Step Bros - Part 7

Everyone in this story is 18+

I woke up to the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the blinds, my body still warm from the heat of the night before. My limbs ached in that deeply satisfied, used way, and the moment my brain caught up, reality hit me like a brick.

Three guys. In my first fucking week of college.

Last week, I was a virgin—now I’d given blowjobs, topped, and bottomed.

I ran a hand down my face, groaning internally. Sure, I had planned on finally cutting loose, letting college be my chance to go wild—but this was on another level. I turned my head slightly, eyes landing on Asher’s sleeping form beside me.

He looked… peaceful. For all his smugness the first time we met, there was something oddly nice about the way he rested now, his dark lashes a sharp contrast to his skin, his chest rising and falling steadily. He was handsome—annoyingly so. And, if I were being honest, he had been surprisingly decent beneath all that cocky charm.

But I wasn’t ready to deal with this aftermath.

Carefully, I peeled the sheets off me, cringing slightly at how sore I was, and slipped out of bed. My clothes were scattered around the room, my shirt draped over the chair, my jeans barely hanging onto the edge of the desk. I dressed quietly, keeping an eye on Asher as I pulled my shirt over my head. He barely stirred.

Good.

Sneaking out of someone’s room at sunrise wasn’t exactly a proud moment, but I was willing to take the hit if it meant avoiding whatever post-hookup awkwardness this could bring. I padded across the room, slowly turned the doorknob, and—

Smacked right into Jax.

I stumbled back slightly, my breath catching as my half-naked stepbrother blinked at me, clearly not expecting to run into me either.

The girl standing in the hallway beside him—his conquest from last night—smirked before pulling Jax in for a last kiss. "Thanks for last night," she purred, her fingers briefly dragging down his bare chest before she adjusted her dress and strutted off down the hall.

Jax watched her go for a second, standing there in just his boxers, running a lazy hand through his messy blond hair.

He finally turned back to me, squinting slightly. "Afterparty at the neighbors, huh?" He yawned. "That’s cool."

I exhaled in relief, nodding quickly, about to brush past him when—

"Yo, Nicky!"

I froze.

Brady, Cam, and Dan were stumbling up the hallway, all of them still drunk off an apparent afterparty that must’ve been insane. Cam was leaning into Dan’s shoulder, both of them laughing as they tried to keep Brady steady.

Brady, ever the loud one, grinned wide as he pointed straight at me. "I see you paid Asher a little visit, you dog."

My stomach dropped.

Jax, who had barely given my presence a second thought up until now, suddenly stiffened beside me. I felt the moment it clicked for him.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t call it out, but I saw it in the way his body went still, the way his expression shifted ever so slightly.

The fucking noises.

And now me, sneaking out of Asher’s room first thing in the morning.

Jax didn’t have to say a word—I knew he knew.

I forced a short laugh, shoving my hands into my pockets. "Yeah, well, you know. Just, uh… crashed there."

Brady snorted, clearly not buying it. "Sure, sure. Crashed." He shot me a knowing look before slinging an arm over Cam’s shoulder. "Fuck, man, I need sleep. Thank God it’s Sunday."

Dan groaned in agreement. "We’re dead tomorrow."

The three of them pushed into their dorm, leaving just me and Jax standing outside our door.

I swallowed, my pulse hammering.

Jax hadn’t spoken, hadn’t said anything, but his eyes flicked from their door to me, his mouth pressing into a firm line.

I knew that look.

I turned, hastily unlocking our door, stepping inside before he could get a single word out.

I wanted out of this moment, wanted to avoid whatever conversation was inevitably about to happen.

Jax followed me inside, and I shut the door behind us, bracing myself.

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The door clicked shut behind us. The air inside our dorm felt thick, charged—like something was about to happen. I could feel Jax’s eyes on me, could sense the way he was putting pieces together in his head.

I tossed my keys onto the desk, suddenly hyperaware of how sore I was. My body still hummed with the aftermath of last night, but now, standing here in the dull morning light with Jax just a few feet away, reality was settling in fast.

Jax exhaled, running a hand through his already-messy hair. "So, you gonna tell me what’s up?"

I hesitated for a beat. No point in dragging this out.

"Alright," I said, turning to face him. "I should probably just tell you."

Jax folded his arms, watching me expectantly.

I swallowed. "I’m gay."

Jax blinked once. Then again.

Then, like it was nothing, he snorted. "Yeah, no shit."

I stiffened. "Wait, what?"

Jax smirked. "Like why you were sneaking back from next door this morning."

My stomach flipped.

His grin widened. "You and Asher. I heard the fucking noises, dude."

I felt my face go hot.

"You little slut," Jax cackled.

I groaned. "I hate you." Thinking of how he didn’t know half of it.

"Nah, nah, this is great." He was still laughing, shaking his head.

"Also, dude, I might be an idiot, but I’m not blind. Like, Cindy? Come on." He waved a hand dismissively. "Hot as hell, but you two had all the chemistry of a fucking math textbook."

