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Theta Alpha Gamma Book Four
Brad “Frat Boy” Feller and Sebastian “Toppy” DeWitt have been together for nine months, and their relationship is as hot as ever. The only cloud Brad sees on their horizon is Sebastian’s stress over his thesis. And their uncertain future together after graduation. And how Sebastian sometimes takes Brad for granted. And Sebastian’s unwillingness to introduce Brad to his father.
Other than that, everything’s awesome.
All of Sebastian’s energy is currently devoted to his thesis, and getting into a top-notch PhD program. Fortunately, his boyfriend takes care of all the domestic stuff and Sebastian’s needs. Any minor strain between them will disappear and they’ll return to the status quo after Sebastian graduates. As long as nothing upsets their delicate balance in the meantime.
Then a friend Brad once had a small fling with is forced to take refuge with them, and Frat Boy and Toppy’s delicate balance topples like an elephant on a waterski. Now Sebastian has to face some truths about how he’s been treating Brad, what he wants for their future, and what he has to do to get it.
Genre: M/M Erotic RomancePurchase links: Riptide Amazon ARe
Content/Theme(s): M/M, GLBT, College frat guys
Release Date: October 7, 2013
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Sebastian hadn’t taken a break for hours. He came out of his research-induced haze to find that his foot had fallen asleep, and when he moved his leg, his back made an alarming sound somewhere between a creak and a pop. Dammit, he’d sat hunched over the computer for too long again. Maybe later Brad would give him a massage to work out some of his aches.
Now though, right after he’d stretched out the worst of the kinks, he had to finish translating this fucking inane email from the museum curator in a tiny village outside of Anamur, Turkey. The problem with studying classical archaeology was that every backwater town in the eastern Mediterranean had a museum full of ancient Greek artifacts, and in order to do any original research—and produce a truly spectacular master’s thesis—one sometimes had to deal with locals who, though dedicated and careful, were essentially amateurs. Normally Sebastian cut them some slack, but he’d spent yesterday and today trying to translate Modern Greek and working himself into blurry-eyed exhaustion. It was a language he’d learned only by necessity and he could barely decipher it. If only it were the language of twenty-five hundred years ago, it would have taken an hour or two. As he worked through Google translate, a dictionary, and his rudimentary understanding of their grammar, he began to suspect that the man who wrote the email knew the tongue as well as Sebastian himself did.
After this, he’d need more than a back rub. Brad would have to suck him off, too.
Speak of the devil, Sebastian’s boyfriend walked into his office at that moment, carrying a duffle bag and smelling of smoke. That seemed odd, not to mention annoying. He knew why he had to share an office with the laundry room—it was a space issue—but he didn’t know why the facilities always had to be in use. He wouldn’t have thought Brad would need to be in here so many times during an average day.
“You almost done, babe?” Brad asked, heading toward the washing machine.
Sebastian nodded and stood up, trying to shake some blood back into his legs. “Is dinner going to be ready soon?”
Brad dropped the bag on the floor and unzipped it, pulling clothes out. “Uh-huh. We can eat as—”
“Didn’t you already do laundry today?”
“Yeah.” Brad looked at him, holding a shirt over the open washer. “These are Collin’s.” He shrugged, then dropped it in, bending over for the rest of them.
Collin. His least favorite frat boy. “Why are you washing Collin’s clothes?”
“He was wiped.” Brad dumped some soap into the machine. “I’m just helping him out.”
Tell him to get his own boyfriend. “Helping him out with what? His domestic duties?”
Brad slammed the lid shut and punched at the buttons. “You didn’t hear what I said before.”
“What you said when?” He remembered Brad speaking earlier about something. Possibly.
“After I came back from the frat.”
Irritation blazed up his chest, leaking out into his tone. “You went to the frat today?”
Brad snapped. Not verbally, but in that way he had of getting physical, stepping toward Sebastian, eyes going hard and flat. “Someone set Theta Alpha Gamma house on fire this morning.”
“Oh, I forgot,” Sebastian responded, shocked. Could he really have missed that? He had a vague memory of Brad being in a huge hurry, and there being a tragedy of some kind—one Sebastian had listened to the details of, then determined he didn’t need to worry about. Brad would take care of it.
“You forgot? How could you forget that?”
Oh he was all worked up, yeah? “I’m sorry, hon, I’ve just been so wrapped up in translations today.” He stroked across Brad’s cheekbone with his thumb, feeling the emotions buzzing under Brad’s skin. Raw fuel for sex. Under Sebastian’s hand, Brad’s annoyance changed into something else. Some kind of compliance to Sebastian’s touch. “I knew you had it handled.”
“I told you all about it when I came home.” Brad’s nostrils flared.
“I know, honey.” It was true, he did recall some of what Brad had said, but he didn’t try to remember the specifics because—the same as every other time Brad let any aggression show—Sebastian was focusing on what it would take to tame his favorite frat boy. Harness all that energy and funnel it into fucking. It was the quickest and most gratifying way to settle Brad down, with the added benefit of making up for Sebastian’s earlier inattention as well. Fucking for forgiveness. They could skip dinner and go straight to bed—
“It’s okay.” Brad tilted his head, turning into Sebastian’s palm. “I know you’re busy.”
Sebastian stepped forward to wrap his arm around Brad’s waist and straddle his feet. Just as he was cupping the back of Brad’s head to pull him down for a kiss, Brad said, “So I guess you missed it when I said Collin’s staying here tonight, huh?”
Sebastian’s fingers dug into his boyfriend’s scalp. “He is?” Shit. “When will he be here?” Did they have time for a qui—
“He’s sitting on the couch.”
“Ah.” Sebastian nodded. Fucking beautiful. He let go of Brad’s head and stepped back. “All right then. I’ll be out in about fifteen minutes to eat.”
Brad frowned at him, not moving away. “He doesn’t have any place else to stay. You’re not hacked off, are you? I asked you before if you cared.”
He had. Sebastian knew that. Not because he remembered it, but because Brad would never do something like that without running it by him first. “It’s all right, hon.”
Brad didn’t move.
Sebastian forced a smile, but he had to clench his teeth behind his lips to do it. Then unpry them to say, “I’m not mad. I wouldn’t want your friend to be homeless.”
Brad’s eyes drifted to the floor. “’Kay.” But still he stood there.
Sebastian turned back to his computer. “I’ll be done with this pretty quick.” It wasn’t until after he sat down and woke up the screen that he heard Brad walk out of the room.
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