Straight A's E27 | There can only be one Alpha in this house

Everyone is over the age of 18

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From Troy’s POV:

Today feels different from the rest of the week. I feel like a big weight has been lifted from my chest. During the last month, I tried my best to ignore my thoughts, but the truth is that I did think about my situation with Joe a lot. Our “situationship” as some of my friends would call it. It really fucked me up how we left things before.

Last night was the best sleep I've had in a while. Double loads will do that to a guy, and I woke up finally not worrying about if I handled the situation like a man or not. Really, it worked out as well as it could have...

I jump out of bed, ready to start my day. After classes, I’ll stop by the tutor center to study, then I'll go to practice. 

The shower was taken by one of my roommates, so I strolled into the kitchen to take a bite of an apple. 

Should I text him good morning? He'd probably like that.

I hear the bathroom door open and I chuck the apple core into the garbage from across the room. Taking off my shirt, I make my way to the bathroom. 

Ben comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I used to want to have that big-burly-guy type of muscle mass but honestly that would probably slow me down in basketball. 

“Sup?” I brush past him to get into the bathroom and he stops me with a hand on my shoulder. 

He looks at me for a moment, like he's noticing something different on my face. Then he says, “You saw the beta last night?” I immediately tense up at his choice of words. 

“I'm late,” I say flatly as I brush off his hand and go into the bathroom. “If you don't mind.” I start to close the door. 

“Wait.” Ben blocks the door from closing. “I need him. If I don't pass this assignment, I'm fucked. Like kicked out kind of fucked.” 

Yeah, deserved, you motherfucker.

“Tell him he can do what he wants,” Ben says to me. I can't resist shaking my head a bit. Who does he think I am? 

“Talk to him yourself, dude. This ain't my business.” I try to close the door again. 

Ben blocks the door with his foot. Now, I'm getting really peeved. I kick his foot away and he retracts his leg but pushes on the door. 

“I'm serious! Man to man. I need this favour.” His heavyset stature makes the door immovable. “Just ask him. You know he'll do it. Tell him I'll let him suck my toes again.”

The imagery of Joe getting this brute's nasty foot shoved in his face flashes in my mind and I feel a burst of anger. Impulsively, I push Ben’s hand away with force, making him take a step back. I immediately close the door when the opportunity arises. 

Clack! 

Finally. Thank fuck. 

BANG BANG BANG! The door sounds like it's about to shatter. 

“You're not the same ever since you started taking it up the ass! Fucking beta like the rest of them!” Ben shouts through the door. I fling the door open, slamming it against the inside wall of the bathroom. 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I advance on him, blind with rage.

“Beta. Bitch.” Ben bumps his hairy chest against mine. 

“Watch yourself,” I seethed through my teeth, balling up my fists. 

Ben looks down at my hands and smirks at me. “You think you can take me on? I'm not a pretty boy.” He's a wrestler and I know I wouldn't win if we got in a scuffle.

But damn does he deserve a good punch in the face. 

“Yeah, that's what I thought. Keep taking it up the ass. Do your teammates know that you guys suck because you spend all your free time sucking cock?” 

Yeah okay. Fuck it.

Next thing I know, we're on the floor wrestling. Our hallway isn't large to begin with and our limbs slammed against the walls as we fought for control. 

Stay on top. Stay on top or you're fucked, I say to myself. 

Still, he managed to pin me down. In a last effort attempt, I freed my hand and tore at the first thing I could grab.

His towel. 

His towel flies off and Ben immediately releases me, standing up and backing away. 

Oh what the fuck.

Why is he hard?

Like really hard. Not just a little semi but like he is really excited to have been on top of me. God, that's fucking nasty. 

“Give me that!” Ben shouts. I shake my head and stand up, then throw his towel on the floor between us. Ben snatches it up, one hand covering his hard junk. “Shut up. Shut the fuck up.” 

My wrist hurts from where he pinned me down. I shake my head again and walk past him and go into the bathroom. I hear Dustin and Jeff come out of their rooms to see what happened.

I gotta get out of this shit hole. 

After I showered, I shoved my gym clothes in my bag and headed to class. Distracted by this morning’s event, I forgot to bring anything useful. I zoned out in class thinking about what went down. 

Why was he hard? Ugh. 

I didn't want to have to talk about that with him. In fact, I hope I never have to see him again. 

“Hey, can I crash at your place tonight?” I text Joe. He replies immediately, like he always does. 

“Yeah of course. Are you okay?”

“Tell you later.” 

I decided to call in sick to practice. Coach wasn't happy about it but I was so spaced out the whole day I feel like I would be wasting everyone's time anyway. Instead, I went over to Joe’s right after class. He welcomed me in, looking like he spent some time cleaning up his place. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks. 

“Yeah yeah, I'm fine. Just had a scuffle with Ben.” I show the bruise on my bicep. 

“About what?” Joe reaches out and touches my bruise. 

Fuck.

“Does it hurt?”

I want to kiss him. 

I shake my head. “I'm dying, man. Where am I sleeping? Here?” I point at the couch. 

“You can have my bed. I'll sleep here.” Joe says, sliding his finger past my bruise and then caressing my bicep. 

I want to kiss him so bad. 

“This is your crib, man. You can't sleep on the couch,” I say. My eyelids are actually drooping now that I'm in his place. There's something so warm and comfy about his little apartment. 

“We can share. I think we’ll fit.” 

I agreed, and made my way to his room. I took off my clothes along the way since I only sleep in my underwear, and then I crawl into his sheets. 

“Turn the lights off,” I grumbled as I took in a big inhale of his clean sheets. Smells the same as when he washed my jersey that one time. Did he say it was cinnamon?

The lights go out and Joe crawls over me blindly to be on the other side. The bed isn't huge, and although there was a little bit of space between us, I could feel his warmth just a couple inches away. 

“You sure you're okay?” Joe asks.

His body warmth gave off a magnetizing pull, and I cuddled up behind him. The heat transfer between our skin made me sigh in comfort. 

Then, the comfort turned into a glimmer of excitement. Then, the glimmer of excitement transformed into my dick waking up. The more it grew, the more it made contact with his ass. 

Should I kiss him? 

“Troy?” He nestles his ass against my hard pole. “Do you want me to do something about that?” 

I think he’d like it if I kissed him. 

“Can I stay here for the week? Things are a little weird at home.” 

“You can stay as long as you need,” Joe replies with no hesitation. I reach around and grab his slim stomach to pull him in closer. My hand brushes against his hard-on the process. 

“Thanks Joe,” I say sleepily.

“Joseph,” he jokes and I give his boner a little squeeze.