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. "Well… yeah. That’s because we weren’t actually together. It was all fake. We made a deal back in high school. She knew, or at least suspected, and agreed to be my beard so I wouldn’t have to deal with all the ‘when are you getting a girlfriend?’ bullshit."

Jax let that sink in, rubbing his jaw. "Huh. You really thought I’d care?"

I shrugged. "I didn’t know."

Jax sat on his bed, watching me like I was stupid. "Nick, you’re my stepbrother. My annoying stepbrother, but still. Who the hell gives a shit who you like?"

I couldn’t help it. A small, relieved laugh escaped me. "So… you’re really cool with it?"

Jax rolled his eyes. "I mean, I could make it weird if you want." He cleared his throat dramatically. "Oh my God, my whole world is shattered! My stepbrother likes dick!"

"Shut up," I groaned, chucking a pillow at him.

Jax caught it easily, grinning. "Seriously, man. Doesn’t change a damn thing.

I sighed, flopping onto my bed. "Are we done?"

Jax shrugged. "Depends. Are you done?"

I shot him a look. "What the hell does that mean?"

Jax hesitated for a second, tapping his fingers against the bedsheet. "I dunno, man. Just… curious."

My stomach dipped. "Curious?"

Jax scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, like… you and Asher. How’d that even happen? Was he, like, super aggressive? Or was it all slow and shit?"

I blinked at him. "Are you seriously asking me about my sex life?"

Jax smirked, but there was something in his expression that wasn’t just teasing. "Hey, you’re the one who went from virgin to Asher’s toyboy in a week. I just wanna know how the game works."

I exhaled, shaking my head. "You’re fucking unbelievable."

Jax shrugged, leaning back against the pillows. "So you were a virgin? And hey, just curious."

“Yeah, I was a virgin”. I admitted.

“I fucking knew it, so tell me. How was it?” he grinned.

I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face before finally sitting up. "Alright, fine. You wanna know?"

Jax grinned, propping himself up on his elbows. "Hell yeah."

I rolled my eyes but leaned back against my pillows. "It wasn’t like some big dramatic thing. I was heading back here, saw the sock on the door, and figured I was out of luck for the night. Then Asher shows up, all smug as hell, and invites me to hang out in his dorm while I wait."

Jax raised an eyebrow. "And you just went?"

I smirked. "Would you have rather I stood in the hall listening to you go at it?"

He snorted. "Fair. So, what—one thing led to another?"

"Pretty much," I admitted. "We talked for a bit, and he started asking about my night. And, well…" I ran a hand through my hair. "Let’s just say, Asher’s very good at getting people to talk."

Jax smirked. "Bet he is. Go on. So you started talking, then what?"

I exhaled, my fingers drumming lightly against my knee. "It kinda just escalated. I don’t even know how, but one minute we were just sitting there, and the next…" I trailed off, feeling my face heat.

Jax leaned forward. "Next what?"

I shot him a look. "You know what."

"Yeah, but I wanna hear it." His smirk was all business.

I hesitated but decided to just roll with it. "We started jerking off together first."

Jax’s eyebrows shot up. "Just like that?"

"Yeah," I muttered. "I guess it just felt natural in the moment. Then he, uh… went down on me."

Jax let out a low whistle. "Damn. And?"

I frowned. "And what?"

"How was it?"

I clenched my jaw, glancing away. "Good."

Jax huffed a laugh. "That’s all I get? Good?"

I sighed. "Better than good."

Jax studied me for a moment before leaning back, arms crossed behind his head. "So, who was the bottom?»

My mouth opened, then shut. "Dude, what the fuck?"

Jax shrugged. "It’s a legit question."

I groaned. "I hate you."

"Nah, you love me," he said, flashing a grin. "So? Spill."

“Me.”

Jax just kept smirking. Then, after a beat of silence, he tilted his head. "Did it hurt?"

I blinked at him, caught off guard. "What?"

"You know." He gestured vaguely. "When he, y’know, fucked you."

My stomach did another weird little flip.

I swallowed. "Not really. He was careful."

Jax nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "Huh."

Silence stretched between us. I could feel him still watching me, still processing. He wasn’t grossed out or weird about it—just… curious.

"Why are you so interested?" I asked finally, my voice quieter than I intended.

Jax shrugged, but there was something almost thoughtful in his expression. "I said. Just curious."

And for some reason, those few words made my skin prickle.

"So, did he cum inside?" Jax chuckled.

I groaned. "Man, that’s way too far."

Jax just smirked, scratching his balls—something he’d been doing way too much during this conversation. But, to my relief, he finally seemed to let it go and grabbed his sweats.

"Alright, let’s get some breakfast," he said, pulling them on and grabbing his hoodie.

"Yeah, gotta get some fuel. It’s been a wild night—for both of us." I chuckled, shaking my head.

As we headed for the door, I couldn’t help but think about how, somehow, Jax had gone from insufferably annoying to the person I could confess my deepest secrets to.

And weirdly enough, I didn’t hate the change.