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I swing my head back to look at him and nod. Reaching out, I brush my fingers over his chest, through the sweat collecting between his pecs.

He places a chaste kiss to my forehead before moving around me to get off the bed as well, breaking our connection. He gathers his clothes and hastily pulls them on. Becoming aware of my nakedness, I turn on the bed and even though it’s Tacita’s and not mine, pulling the sheet to cover my lower half as I lean back against the wall.

Wyatt gives me a mumbled goodbye before walking out the room, and suddenly the heavy air feels oppressive. Is this what post sex is like? I know I have no experience and I’m pretty sure what we did was a hook up but I thought we might’ve talked after, or at least sat in each other's company a while longer.

Tacita emerges from the bathroom half an hour later, steam billowing out behind her and her skin pink from how hot she likes the shower. She seems surprised to see me still sitting in her bed.

“I’m probably going to have to sleep in your bed tonight, those sheets are going to be ruined.” She chuckles as my face scrunches. I hadn’t thought about it. Without thinking, I untangle myself from the bedding which is no doubt stained in all three of our arousals. When her gaze runs down my body, I can’t help cupping my now soft cock and diving into the bathroom.

Is it meant to feel this awkward?

Showering off the evidence of our morning, I can’t help disliking seeing it all wash down the drain. I know it's stupid. It was just a hook up. None of us mean anything to each other. But maybe for the first time in a decade I want a connection to someone, and maybe for the first time ever, I want it in a non-platonic way.

Chapter 18

Wyatt

I’m fucked.

Royally, totally, fucked.

This place has broken my head, and my dick.

It’s been days since I partook in the best threesome I’ve ever had. And there wasn’t even any penetrative sex.

Who the fuck knew that could rank in the top ten, let alone come out with gold.

But whilst it may have been incredible, it’s left me broken. I swear my dick cannot get hard unless I’m replaying it in my mind. It will only spring to life if I’m pretending I’m frotting against Milo’s dick whilst Tacita jacks us both.

Trust me I’ve tried all sorts. Well, I’ve tried to pick up other contestants of all genders. They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, so when Tacita basically ignored me the next day, I took the message for what it was–that our time together was a hook up and nothing more–and I tried moving on.

Only, when I finally got somewhere with one of the other contestants, some dude from the other residential building whose number I can’t even remember, I couldn’t get into it. We didn’t even get past taking our tops off. I’d shoved him up against the back of his bedroom door and pressed against him and all my brain could fire at me was how Milo reacted when I touched him.

I tried kissing the dude and all my body pined for was to taste Tacita. I still haven’t tasted her mouth and that might be the thing driving me insane the most.

Knowing I wasn’t going to get it up, I’d hightailed it outta there and now I’m stewing. Sitting on one of the outside benches in the late afternoon heat, I’m staring at them both like some lovesick teenager.

The weather feels like it's trying to cook us. Even though the sun has started dropping, and will soon disappear behind the mountains we’re sheltered by, the temperature is beyond reasonable. It’s muggy as fuck and these cheap scrubs are sticking to my oversensitive skin.

Milo is sitting on another bench across the courtyard, he’s under the shade of one of the few trees we have in the compound, books strewn over the tabletop as he draws up more notes. Seffy is sitting opposite him, although she’s lounging, her legs stretching the length of the bench seat.

Tacita, on the other hand, lays in the sun just beyond them. She’s on her stomach, leaning on her elbows, her hair down and cascading around her shoulders, the colours underneath vibrant against the sun’s rays. Her skin too, seems to glow. She’s rolled up her trousers to her thighs, kicked off her shoes and taken off the top completely, only her sports bra covering those perfect tits.

Her and Seffy are laughing and joking, their conversation flowing animatedly. I can’t hear what they’re saying but I wish I was over there with them. A few days ago, I wouldn’t have hesitated. But the truth is I’m scared of her rejection. I know I won’t be able to resist asking her for a third round in the sheets but I also know that she would turn it down.

We’d exchanged a few short sentences yesterday but as soon as we came to the end of the corridor where I’d cornered her, she ran.

And Milo is always at her side. Although, I’ve caught him looking at me more than once. I almost feel that he wants to seek me out, but it’s hard to have any privacy around here and with how shy he is I know he won’t make the first move. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, seeing as he shares a room with Tacita, I haven’t pressed anything with him either.

Have they fucked again? They spend each night alone together and could be doing anything. Everything. It sends jealousy burning through my veins.

See? I’m fucked. Totally broken.

This isn’t me. I don’t linger, I don’t give my hookups a second thought. So what if they’re banging every night?

Practically roaring, I launch from the bench and go in search of some of the other guys I’ve made sort of friends with in this torture chamber and force them to come work out with me. I need some way to expend this energy.

“Fuck me, Toby. That’s impressive, lad” I yell across the gym at number Fifty-Two. He lowers the weight, having deadlifted over three hundred and fifty pounds. Releasing the bar I was using on one of the machines, I bounce across the space to where a group has gathered to have a competition of sorts.