want to subject someone I like to a night of being the freak show?” Last dance, four girls came over to tell him they could make him straight.
