Sleeping With The Homie 2

18

Needless to say, I agreed to the foursome the next day at lunch. We're currently at a booth at Whataburger. It's the usual setup with Gian and I sitting across from Lashawn and Isaiah.

Of course, this puts a big grin on Lashawn's face. "Knew you'd come around." He comments.

"Fuck you." I grumble, but I don't argue.

"Have patience, bae." Lashawn replies with a wink, "It's coming up real soon."

"Ughhhh!" I groan in annoyance. I've never been so annoyed by a nigga, but still want to be fucked by him at the same time.

"I'll get you to drop the act real soon." Lashawn says confidently.

"We'll see." I challenge.

Whole time, Isaiah has been looking back and forth between Lashawn and I. "Goddamn, the sexual tension between yall." He comments before throwing a fry in his mouth.

"It's thick." Gian adds, "I can only imagine how suffocating the room is gonna feel on Christmas Day."

"That should be my line actually." I retort, "Especially after what I've seen yesterday."

"Don't act like you didn't like what you saw." Gian gives me a knowing look.

He continues in a teasing tone, "Me having complete control and Isaiah looking all desperate. He's even prettier when he's begging, right?"

"Oh my God..." Isaiah whines, hands switching from covering his ears to covering his face.

My brain flashes back to the memory of wet, puppy-like brown eyes fluttering up at Gian and full, brown lips in a pout. However, the flashback is soon cut short by Lashawn talking. "So y'all just had a time yesterday, huh?"

"A time might've been had," is said by me at the same time Gian flat out says, "Yes."

"Hm, so you don't mind if we borrow Zach and have a time of our own later?" Lashawn phrases suggestively.

"Hollon now-" I attempt to protest.

"Have at him." Gian agrees on my behalf, "Don't fuck him yet tho. Gotta wait til' Christmas."

"Um!" I exclaim at the same time Lashawn says, "Bet."

"Why am I in it?" I protest, "Gian was the one that-"

I look around the room before bringing my focus back to the group. I lean in and I whisper, "-kept fucking me even though Isaiah entered the dorm."

"Y'all need to gang up on that nigga." I conclude.

"Aw, but ganging up on the self-proclaimed prude is more fun." Lashawn replies while licking his lips.

"Self-proclaimed indeed. We know Gian ain't do all that nut-licking until you got to him, Zachariah." Isaiah interjects.

It's my turn to cry out to the Lord now. "Oh my God..." I mutter, covering my face with my hands.

(Time Skip)

After completing my homework for the day, I end up at Lashawn's house. I stand outside of his door in a brown Ed Hardy tracksuit, a white tee poking out from under my jacket, a pair of the brown and white Jordan 3 Retro Palominos, and a matching Ed Hardy beanie with my hair tied back. Oh and how can I forget my gold chain and gold studs combo to finish it all off.

I eventually muster up the courage to knock on the door. Immediately after, I'm on my phone, swiping through Instagram stories to mask my anxiety. I hear the sound of footsteps growing closer and closer until I hear the knob turning. The door swings open and I'm hit with the smell of Lashawn before I even see him. He smells fresh like he just got out the shower. When he does come into view, my thoughts are confirmed when I see his wet curls.