Three Claims Ch. 01

As promised, here's my new story! This is my first "real story" on this site. BNC was a story I wrote with a friend, and MBAMR was... well, you can see my explanation in the author's note of my last story. This story will have an actual buildup instead of going straight to the banging.

Like BNC, this is a story about cheating boyfriend. Advance warning, now that I want to start being more active in writing, my preference for my characters are pretty 'heternormative'. My bottoms are total bottoms and not the most traditionally masculine, and while the tops are a bit more flexible, they will not be the point of my story. Going forward, if you aren't into these things, I kindly refer you to other authors

There's gonna be 4 chapters to this story. The first Ch. will not have any sex scenes but we will see some heated interactions here.

Without spoiling anything else too much, enjoy!

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Prelude:

Calum Channing was happy in his relationship with his boyfriend, Dean. At least until Alan Carlson steps into their world. Alan, the bisexual dynamo who has taken quite a liking to the beautiful and super hot twink, threatens their relationship by offering Calum three VERY tempting claims about himself: stamina, size, and topping skills that Dean could never offer.

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Couver University had its usual busy days. Students were walking about, going about their business. Among them was a football jock named Alan Carlson, the notorious ladies-man. Or rather, in his case, the ladies-and-gentlemen-man. He easily stood out among the students in his towering 6'4 height. That, though, wasn't the only staggering thing about him.

Alan strode confidently through the bustling college campus, his muscular frame drawing admiring glances from passing students; straight women and gay men alike, and even some of the straight guys who just couldn't not look at him. However at this time, as he approached the lecture hall, his eyes locked onto a pretty blonde twink who seemed to occupy his thoughts more than he cared to admit.

Calum Channing was bent over his notebook, sitting on a waiting chair in the hallways, his golden locks falling softly around his face, completely unaware of the jock's hungry gaze.

Alan sauntered over, leaning against the wall beside Calum with a smirk. "Hey there, gorgeous," he called suavely. "You look like you could use a break. Want to grab a coffee with me?"

Calum looked up, his blue eyes widening slightly as he took in Alan's imposing presence. "Um, thanks, but I can't," he said politely, but his tone was firm as he continued, "I have a boyfriend, remember? I feel like I already told you many times?"

Alan's smirk only widened at Calum's confident response, "Oh right. Danny is it?"

"Dean."

"Right right," Alan said disinterestedly, "he's, ugh, in the engineering program, right."

"Economics," Calum corrected again.

"Yeah whatever," Alan drawled, he couldn't look any more disinterested about remembering any information about Calum's boyfriend. "That lucky bastard. But come on, Calum, you can't tell me you're completely satisfied with just him," he got closer to Calum, leaning down a little bit to occupy the twink's gaze as he whispered, "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. There's a spark between us, whether you want to admit it or not."

Calum's cheeks flushed slightly, but he held Alan's gaze steadily. "Alan, I appreciate the compliment, but I'm not interested," he said firmly, his voice unwavering. "Dean and I are happy together. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to."

Alan's eyes narrowed as Calum stood up and walked away from him, his confidence faltering for a moment. He couldn't understand how the blonde could resist his charms. Alan was used to getting what he wanted, especially when it comes to pretty boys like Calum.

As he watched Calum disappear into the lecture hall, Alan's jaw clenched in frustration. He couldn't let this go so easily. There had to be a way to make Calum see that he was the better choice.

He had seen Calum's boyfriend, of course. They were both English majors so they didn't really share a building with Dean. But he had seen Calum and his boyfriend hanging around campus. That still didn't stop him from making his moves on the pretty twink. Calum just... ticked all his boxes. Alan didn't discriminate when it comes to his 'partners' but it was still rare for him to find someone who just magically fit all his type to a T the way Calum did.

He wanted that twink and he knew he wasn't afraid to play dirty. Even if it meant seducing him away from his boyfriend...

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Later on that same week...

Calum was engrossed in his textbooks, surrounded by his friends in a study group in the campus library. His friends laughed and chatted as they worked through their assignments, and none of them were aware of the tall imposing frame approaching their table.

