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Chapter 5
Corrin
I’m freaking the fuck out.
Holy shit.
I have to be dreaming. This can’t be reality.
A pinch to my forearm tells me I’m actually not dreaming at all.
Oh, god.
That makes things even more complicated.
When I presented the idea of fake dating Austen to the Page brothers, I expected pushback at the idea. Of course, there was some, though not a ton. We hashed out the pros and cons of it all over dinner and drinks.
To be honest, I let myself go since I knew the two of them wouldn’t let anything happen. It would hurt Tennyson as much as it would hurt me if there was some kind of scandal printed about me. He’s on my team and feels the same heat I do.
So yeah, I didn’t think about the number of drinks I had or if I was saying something out of line. I didn’t worry about anything other than hashing out what would make this whole situation better.
Tenn mentioning Austen’s issue with people on campus distracting him from his studies and work felt like a sign from the universe. Together, we could fix it all.
I let myself believe it was as easy as that. My guard came down, and I enjoyed a night with my best friend and his brother, who also happens to be the man I’ve crushed on for far too long.
Everything was fine. It was damn near perfect.
Until the whole nudity on the couch thing. Then there was the whole Austen kissing my forehead moment. And we can’t forget the super-hot indecent night clothes my fake boyfriend sported.
I mean… I could see his cock.
Well, not see it.
But I saw a shadow. An outline.
And what a fucking outline.
Dear sweet higher power,
Thank you for blessing my crush with a cock like Thor’s hammer.
Sincerely,
A needy bottom
Ok, so it might not be that big, but it was girthy. The curve of the crown alone is going to star in my wet dreams for the next… forever. For forever. There’s no getting rid of the image.
My cock, which shouldn’t be hard given the amount of alcohol I took in, rises to the challenge. I want — no need — to stroke one out before going back out to the couch. I refuse to walk out of here sporting a woody.
What if he’s still out there? I can’t let him see me this way. He’ll know that this whole fake thing is already affecting me. And then maybe he’ll back out.
No. No, he wouldn’t.
Even if Austen knew I was aroused at the sight of his slutty sweatpants, he would go through with this plan. He’s that good of a guy.
I sigh as I ease down my boxers and wrap my fist around my length. I’ll make this short and sweet.
Maybe not sweet.
