Logan and Christian have been best friends since kindergarten. After spending their entire childhoods together, it makes sense they would go to the same college: the first step toward making their futures intertwine forever as blood brothers.
But being away from home means discovering freedom Logan and Christian have never had before, and their journey of finding who they really want to be—and how they want to fit into each other’s lives—is a messy one.
When a double date with their girlfriends turns into a new, erotic experience, both Logan and Christian are shaken by it. Suddenly, they can’t continue to see each other in a platonic light. Exploring their curiosity feels dangerous even when their girlfriends aren’t an issue, but ignoring their changing feelings is impossible.
Title: Playing Around
Series: Rough Play, Book One
Author: Suzanne Clay
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: April 15, 2019
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, contemporary, college, new adult, bisexual, friends to lovers, coming out, group sex, voyeurism, dirty talk, ethical nonmonogamy, family issues, biphobia, family drama, athlete
Suzanne Clay © 2019
All Rights Reserved
“I know what’s wrong with you,” Christian said.
Logan forced himself to pick up his walking pace until his calves were burning. “Nothing’s wrong with me.”
“You’re jealous. I can’t believe you’re jealous that I got laid.”
It was as if a knife had gone straight through his chest. Logan glared up at him. It wasn’t hard to be pissed off when Christian then picked up his pace so he was jogging backward, forcing Logan to push himself to try to pass him. “I’m not jealous!”
“Did you want her? I mean, it’s not exactly my fault she picked me, is it?”
“She didn’t pick you!” Logan’s breathing was starting to catch, but Christian sounded as if he was completely comfortable with the pace. “You picked her! You just saw some girl, and you decided you had to have her.”
“But you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“Yeah, you are.”
Logan was done with this conversation. He started running.
Christian whipped around with him, running right beside him with a laugh, as though this was fun. As if he wasn’t rubbing in Logan’s face how he could run as fast as him without breaking a sweat—that while Logan had to push himself, Christian glided like the perfect male specimen. “I’m gonna beat you to the dorm.”
“No, you aren’t,” Logan gritted out. He never beat Christian, but his past track record didn’t matter right now, not when he had a point to prove; he was just as good as him in every way.
Christian immediately started to pass him, and Logan grabbed his shirt from behind and yanked. Christian spun around with a sputtered gasp, flying off course for a second before he was coming back up on him. “Not cool! You could’ve thrown me in the street!”
Logan glared. “I don’t play by the rules.”
With their dorm building in sight, he pushed himself to the limit, sprinting as fast as he could go, his chest burning and his lungs barely able to keep up. And Christian stayed with him.
It took Logan a long second to realize Christian was intentionally not passing him. He was keeping pace with him only to make sure they got there at the exact same time. And that pissed him off.
He didn’t think. He rammed into Christian’s side, and his best friend stumbled over a concrete lip in the parking lot and tipped into the grass.
Logan didn’t stop until his hands hit the door, and he whipped his head around to gloat. Except…Christian was lying on his face, not moving.
“Christian?” No response. Logan’s hammering heart flew all the faster. “Fuck, fuck, dude, don’t…” He stumbled over to him and leaned down to grab Christian’s shoulder and turn him over. “Hey, are you—”
Christian’s hand shot up, snagged him by the shirt, and jerked him down.
“Fuck!” Logan landed hard, wincing through the shock of pain, and he rolled away from Christian the second he started to laugh. “Fuck you!”
“Fuck me?” Christian turned his head and grinned at him. He wasn’t the least bit put out. To him, this was nothing but a game Logan had been playing—as though Logan couldn’t be pissed off if he tried.
Why am I so pissed off?
As Christian sat up gingerly with a groan, rubbing the back of his neck, Logan tried to parse through the anger—why it was there, where it came from, and why it had made him be an asshole. And try as he might, he couldn’t find anything satisfying.
Christian had gotten laid. He’d found a gorgeous girl who liked him at least enough to fuck him, if not more, and Logan was throwing a hissy fit.
“What’s gotten into you tonight, man?” Christian asked. He stood and held out his hand, and Logan hesitated before he pulled himself to his feet. “You got something you’re really mad about, or is this just… What is it?”
Logan didn’t have words to describe the tight bands around his chest, keeping him from catching his breath even though they’d finally slowed down. There was nothing but confusion and the overwhelming sense of something being wrong.
So, Logan shook his head. “I’m playing around with you. Don’t be so serious.”
Christian snorted and put his arm around Logan’s shoulders as they walked toward the dorm. “Whatever. You won. Go jack off about it.”
“I will. All over your sheets.”
Meet the Author
Suzanne is an asexual woman with a great love for writing erotica and enjoys spending her time confusing people with that fact. She believes there is a need for heightened diversity in erotic fiction and strives to write enough stories so that everyone can see themselves mirrored in a protagonist. She lives with her husband and cat, and, when not writing, Suzanne enjoys reading, playing video games poorly, and refusing to interact outdoors with other human beings.
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