Alan sauntered over. "Mind if I join you guys?" he asked, flashing a charming smile. Calum's friends welcomed him warmly, scooting over to make room. Calum only looked at him for a second before returning his gaze to his books.

The jock settled in beside Calum, his leg brushing against the blonde's under the table. He leaned in, pretending to look at Calum's notes. "Need any help with that?" he asked the boy but from his voice alone he didn't sound like he was actually interested in giving any help.

Calum shifted uncomfortably, trying to put some distance between them. "I'm good, thanks," he replied, his tone polite but firm. Alan just chuckled, undeterred.

The group continued to study together but Alan barely glanced at his textbooks. Instead he spent most of his time scrolling through his phone. He would occasionally look up, catching Calum's annoyed glare before smirking and going back to his device.

Calum's friends tried to include Alan in their conversations, but he would only grunt or nod absently in response. His lack of contribution didn't seem to bother them, but it was clearly grating on Calum's nerves.

Alan's phone suddenly buzzed loudly, breaking the chit-chat of the group who was discussing a certain topic in their assignment. He glanced at the screen and a mischievous glint appeared in his eye. Without a word, he stood up and walked away, leaving his books and phone behind.

Calum let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. "What a waste of space," he muttered under his breath, earning sympathetic nods from his friends.

They went back to their discussion in peace. Calum felt a bit of relief as Alan's presence didn't contribute anything positive to the activity, and his nonchalance was annoying.

A few minutes later, Alan returned to the table, a smug grin plastered on his face. "Sorry about that, guys," he said, not sounding apologetic in the least. "Just had to take care of something."

One of Calum's friends, a brunette named Sara, leaned forward. "Something like what?" she asked curiously, her eyes sparkling with interest. She could already guess what Alan was up to.

Alan smirked, glancing around the table before chuckling. "Got a blowjob from a cute little freshman," he bragged to everyone on the table. "Couldn't resist when she offered."

The table that was previously serious suddenly erupted in laughter, with Sara playfully punching Alan's arm. "Only you, Alan," she giggled. "Always the ladies' man."

"Who else but Alan?" one of them commented humorously, mimicking a certain phrase from an adult cartoon.

Calum, however, wasn't amused. His face flushed with anger and annoyance as he glared at Alan. "Could you be any more disgusting?" he snapped, his voice cutting through the laughter. Calum slammed his textbook shut, his patience wearing thin. "That's enough, guys," he said sharply, his blue eyes flashing with irritation. "I came here to study, not listen to Alan's crude stories. Let's focus, please."

His friends sensed his discomfort and their laughs dissipated, ultimately agreeing with him. They turned their attention back to their books. Alan, however, seemed unfazed by Calum's outburst. He leaned back in his chair, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

"Come on, Calum," he drawled, reaching out to flick the blonde's ear. "Don't be such a stick in the mud. Live a little."

Calum jerked away from Alan's touch, his cheeks flushing with anger. "I said enough," he growled. "Keep your hands and your mouth to yourself, or I'll make you."

Alan's grin only widened at the threat, he took Calum's sharp warning as a challenge.

For the rest of the study session, Alan continued to ignore his books, instead focusing on annoying Calum. He tapped his pencil loudly, hummed offkey in Calum's ears, and at some point stole Calum's highlighter, using it to draw a crude doodle on his own notebook.

Calum's frustration reached a boiling point. "Would you just sit still and study already?" he finally snapped. "Or do you need to go find another girl to give you a five-minute blowjob?"

The table fell silent for a moment before bursting into shocked laughter. Calum's friends looked pleasantly surprised by his sudden snap. They hadn't expected Calum to be so fiery. Their eyes were wide and their hands moved to their mouths covering their laughter at Calum's jab at Alan.

"Burn," someone chuckled.

Alan's face turned beet red and his eyes narrowed into slits. "You fucking bitch," he hissed in a snapped second. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Calum just shrugged, a smug smile on his face. "We were all here when you're gone earlier. Five minutes, Alan."

