WHEN THE DOOR to JT’s room clicked shut, I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I didn’t move, but I allowed myself to finally breathe.
Jesus Christ. That had been too close for comfort, because if Dean Hawthorne had caught me crawling out of her son’s bed this morning, she would’ve killed me. No if ands or buts about it. I mean, there’d definitely been a cute butt involved—JT’s ass was phenomenal. However, I didn’t think pointing that out to his mom would’ve won me any points.
After counting back from one hundred, and hearing no one come in or out of the dorm, I cracked open the closet door and popped my head out. When I saw the coast was clear, I stepped out into JT’s room with my clothes clutched to my naked body. I scanned the floor, looking for the boxer briefs I knew I’d kicked off somewhere, but still I couldn’t see them.
Oh well, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d gone commando, and it wasn’t like I could stay here all day, so it looked like I was going to have to collect those some other time. I grinned to myself as I put the clothes on JT’s desk and reached for my jeans. That would just give me a good reason to come back for round two.
I stepped into the denim, and as I tugged them up over my legs and thighs, it was like pulling on jeans after stepping out of the shower. They were tight, tight as hell, and when I finally got them up over my ass, it felt like the material was trying to suffocate my boys, not to mention my dick.
What the…?
I glanced down at the skintight fit of the jeans and frowned, knowing damn well they hadn’t been like that last night. But as I looked closer at the color and quality of the material hugging my thighs, it hit me—these weren’t my jeans.
Great. That was just great.
JT must’ve grabbed mine by mistake during the chaos his mom’s appearance had created. That was just fine for him. He was leaner than I was, so while my jeans might’ve been a little baggy on him, at least they weren’t indecent. These things were cradling my jewels like they were precious fucking artifacts, and while they were to me, I doubted the whole building wanted to see that.
Scratch that—most probably would want to see it, but not like this. Like this, I looked ridiculous.
I searched out something else I could wear, and when my eyes locked on JT’s sweats on the ground, I cursed. Of course the one option that might’ve been slightly looser than the denim clingwrap I was currently in was covered in last night’s…activities. They’d been the closest thing to grab when I wanted to wipe us down before sleep finally claimed us, and now I was paying for my thoughtful deed.
Should’ve just used my tongue.
I shook my head and picked up my dress shirt from the desk, and as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, I was happy to note it was long enough that if I left it untucked it would cover up what I was packing below.
I quickly buttoned it, and debated whether I should throw on the jacket. But at the last second I decided it would be smarter to hold it, just in case I needed an extra barrier between the outside world and my dick.
Ha, now that was a laugh. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d ever worried about modesty, and I wasn’t all that concerned with it now. What I was concerned with was how utterly absurd I looked in skinny jeans.
Could some guys get away with them? Sure. Travis lived in leather pants and jeans that looked as though they were painted onto his legs. Me, however, not so much. My thighs were too muscular, and it just looked…strange. But I couldn’t hide in here forever, so it was now or never.
I shot off a text to our driver, and when he messaged back that he was nearby and to head downstairs, I sent up a quick prayer that my walk of shame really only had to be a mad dash out the side door of JT’s dorm building—and true to his word, there he was.
Having a driver was one of the best perks of living at the Towers.
I shut my eyes and tried to relax for the drive across town. But with these jeans trying to cut off circulation to my legs, it wasn’t easy to get comfortable. I didn’t have a class until later today, and since I wasn’t about to shower in a dorm block communal setting, I was feeling much less put together than usual.
Thank God no one had seen me. If I could keep it that way until later today, that would be A-okay with me.
As we pulled up at the Towers, I glanced at my phone, wondering if JT’s morning was going as well as mine. Sure, I could do with a good shower and something a little less constrictive than a python squeezing my ass, but at least I didn’t have to go anywhere.
JT was currently at breakfast with the dean, for fuck’s sake. Sure, it was his mom, but still, there was no way he couldn’t smell me all over his skin after the things we’d done to each other last night.
My dick jerked as I thought back to the way JT had explored my body after that first go-around, when the initial shyness wore off and was replaced with curiosity. He’d kissed and touched me all over, and when he ventured down to my cock and sucked on it for the second time, the only thoughts on my mind had been about soft brown curls, malleable lips, and eyes that were full of arousal and trust.
I winced as the zipper pressed against my newly awakened hard-on, quickly shoved aside thoughts of sweet smiles and naïve charm, and climbed out of the van. I needed to get upstairs and somehow peel these the hell off me before they caused irreparable damage.
With my head down, I booked it through the lobby to the elevator, not wanting to stop and talk with anyone, and seconds later I was stepping off onto my floor. I twisted my ring around my index finger as I walked down the hall to the door, and just as I was about to pass the key card over the pad, the door opened and East and Donovan appeared in the entrance.
Fuck.
