Corbin House Chronicles: Brotherhood Unbound

Chapter 16: Beau And Wesley In The Bathroom

Marc arrived back at the frat house after his jog, still feeling the warmth of the morning sun. As he entered the kitchen, the familiar clatter of dishes and voices greeted him. Colt, Max, and Beau were already awake, gathered around the kitchen table, looking like they'd just survived the aftermath of last night's party. Trey was leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee, and his hair was tousled in a way that made him look effortlessly attractive.

"Morning," Marc greeted, setting his keys down on the counter. "What happened last night?"

Max let out a long sigh, a faint blush on his cheeks. "We got a little too into the beer pong," he said, winking. "Nothing too wild, just... a few mishaps."

Beau groaned, clearly feeling the weight of the hangover. "Mishaps? More like disasters. I can't believe I woke up in the game room next to Colt... both of us naked." He rubbed his forehead, still trying to process what happened. "And Zeb was passed out on the couch in nothing but his boxers."

Marc raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Wait, Zeb too? Damn, seems like the party got a little more intense than I thought."

Beau shrugged. "Yeah, and Cain was... a bit too touchy last night. He was flirting with you, Marc. I think he really liked you." He said it with a smirk, as though it was some inside joke.

Marc felt a sudden warmth rise in his chest. The idea that Cain might have been into him made him feel flattered, but also a bit more self-conscious. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but also curious. Cain had that mysterious, intense energy, and Marc hadn't missed the way Cain's eyes lingered on him in moments during the party.

"Really? I had no idea," Marc said, trying to sound casual. But it felt nice to be noticed, especially by someone like Cain. He couldn't help but smile as he continued his breakfast.

The four of them sat down together and continued chatting, swapping stories of the previous night's madness. The talk eventually turned to their classes, and before Marc knew it, it was time for everyone to head back to their rooms and prepare for the day.

Later, as the morning wore on, Beau found himself sitting next to his classmate, Wesley, in the lecture hall. He could feel the slight headache pulsing at the back of his skull, a reminder of the night before, but Wesley's calming presence helped to ease it.

Wesley was one of those people who just had a natural allure. Standing at 6'2", he had an effortlessly attractive vibe. His Texas accent was subtle but warm, and the way he looked at Beau with those gorgeous green eyes always made him feel a little flustered. There was something magnetic about him. Maybe it was the confident smirk he wore, or the way his shirt stretched across his muscular chest. Beau had always admired him from afar, and sitting this close only made it worse.

"Thanks for helping me out earlier, Wesley," Beau said, grateful for his classmate's quiet assistance when the professor had called on him for recitation. Wesley just shrugged, offering him a playful smile.

"Anytime, Beau. Glad I could help," he replied, his tone warm and easygoing. "You looked a little rough this morning, though. Don't let me catch you partying too hard again, okay?" Wesley teased, giving Beau a nudge.

Beau chuckled, trying to avoid the fact that his hangover was still lingering. "I'll try my best," he said, making a face.

When class ended, they decided to grab lunch together. As they walked side by side to the campus dining hall, the air between them felt charged with something unspoken. Wesley kept the conversation light, asking about Beau's major and joking around with him, but there was an underlying flirtation to their interactions. Beau couldn't deny the chemistry that seemed to hum just beneath the surface.

After lunch, the two of them made their way to the bathroom before heading back to class. Wesley, always the confident one, stepped into the stall first, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Beau took a moment to splash some cold water on his face. He glanced over at Wesley, who was already finishing up, his back turned to him.

As Wesley stepped away from the stall, Beau couldn't help but notice the quiet, almost playful energy between them. Wesley caught his gaze in the mirror and winked. "Something on your mind, Beau?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Beau smirked, leaning against the sink, trying to keep his composure. "Just... thinking about how much you enjoy making me blush."

Wesley grinned. "Is it working?" he asked, stepping closer, his gaze lingering on Beau's face.

Before Beau could respond, Wesley casually adjusted his shirt, making sure Beau could see just how well it fit over his broad shoulders and chest. "You're not the only one who can make a guy work up a sweat, you know." Wesley chuckled, clearly enjoying the subtle flirtation.

Beau, feeling a little daring, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

Wesley, clearly sensing the shift in their dynamic, stepped just a little closer, the space between them almost nonexistent. His voice was quieter now, more intimate. "I don't mind if you get a little closer, Beau. You know, you've got a way of making a guy's heart race without even trying."

Beau's pulse quickened as the tension between them thickened. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but he didn't look away. "Guess I'm not the only one with a bit of a wild side," Beau teased, his lips curling into a smile.

Wesley's smirk grew as he leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against Beau's ear. "You have no idea," he whispered.

The flirtation continued in the bathroom, neither of them fully committing to anything but both of them clearly enjoying the chemistry. Eventually, they pulled away, chuckling softly. Beau could feel the heat in his chest but also a sense of excitement bubbling up from within.

They left the bathroom together, their playful banter continuing as they headed back to class. Despite the teasing and close moments, there was a sense that they both knew something more was just beneath the surface, waiting to unfold.

As they entered the classroom, Beau couldn't help but feel a little giddy. Whatever this was between him and Wesley, it was just the beginning.