Alan felt embarrassed, his ego took a hit from Calum's insult. He leaned forward, his voice sour as he chuckled bitterly. "Five minutes? Please, sweetheart. I was just being generous with her time," he smirked, his eyes zoning into Calum's. "I could go for hours if I wanted to. Maybe you should find out for yourself, huh? I bet you'd love to see what I can do."

At Alan's statement, Calum's friends exchanged curious glances as they sensed the growing tension between the two. Calum, however, didn't back down. He met Alan's gaze, his blue eyes cold and challenging.

"Is that an invitation?" he shot back quickly. "Because I'm not interested in being another notch on your bedpost, Alan. I have a boyfriend who can satisfy me just fine, thank you very much."

Alan threw his head back and laughed, the sound grating on Calum's nerves. "Dean? That little bitch can't even last five minutes," he sneered. "I promise you, Calum, I could fuck you for five hours straight and still be ready for more."

Calum's friends gasped at Alan's bold claim. Calum, however, just rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right," he scoffed. "Like anyone could actually fuck for that long. You're full of shit, Alan. That's not even possible. Be more realistic next time"

Alan's eyes glinted dangerously. "You don't believe me? I'll prove it to you," he said while looking at Calum's eyes. "Come back to my place tonight, and I'll show you exactly what I'm capable of."

Calum shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "Not a chance in hell."

Alan smirked, and gathered his stuff before standing up, "Alright then. Suit yourself, pretty boy."

With Alan walking away, Calum's friends who had previously watched their interaction in silence laughed again, shaking their heads at the jock's exaggerated claims. What Calum couldn't believe was what he was hearing next, as his own friends started discussing Alan's attractiveness.

"That guy is so hot," Sara gushed, fanning herself dramatically. "I mean, you can see his abs through his shirt. And the way he carries himself... so confident."

The other girls giggled, as well as Calum's other gay friend on the table, all clearly agreeing with her.

Even the straight guys nodded in agreement. One of them said, "Alan's really cool."

"He seems like he'd be a lot of fun to hang out with," another one said matter-of-fact-ly. "I bet he's great at parties."

Calum stared at his friends in disbelief, his mouth hanging open. "Are you guys kidding me right now?" he exclaimed. "He's an arrogant, crude jerk who thinks he's God's gift to men. Why would you want to be around that?"

Sara shrugged, unapologetic. "He's also really good-looking," she pointed out, as if that made up for Alan's personality flaws. "And let's be real, Calum, you can't deny that his confidence is kind of attractive."

"Absolutely not," Calum quickly shot out. "Confidence, my ass. He's full of shit."

The other guys, though, were mumbling about how Calum should relax.

Calum shook his head in disgust, gathering his books. "I can't believe I'm hearing this," he muttered. "You guys are all insane."

He left the library in frustration. He couldn't believe his friends were so easily swayed by Alan's good looks and bravado. Confidence, they said. So cool. Calum rolled his eyes as he thought again about what his friends were saying about the arrogant jock.

As if.

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A few days later, Calum found himself sitting on the couch in Dean's dorm room, recounting the events of the study session to his boyfriend. Dean listened attentively, his brow raising with concern as Calum described Alan's behavior.

"That guy sounds like a real jerk," Dean sounded concerned after Calum finished retelling his story about Alan. "I'm sorry you have to deal with him, Calum. You don't deserve to be treated like that."

Calum leaned against Dean, grateful for his support. "Thanks, babe," he softly muttered. "I just don't know what his problem is. He's always trying to get a rise out of me, and my friends... they actually think he's hot or something. Can you believe it?"

Dean's eyes narrowed with a hint of jealousy flashing across his face. "Really? Even after the way he's been treating you?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Calum nodded, sighing heavily. "I know, right? That guy has no shame. I'm so tired of his so-called flirting with me."

Dean pulled Calum closer, wrapping his arms around him protectively. "Well, I think you're the hottest twink on campus," he said in a gentle voice. "And I'm the lucky one who gets to call you mine," Dean leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Calum's lips. "If that Alan guy keeps bothering you, just let me know," he murmured against his mouth. "I'll set him straight."

