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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
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SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
TONY’S POVI can't decide if staying back for Thanksgiving was stupid or just hopeful.Luke never said he wanted to spend the break together. I just assumed. I pictured us having actual time—no practice schedules, no teammates hanging around, no pretending we're just friends who happen to spend every free moment together. I thought maybe we'd cook something terrible in our kitchen, or he'd finally sleep over without setting an alarm for five AM.But Luke's been gone more than he's been here. Road trips. Team dinners. Something about "building chemistry" with the guys. He texts me updates like I'm his mom: "heading to Burlington," "back Sunday maybe," "coach is being crazy."I don't text back much anymore.The apartment feels huge without Vanya. Her room is across the hall, door cracked open like she might walk back in any second. But she won't. She's in Ashwick, probably helping her mom with pie crust and pretending everything's normal. At least that was the plan.I made soup yesterda
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CALEBS POVEllie’s talking about the weather. “It’s supposed to dip below thirty this weekend. I told Mom to wrap the pipes, but you know how she gets.”Tim keeps shifting beside me, slow and lazy. His thigh presses into mine again. He hasn’t moved it since he got in the car.I stare out the window, watching the houses blur by. Nothing looks different. Same cracked sidewalks. Same half-dead lawns. Same old Christmas lights some idiot never took down.Ellie taps her fingers on the steering wheel, humming along to a Christian station playing something acoustic and too cheerful. She keeps glancing back at us like we’re adorable. “You boys have barely said two words.”“We’re conserving energy,” Tim says.His voice is low. He doesn’t look at me. There’s no need too.Ellie wants us to be friends. Real close. If only she knew how close we already are. Just not in the safe-for-family-dinner way she’s hoping for.Ellie laughs. “Well, save some of that energy for helping unload. Mom made me p
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER THIRTY
CALEBS POV Three weeks go by so fast in a blur of fading bruises, make-up quizzes, group meetings where I nod almost the entire time and hope no one notices I’m behind, and Vanya won’t stop emailing me tutor recommendations. She acts like it’s her new full-time job. I’ve been floating through it all, my body still catching up to the fact that I was mugged, like, outside a library. I still instinctively flinch whenever I hear fast footsteps behind me sometimes. By some divine intervention I didn’t fail. Barely scraped through most of my midterms, but Vanya was right—I do need help. I didn’t argue when she said it. Just nodded like some tired, broken toy. Somehow, against all odds, I passed. It felt like the universe decided I’d had enough for one season. The group project is still going, though I’m barely involved. They give me the slides to format, which takes five minutes max. It’s like they know I’m not all there, and I can’t even be mad. They’re not wrong. I’m tired in
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CALEB’S POVIt’s almost thanksgiving. Well, three weeks to thanksgiving. The weather’s getting colder by the day but not cold enough for snow. Leaves turning brittle, crisp wind cutting a little sharper when it brushes past my neck. Thanksgiving’s three weeks away and I swear it feels like I’m on borrowed time. Everyone’s talking about going home—travel plans, family dinners, stupid traditions they can’t wait to get back to.The midterms were…. shitty. I don’t even have to check my student portal. I already know I’m failing Social psychology, Research Methods and statistics. I’m not brave enough to face my failures.Is it normal for a psych major to feel this clueless about their own mind? How could I explain someone else’s?In psych, we’ve got a group project and I’m barely in it. No one gave me a task. I tried to offer once and I got talked over. Now I just sit through meetings while they plan things around me like I’m furniture. And maybe that should’ve felt like a blessing. N
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
TONY’S POVI float back to consciousness, the first light of morning leaking in, as Luke’s hand glides from my shoulder down my back to settle warm and possessive over my ass. He kisses the spot where my hair meets skin, his hand still fondling my ass without shame or hurry.“Lukas..” I mumble, roughly.“Mm?” he hums, his hand still lazily roaming over my skin.“You know I’d let you do anything to me right?”I feel his body still behind me, just slightly.“Anything?” he asks guardedly.“Yeah,” I whisper. “Even when I’m not… like, totally awake to agree.”A silence falls like a boulder. I instantly regret it.“What?” His voice sharpens, confused and on high alert. “Are you still drunk?”“No—I’m not.” I shift, suddenly self-conscious under his stare. “I just meant… if it’s something you want—if that’s something that ever crosses your mind—I wouldn’t say no.”He pulls away completely, the warmth of him vanishing from my back like I imagined it. He sits up, and I do too, chilled.“Why are
SWEET DEBAUCHERY: AN M/M COLLEGE, CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
TONYI can feel Luke everywhere. His hands rough on my torso, sliding under my shirt, to graze my nipples. My back is against the wall, my legs locked around his waist. His mouth on mine, his tongue fucking my mouth so thoroughly, I’m dizzy with it—drunk on him now, not any alcohol.When he drags his mouth to my neck, I groan. my sharp intake of breath quick and ragged. He sucks and marks me with love bites along my neck; each one ignites a mix of pleasure and possessiveness that sends heat straight to my cock, predatory and filthy and so good it makes my hips jerk. Like muscle memory, my hand lifts to keep his head in place , greedy for moreI grab his ass and roll my hips to meet his, seeking all the friction he has to offer.“Did you like watching?” I ask, low and out of breath. “Me and Caleb.”He doesn’t reply.He just smacks my ass—hard.The sound cracks through the room, and I jolt, a shocked moan punching out of me.Before I can even catch my breath, he grabs the back of m
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