Page 2 of Nothing to Lose

Hunter

Did I go out of my way to flirt with the secretary at the housing office so Eli and I could bunk together this year? Yep. Worth it. I knew he’d be pissed, he’s been hell-bent on hating me since our parents announced they were getting married. Probably even before that, if I’m being honest. Neither of us even knew the two of them were dating, let alone planning a quickie engagement and a summer wedding right after we got home from school in the spring.

The two of us have always had a little unspoken rivalry since we met through rugby our freshman year at school, each of us being a little overly competitive with one another. But being rivals turned into full-blown one-sided enemies the moment my mom and I moved into their house in June. Now he puts a helluva lot of energy into hating me. Probably doesn’t help that my favorite way to pass time is to fuck with him. I can’t help it. His body is so fucking responsive to everything I do and say. I’m obsessed with the way his face blushes when he’s uncomfortable or embarrassed, the way his chest rises and falls when I make an inappropriate joke . . . and my favorite? The way his eyes get hazy and heavily lidded when he catches me checking him out.

I’ve got no proof that Eli is also gay, but if the way he looks at me like he could eat me alive is anything to go off of, I’d say we’re playing for the same team . . . and not just Corvus Rugby.

I’m about to set the second box of Eli’s down on the floor in front of his bed when the toe of my shoe hits the edge of the carpet I laid down, causing me to trip. The box flies forward onto its side, the contents spilling out on the floor like tumbleweed in the desert, as I fall flat on my stomach with a hard grunt.

I glance behind me, guessing I have about two minutes before Eli walks in with more shit. Not wanting to piss him off further, I move quickly, pushing his stuff back into the box, when my heart bottoms out into my stomach. Packets and packets of lube are all over the floor, accompanied by a large, thick, lifelike dildo. I pick it up, running my hand over the realistic ridges and veins, my head picturing what Eli could be doing with this. My cock responds right away, bucking against my zipper as it hardens. Fuck what Eli does in his alone time with this. I want him spread out in front of me, legs pulled back, my hand wrapped around his cock while I fill his ass with this.

Jesus Christ, that’s so fucking hot.

“What the fuck, man? Why are you going through my shit?” Eli barks as he storms into the room. I quickly stand, finding his face beet-red. Fuck, he’s cute. I put my hands up innocently, the dildo flopping in the air from my movements. Eli snatches it quickly from my hand, ripping open the top drawer of his end table and throwing it inside with force. My dick is rock hard as I run my palm over it, readjusting so it’s not quite so noticeable.

“In my defense, I tripped, and the shit spilled out. Why do you have so much lube? Plan on sleeping your way through the school this year? Or just going to get a lot of use out of that big boy in the drawer?” I tease.

“Fuck off, Hunter. Don’t you have other shit to do?”

“Uh, other than unpack like every other student here? Nah. Plus, this is way more interesting than anything you’ll find in my boxes.”

Eli turns to face me completely, running his hands through his thick head of chestnut-brown hair. “Can we please just forget you saw that?” His eyes are desperate, pleading, like he’s well and truly uncomfortable. He shouldn’t be. Sex toys are meant to be fun . . . hence the word toys.

I take a large step forward, putting me directly into his space. I’m about a head taller, and it forces him to crane his neck slightly to look up at me. I know he hates that I’m taller than him, but I fucking love it, especially because I know he’s got me in strength. He’s got the most beautiful hazel eyes I’ve ever seen, swirling between rich amber and caramel. If someone’s not careful, they could easily get lost in those eyes. I’d know. I’ve been crushing on Eli for as long as I can remember.

“How about a deal? I’ll forget I saw all that if you tell me what you do with it,” I offer, desperate to hear him say the words. I’m not an idiot; there’s only one reason he has that thing, and the thought of it alone is driving me mad, but to hear him say the words? To tell me he uses it to pleasure himself? I’d probably come right now in my fucking pants.

We’re only inches apart, so close that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his brow from walking up so many flights of stairs with the boxes, and I so badly want to lick the saltiness away.

Eli’s breathing hitches, and for a brief moment, we’re suspended in this moment, the tension between us coiling tighter and tighter. Lights flicker, and everything seems to disappear for a split second. My eyes fall down to his lips when his tongue slips out, slowly dragging through his seam, wetting them. It’s innocent enough, but to me, it’s so seductive it’s causing my heart to beat at an unhealthy rate. Eli has absolutely no idea how sexy he is and how he affects me just by existing. But when his face turns molten, his lips looking so desperate to be bruised with kisses, it’s intoxicating, and I wonder if he’s feeling the same things I am. I can only hope.

“Tell me, little brother, do you fuck yourself with it?” Eli’s lips part ever so slightly, his eyelids growing heavier. Fuck, he’s just as turned on as I am. I want to hear the words spill from his lips, want him to admit all the images playing in my head right now are real.

“I’ve arrived!” a voice belts out, interrupting the spell we were both under, keeping me from getting the confession I so desperately wanted to hear. Eli responds quickly to our visitor, planting his hands on my chest and shoving. Hard. It catches me off guard, so I stumble backward until my legs hit the bed, forcing me to land on my ass. I recover quickly as Rome waltzes into our room like he owns the place. “The crew is finally back together! How was your summer break?” he asks as he leans against the closed door of our bathroom. “Get any good pussy?”

It takes all I have not to let my eyes roll into the back of my head. Being a gay man while playing college sports means that unless you’re already openly gay, everyone’s going to assume you’re straight. Case in point.

We’ve been playing rugby with Rome for the last two years, and I’m not hating the fact that he’s graduating this year. He’s kind of a dick. If he’s on our floor, this may be a little bit of a problem for me. Especially if I want to get my brother to start seeing me less like his rival, and more like the guy he wants to get naked with.

Chapter 3

Eli

The next few weeks are rough. There’s always an adjustment period when it comes to getting back into the swing of things at school, but team practices are getting worse and, therefore, harder as we lose every game we’ve played so far. Coach is pissed, and our captain, Silas, is distracted. Not a good combination if you ask me. Which is why I step it up, pushing myself harder than I ever have before. My only goal this year is to be the best player I can be, and to show the coach and the team that I can lead them next year. The hit I landed on our captain surely helped my case. He’s a hard fucker to take down, even if it hurt like a bitch.

My sweaty clothes cling to my body in the chilly autumn air as the team walks off the field, heading toward the showers.

“Hey, Blackwood!” our coach’s voice bellows from behind us. Silas turns around in his direction, the rest of us tripping up in the process.

“Yes, Coach?” Silas yells back.

“Get your shit together! You look like you haven’t slept all week! You’re playing worse than my grandmother, and she’s been dead twenty years!”

Goddamn. Even I wince. I don’t want Silas to have a shitty season, especially because it’s his last, possibly ever, but his shitty playing and leading are only going to make me look better.

“Yes, Coach.”

“What crawled up his ass today?” our teammate Dean asks next to me, running his hand over the tight braids on his scalp. He’s another junior, an all-around good guy, and one hell of a player. His dark brown eyes are narrowed, like he was personally offended by the insult our coach slung at our captain.