Calum smiled, feeling safer and more loved in Dean's arms. "Thanks, Dean," he said, returning the kiss with a sigh. "You always know just what to say to make me feel better."

As they lost themselves in each other's embrace, Calum pushed thoughts of Alan to the back of his mind. He had Dean, and that was all that mattered.

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Alan sat with his friends, and a few of his teammates, in one of their dorm rooms. Some of them had towels around their necks due to the humidity of the afternoon. Their conversations ranged from the upcoming game to weekend plans, but Alan's mind kept drifting back to Calum.

His best friend, Blake, noticed his distraction and nudged him with an elbow. "Yo. Earth to Alan," he said, smirking. "What's got you so preoccupied, man?"

Alan shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Nothing, just... thinking about stuff."

Blake's smirk widened, and he leaned in closer. "Stuff like that blonde twink you can't seem to stop staring at in class?" he teased, earning laughs from the other guys.

Alan felt his face heat up, but he tried to brush it off. "Shut up," he spat, but the damage was done. His friends, who initially weren't paying attention to his distracted state, were now already on the topic and they were getting amused by their friend.

"What's so special about this guy, anyway? I thought you were just playing around," someone asked. "So you're like gay gay now?"

"I'm bisexual, idiot," Alan answered, throwing his towel towards his friend. But then he shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "He's just... really hot, and he's tempting," he said, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know, he's cute, and he's got this attitude that drives me crazy."

His straight friends looked at him like he was speaking an alien language. They had seen Calum before but, being straight, they didn't really see the appeal. Especially not when they knew several hot girls who kept asking them about Alan, wanting to get in line inside his pants.

Fortunately his other bisexual friend, Mike, nodded knowingly. "I get it," he said, grinning widely. "There's just something about those twinks, isn't there? And Calum is probably the sexiest one on campus."

Alan nodded, "Exactly! I know you got me. He's sexy as fuck."

Mike added, "Yeah he's got that sexy ass, and that mouth..."

The straight guys groaned, shaking their heads. "You guys are so weird," one of them said, laughing. "But hey, we're not judging here."

Alan laughed, wordlessly thankful for his accepting friends. It felt good to have his friends' support, even if they didn't fully understand.

"So, have you made a move yet?" Blake asked, curiosity painted in his eyes.

Mike's expression turned serious, and he shook his head. "Dude, doesn't he already have a boyfriend? Dean, I think his name is. You should probably back off, man. It's not cool."

Alan waved his hand dismissively, smiling smugly. "Nah, his boyfriend is a pussy. He's a loser."

If he was being honest, Alan didn't really think Dean was a pussy, or a loser, or even remotely ugly. He actually didn't care about him at all. Calum could be dating young Tom Welling himself, and Alan would still try to make a move on that perfect blonde twink.

Mike shook his head, "You're crazy, man. How many times have you tried to flirt with Calum and got turned down?"

Alan just went on dismissing Mike's concerns. "I don't buy it. He's just playing hard to get. You should see the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching. He's totally into me."

His friends exchanged skeptical glances, but Alan was too caught up in his own obsessions to notice. "And I bet he's a complete freak in bed," he continued, his voice turned lower. "Those pretty boys are always the kinkiest. I'm telling you, once I get my hands on him, he'll forget all about Dean."

Mike sighed, realizing it was pointless to argue with Alan when he got like this.

Alan, seeing his friend's skepticism, said pointedly, "You don't believe me, Mikey? Just wait until I get that lil freak under me," he laughed and made some crude gestures at him.

"Alright, man," Mike just shrugged it off, refusing to entertain Alan's obsession any longer.

The conversations eventually shifted to other topics, Alan's friends reluctantly let the subject of Calum drop. However, when they started leaving one by one, one of them pulled Alan aside, there was a certain kind of glow in his eyes.

"Hey, man," Maurice was the name, called to Alan, lowering his voice. "If you're really that into this Calum guy, maybe I can help you out."