“Well, would you look at what the cat dragged in.” East ran an assessing eye over my disheveled state, and I almost wished I was back in JT’s dorm room closet. “And ‘dragged’ seems rather polite with how you look this morning.”
I rolled my eyes and shoved in past them, and Donovan chuckled as they stepped aside.
“Nice jeans, or are they those jegging things?”
I threw my jacket over the couch and turned on the two morons standing in the foyer looking me over with shit-eating grins.
“Weren’t you just leaving?” I pointed out, but unfortunately for me it seemed my luck was up, because East shut the door and they wandered back into the living room.
“We were, but I’m willing to risk being late if it means finding out where you decided to sleep last night. If I were to take a guess based off your horrible ensemble right now, I’d say you woke up in a GapKids store.”
Donovan started to laugh as I leveled a glare in their direction.
“Since I know you won’t shut up until I tell you, I spent the night at JT’s.”
“And woke up in his jeans?” Donovan’s eyes widened as East’s narrowed.
“You said it, not me.”
East strolled over, running his eyes up from the unforgiving denim to my crumpled shirt. “Bullshit.”
I shrugged. “It’s the truth. You think I’m walking around in these dick stranglers for fun?”
“I have no idea how you’re walking at all. But that still doesn’t prove anything.”
“Oh, so I just happened to put on his pants for shits and giggles? I don’t think so. We took our pants off last night, and when his mom knocked on the door this morning—”
“No she fucking didn’t.” Donovan laughed.
“—JT gave me his jeans by accident while shoving me in his closet.”
East blinked at me once, twice, and then his lips twisted into an immoral smile. “You dog.”
“I told you.” I winked. “Straight or not, they all fall for me in the end.”
East slapped me on the back and shook his head, and the horrified expression from earlier had morphed into that of a proud parent.
He was such a fucking reprobate.
“Now let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” East eyed me, a fiendish spark in his expression. “The bet wasn’t that the golden boy would let you kiss him. That would be too easy, and you would’ve won already. The bet was that you could corrupt him. That you could make him fall for you and do anything to have you. So, what has he done to you?”
I knew exactly what the bet was. I’d been working every angle I could to win it since I’d seen JT that first day of school. But as East reminded me why I’d been in his room last night, and I remembered the way JT’s lips had felt against my bare skin, I found myself reluctant to spill the details.
East scoffed. “Oh, so our little ray of sunshine did go down in the West last night.”
I shook my head. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Wait, so he didn’t?” Donovan asked, shrugging his bag up over his shoulder.
“I’ve gotta get out of these jeans.” I stepped past East and headed toward my room, dodging their questions and suspicious looks. “I’ll catch up with you assholes later this afternoon.”
“Don’t think this bet is over, Weston.” East’s voice echoed up the hall. “To win you have to have solid proof, and so far all I see is a denim mold of your ass. You’re going to have to be more convincing than that to win your dream vacation.”
I flipped him off as I entered my room, knowing full well I could’ve given in-depth descriptions of what JT and I had done last night. But spilling those details to my friends didn’t sit quite right with me.
Maybe it was the shock of everything that had happened this morning, or the lack of blood flow to my brain from these fucking jeans, but the idea of laughing with East and Donovan about my night with JT made my stomach turn. Not because I was worried they’d make fun of me—hell, they’d likely high-five me and pour me a drink after East bitched about forking over his private jet for me to use—but because last night hadn’t gone the way I’d thought it would.
I’d thought I’d show up at JT’s, we’d have some fun, and afterward I’d peace out and go meet up with my friends. Instead, I’d stayed the night, and no matter how hard I tried to tell myself it was just so I could get another taste of him, I knew deep down there was another reason—I hadn’t wanted to leave.
What the hell was I doing? I wasn’t the kind of guy who caught feelings, and I certainly wasn’t going to start now. So if I could stop thinking like some lovesick fool with a crush, that’d be fucking awesome.
I was doing this for a bet. I was with JT to get back at his mom, and once I had it in the bag, I’d tell my friends.
I locked my bedroom door and headed into the en suite, and when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I grimaced.
Jesus, East was right. I did look like something the cat had dragged in, and maybe that was the problem. The reason my head was all over the place. I wasn’t feeling myself right now.
Well, it was time to change that.
I put my phone down on the vanity and stripped out of my shirt. Then I popped open the button of the jeans and let out a sigh as I finally removed the torturous garment from my body.
When they were finally in a heap on the floor at my feet, I shook my head. What a fucking morning. If I hadn’t actually been there myself, I wouldn’t believe everything that had happened. But as I thought back to the rude awakening, the closet, and this damn pair of jeans, I snapped a photo of them, laughing, wondering if JT was feeling the same, then I sent a text.
BTW, I have your jeans. If you want ’em back you have to come and get them. Otherwise I’m torching the motherfucking things.
