On Wednesday, Will found himself nervous as if he was going on a first date…except he’d been dating the same girl since he was a teenager, so he didn’t even know what a first date as an adult was actually like.
He tried to look his best in a well fitting t-shirt and dark jeans, with his best cologne...the cologne Maddie had bought him two years ago, when he graduated from high school. He didn't even know where the brand was from and he couldn't remember if he'd ever worn it without her around.
He still felt weird doing this while Maddie sat at home. They were still technically together but the end felt inevitable. He’d hung out with her the last two nights but nothing sexual had happened, both of them probably thinking about Will’s plans this evening instead. It was like going to your own funeral, knowing things were over, but trying to find something to take joy in anyway.
Setting out for the frat house that night felt like cheating on years of a life plan, one that he’d never doubted, not once, right up until the moment that it came crashing down, falling apart like a glass house taking just one hard brick to it. He'd seen something similar play out amongst young couples he knew from high school, one by one. Each holiday break, one more 'high school sweet heart' couple had shockingly fallen apart. But Will wondered if any had yet because of one half realizing they weren't even into the opposite sex.
The house was huge and made Will wonder how all these guys even afforded to live here. It was like they were living in their own little world, going through college during the day and living with no rules and no sleep the rest of the time. The exterior was impressive and had clearly stood the test of time through multiple generations, even as the inside had slowly fallen apart and taken on the stink of beer and man. Before he could knock on the front door, it swung open, as if someone were standing on watch duty.
“Yo dude,” an unkempt, overweight guy with a hat on backwards said to him, “you Will?”
“Uhh…yeah” Will swayed back and forth, feeling awkward. He knew he didn’t belong with these guys and that they probably looked it up like a puny, little runt.
“Sam said to just head up to his room...he’s gaming. You know where to go?”
“Yeah…”
Will followed the mystery guy inside and recalled from his cherished memories of Saturday night the way to the stairwell that led to Sam’s attic suite. As he ascended the stairs up to Sam’s bedroom, he heard Sam…and a second voice…yelling back and forth over the loud TV noises. As he reached the top of the stairs, whoever the other guy was let out a loud burp and tossed an empty beer can towards the trash, just barely missing Will as he crossed the door frame.
“Oh, shit, my bad dude!” The other guy said. Will got a glimpse of him sitting down with a gaming controller in his hand. The guy had a mess of fluffy blonde hair and big ears that stood out immediately. His eyes were almost navy blue and in the center of the face of someone that clearly must’ve modeled on the side. He was shirtless with a long black necklace falling onto an incredibly toned, but not large, chest, with lean but toned arms, much smaller than Sam’s. His abs were way more defined than Sam’s though, making him look less ‘big’ than Sam, but ten times hotter. At the base, by his waist band, was a V line that looked as if it’d been chiseled into marble by the gods. His outfit was white athletic shorts…and nothing else…no shoes, socks, or shirt. Sam sat in a chair next to him in a tattered hoodie and shorts, making Will feel ridiculous for getting dressed up. He was completely out of his element.
“Yo, what’s up bitch…” Sam said, getting up and walking towards Will, who suddenly regretted everything from the last few days.
“Uhh…” Will was frozen, embarrassed and wondering why he was here.
“I’m fucking with you dude…relax…” Sam pulled Will into a surprisingly tight hug, a warm embrace that wasn’t sensual but also signaled a seemingly genuine happiness to see him. Will eventually bought that it was real and returned the hug, smelling Sam’s natural, musky scent again.
“Will, this is Chase…” Sam said, beckoning to the godlike specimen across the room.
“Yo dude!” Chase gave a small wave at the tip of his head in Will’s direction, keeping his eyes on the TV as he mashed the gaming controller. He was fixated on the game, to a point that Will wasn’t sure if he’d even truly registered there was a new person in the room.
“Hey…” was all Will could muster, feeling intimidated by both of them.
“You wanna play?” Sam offered Will his controller. It was warm and sweaty from however long they’d been playing. They settled into some shooter games, switching off between them and alternating between split screen and online play, all of them having a few beers along the way.
“What’s your deal kid?” Chase asked Will, as they gamed.
“Kid? You’re the same age, dumbass.” Sam said, crushing an empty can in his hand and tossing it into the trash.
“Whatever!” Chase rolled his eyes.
“What’s my…deal?” Will scrunched his nose.
“Yeah! Your major, where you’re from, all that shit!” Chase rolled his eyes.
