Corbin House Chronicles: Brotherhood Unbound

Chapter 4: Connor And Trey In The Frat House

Trey settled into his usual spot in class, but something caught his eye from the hallway. Just outside the classroom door stood Max, shifting from foot to foot, looking slightly out of place. Trey frowned, wondering what Max was up to, when their eyes met through the glass window in the door. Max gave a subtle wave and held up a small envelope.

Curious, Trey excused himself and slipped out of the room, meeting Max just a few steps from the doorway.

"Connor wanted you to have this," Max said with a smirk, handing him the letter before quickly stepping back and disappearing down the hallway. Trey's pulse quickened as he looked down at the envelope, immediately recognizing Connor's bold handwriting on the front. Trey tore it open, his stomach flipping as he read the note inside:

"Trey, I expect to see you at the frathouse as soon as possible. Class can wait. -Connor"

Heart racing, Trey glanced back toward his classroom. The boldness of the note had him feeling both panicked and intrigued. He took a deep breath, then mustered up his best look of discomfort as he raised his hand and spoke to the professor.

"Excuse me, I'm not feeling well. I think I need to step out," he said, placing a hand over his stomach for emphasis. The professor nodded sympathetically, and Trey gathered his things, making a hasty but measured exit. As soon as he was out of sight, though, his casual act dissolved, and he practically sprinted to the frathouse, the excitement and mystery of Connor's summons coursing through him.

Upon arrival, Trey navigated the hallways, his mind racing with possibilities. Reaching Connor's room, he took a breath, knocked, and opened the door to find Connor casually lounging on the sofa, dressed in nothing but a pair of snug black briefs. His toned body was on full display, with his arms stretched behind his head, his muscular frame and defined armpits exposed. Connor's casual, devil-may-care grin only heightened Trey's already tense nerves.

"Ah, there you are," Connor said, giving Trey a slow once-over. Trey's face flushed slightly, and in a playful attempt to mask his nerves, he snapped to attention, giving Connor a mock salute.

Connor chuckled, nodding approvingly. "Good form. But today, I need something more than a salute." He turned slightly, patting the bed beside him. "How about a massage? All this working out has my back feeling a bit tight."

"Sure, no problem!" Trey replied, his voice steady despite the thundering of his heartbeat. He stepped closer as Connor lay facedown on the bed, the broad expanse of his back now exposed. Trey swallowed, placing his hands on Connor's shoulders and beginning to knead the firm muscles beneath his fingers. He felt the warm, smooth skin under his hands and tried to focus on the task, even as Connor's proximity sent a buzz through him.

Connor's breathing was slow and relaxed, his body fully at ease as Trey worked over his shoulders, pressing and massaging with deliberate care. He moved down to Connor's lower back, using his thumbs to knead out any lingering tension. Each touch felt charged, and Trey couldn't deny the arousal building in him as he continued.

At one point, Trey's hand slipped just a bit, his fingertips grazing along the edge of Connor's briefs and unintentionally brushing the firm curve beneath. Connor shifted slightly, giving a low chuckle, but didn't move or stop him. Trey's face grew hot, but he pressed on, focusing intently on Connor's back, as if the only thing that mattered was giving him the perfect massage.

Connor let out a satisfied sigh, his tone lazy and relaxed. "Not bad, Trey. You've got a real talent for this." His voice was soft, but his tone was laced with something else—a subtle challenge or tease that only added to Trey's nerves.

Connor twisted to look at Trey with a glint in his eye. "You don't have to stop there, you know."

The invitation was unmistakable, and Trey's breath hitched as he met Connor's gaze. Wordlessly, he ran his hand down Connor's side, brushing his fingers along the waistband of Connor's briefs. Connor didn't move, waiting, allowing Trey to take the lead, his relaxed smile encouraging him to keep going. Trey's hand inched forward, slipping into the waistband, brushing against the heated skin just beneath.

Connor shifted, giving Trey better access, and Trey's own heartbeat thundered in his ears as he felt Connor's arousal. Trey leaned down, trailing his mouth across Connor's chest, tasting the salt of his skin, feeling the warmth radiating from him. Connor's breathing grew heavier, and when Trey finally took him fully into his hand, Connor let out a soft groan, pushing up against him.

"Trey..." Connor's voice was low, coaxing him on as Trey moved, his hand sliding over the hard length of Connor's body. As Trey and Connor embraced, a palpable tension hung in the air, their excitement barely contained. They moved together slowly, savoring every touch, every shared breath. Trey's heart raced as Connor held him close, their connection deepening with each passing moment.

With his hands exploring Trey's body, Connor's touch was firm yet gentle, his movements unhurried but intentional. Trey felt a thrill surge through him, his entire body alive to each sensation. Any initial nerves melted away as Connor's steady presence grounded him, turning every hesitation into pure anticipation.

When their bodies moved in sync, Trey's breath caught, his emotions building with each passing second. They met each other's rhythm effortlessly, guided by the trust and excitement between them. Trey's voice was a mix of quiet gasps and soft words of encouragement, revealing just how much he was enjoying the experience. In return, Connor's confidence grew, his own soft sighs and whispered words of reassurance filling the room.

As their energy heightened, Trey felt a wave of euphoria that left him feeling completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. He leaned into Connor's embrace, letting himself fully experience the closeness and connection. Even after reaching a peak of intensity, they continued, both unwilling to let the moment end just yet.

Finally, as their passion slowed, they held each other with a lingering closeness. Trey felt a deep satisfaction as Connor's gentle smile softened the intensity of the moment, leaving him with a warmth that extended beyond words.