Frat Wars: Presidential Chaos

“Love you, Charlie. You’re the greatest gold I ever earned.”

You can’t compare us to anyone else. All we can do is treat each other right and see where this goes. No one can predict the future, but when I see mine, fuck if I don’t imagine you there with me.”
“For as long as you’ll have me.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“I’m gonna own your hole and your heart, Charlie. You’ll see.”
“I’m scared you already do.”

We’re going to make this work. We have to.
Because life without Charles in it is fucking bleak.

I have exactly zero shits to give about anyone hearing us and working out that we’re having sex, because after today, I don’t want anyone looking twice at him.
He’s my Charlie. Fiery, bright, sweet, and passionate. I want every part of him.

“Boxers?” I was convinced he was going commando. “Disappointing.”
“Excuse you, sir, but I am a gentleman.”
“You were just jerking me off in a room full of people.”
“Yes. Gently.”

my eyes don’t leave Zeke. He’s so … cool. Easygoing. It’s not hard to see why everyone wants to either friend him or fuck him, and somehow, he’s settled on me.

“Your skin is goddamn delicious.”
“Is that sexy talk or cannibalism?”

Charles shirtless feels like dangerous territory, but Charles huddled, flush-cheeked, in my hoodie …
Yeah, my cock takes notice.
Because that image is fucking criminal.