“Oh uhh. I’m from here. Nearby and…“
Before he could go any further, Chase yelled at the TV and interrupted him, pissed off that his character got hit. “My bad dude!” Chase apologized, but he was already onto the next thing, like an attention-craved kid who couldn’t stay focused for more than thirty seconds.
They took turns passing controllers amongst the three of them. “You suck, pussy!” Chase would yell, sticking his tongue out at Sam. Sam would retort with a “go to hell, foot fairy!”.
Whenever Chase and Sam were against each other, Will found their banter charming and easing some of the anxiety he felt. They hurled increasingly more insane insults at each other, some that seemed deeply personal and mean, but kept laughing right along, almost respecting the other for just how vulgar or hurtful they could get.
At one point, Chase even whacked Sam over the head after he lost. Sam gave him a look like bitch, don’t test me in response and they just kept on going.
“Will, get him! Fuck yeah, dude!” Chase cheered Will on to beat Sam. Sam responded the same, both of them making Will a vessel to root against the other.
Chase was funny, maybe cocky, but no more so than Sam, and he seemed to be genuinely interested in Will. Neither of them made him feel like he didn’t belong or that they didn’t want him to be there. If anything, it almost seemed like they were both performing for him, trying to impress the third person in the room with their antics.
Chase also wasn’t shy in talking about the four girls he’d fucked in the last week alone.
“So last night I was fucking her from behind and her roommates walked in! Saw my bare ass going to town on their friend! Poor girls with that view, I felt so bad!” He gulped down his beer and Sam laughed hysterically.
A few minutes later and there was yet another story. “Yeah Sunday she just gave me a ‘look’ at breakfast. Walked up to her dorm and she just went to work. Great head and then I was just off to soccer straight from there, she’s awesome! Worst part was I kept leaking at practice, so I just had this stickiness in my shorts!”
It was strange for Will to listen to them. One would think they were the scummiest guys on earth but over time, he felt more that they were just vulgar and liked to overshare with each other. He never felt that either of them were talking down about the girls they were doing stuff with and, if anything, Chase as the sluttier one, seemed hell bent on making sure that girls he hooked up with knew it was just that.
He didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings and was always adamant in making sure his stories included details that he wasn’t taking advantage of anyone and didn’t want to lead the girls on. He was completely open and transparent that he was just a 19-year-old fuck boy looking for a good time; it was his entire personality.
At half past midnight, Will had realized that Sam was right on Saturday that all of Will’s friends were from his relationship with Maddie. He’d come here for one thing but was finding something else entirely; real friends of his own. Even if they were completely different than him in how they looked and acted, he didn’t question their morals anymore…or at least not to a degree that he’d have stereotyped before the other night. They weren’t saints, but at least these two also weren’t truly bad people. He’d definitely pre-judged all of them before giving them a fair chance.
Looking at the clock, Will stood up to stretch, getting ready to say his goodbyes, “I should probably get going, it’s super late and I don’t love walking home this time of night, it feels sketchy.”
Sam looked at him, confused, “Huh? Didn’t you want to…?” He met a face with his eyes.
Will’s eyes darted from Sam and over to Chase, who tilted his head back at him.
“Wait, is this the guy…?” Will asked Sam, pointing to Chase, remembering Sam’s mention of a crazy sophomore who might be open to doing stuff with a man.
“Yeah, Sam promised me an amazing BJ tonight. Did his tiny, dirty dick make you go straight again?” Chase pointed at Sam, teasing him, before Sam gave him a playful smack on his head.
Will’s eyes went wide at the casualness of the comment, especially the one suggesting he wasn’t straight anymore, something he’d yet to fully grapple with and face.
“Hey it’s cool if you don’t want to dude. That’s not why I invited you here. I still want to hang out, it wasn’t just for that…” Sam said quietly, loud enough that Chase may have heard him, but more so trying to reassure Will that he did see him as an actual friend now.
Will took a deep breath, ready to be himself and embrace what he really wanted to say. He was always the responsible, play it safe, guy. But the chance to see Chase naked and keep experiencing the high of a risky, crazy, decision was too much. “I’m game guys, yeah. Like…now?”
Chase shrugged, as if to say ‘why not’?
Will nodded back, “okay yeah…should we…go to your room…?” He asked Chase.
Sam put his hands up in between them, “woah woah woah, I made this intro but I still want in. We can do this right here in my room and I still want you on this ‘tiny, dirty dick’ again Will. You can suck us both…if it’s cool with you of course?” He grinned deviously.
Will returned the devilish grin, knowing now that his infatuation for Sam (or whatever it was) was, in fact, a two-way street. “Let’s do it…”
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