Alan's ears perked up, a hopeful expression crossing his face. "Yeah? How?" he asked eagerly.

The friend grinned, leaning in closer. "We could set something up, you know? I think I have a few classes with his boyfriend. Dean is it? There will be a party at my frat, I'm thinking I could--"

As the idea was shared, Alan's heart raced. His mind was already conjuring up the scenario that would play out. "That's genius!" he exclaimed, clapping his friend on the back. "I knew I could count on you."

The friends exchanged knowing glances. Alan still had to wait a little bit though...

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A few days later...

Calum and Dean were having lunch together in the campus yard. They sat on the grass, enjoying their lunch and each other's company. The sun shone brightly overhead, and the campus yard buzzed with activities of students around them. Suddenly, a shadow fell over their picnic blanket, and they looked up to see Alan approaching with a girl and a boy tucked under each arm.

Alan's eyes flickered briefly to Calum and Dean before he deliberately looked away, a smug smile on his face. He plopped down on the grass nearby, his companions giggling as they settled in beside him. They were close enough that Calum and Dean could hear their conversations, but far enough that they couldn't exactly protest the jock for invading their privacy.

Calum's annoyance was evident, his jaw clenched as he watched Alan sit down with his companions. He could tell the jock was about to pull some ridiculous shit. Dean noticed his boyfriend's irritation and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Just ignore him," he hushed at Calum. "He's not worth your time."

Alan, meanwhile basked in the attention of his companions, his ego swelling with each compliment they shamelessly gave out. The boy ran a hand appreciatively over Alan's bicep, his eyes wide with admiration. "Wow, Alan, you must work out a lot," he purred, leaning in close.

Alan flexed his muscles, grinning at his reaction. "Every day, sweetheart," he said as he laughed confidently. "Gotta stay in shape, you know?"

Calum rolled his eyes at the silly way Alan was responding to the compliment, and the way these... people were being so shameless when it comes to the cocky brute. He wouldn't act that way with anyone, he had self-respect, Calum thought.

The girl, meanwhile, was tracing her fingers along Alan's abdomen, her touch lingering on the hem of Alan's shirt. "Do you have abs?" she asked shamelessly. "I bet they're amazing."

Alan chuckled, pulling his shirt up to reveal a perfectly sculpted six-pack. The girl gasped, her eyes widening as she ran her hands over Alan's stomach.

The boy, too, lit up as he caught sight of Alan's abs, and he let out a low whistle. "Damn, Alan," he breathed, leaning in to run his fingers over Alan's stomach. "You're absolutely ripped."

His female companion nodded eagerly, her hands still exploring Alan's torso. "I've heard rumors about your... other assets," she hinted, her eyes darting down to his pants as she bit her lip mischievously. "They say you're packing some serious heat down below."

Alan's grin widened, and he leaned back on his elbows, preening under their attention. "Oh, you have no idea," he bragged, his voice loud enough for Calum and Dean to hear. "I'm hung like a horse, and I know how to use it."

The girl giggled, biting her lip as she looked at Alan with lustful interest.

The boy's eyes, too, sparkled with curiosity and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "No, seriously. How big are we talking, exactly?" he asked, his gaze flicking down to Alan's crotch. "Eight inches? Nine?"

Alan smirked, relishing the attention. "Nine? Try twelve," he said with overarching confidence. "And every inch is pure, uncut perfection."

The girl gasped, her eyes bulging. "Twelve inches? Oh my god, Alan, that's massive!" she exclaimed, drawing the attention of a few nearby students. "I've never seen a dick that big before."

Alan just laughed, unperturbed by the stares. "Believe me, sweetheart, you're not the only one who's impressed," he said, winking at her. "I've got a reputation for a reason."

Calum had been sitting there, his disgust growing with each passing minute as he listened to Alan's boisterous way of flirting with his companions. He couldn't believe anyone actually fell for that. He had been shaking his head hearing them gush over Alan like some brainless sluts. When the jock boasted about his twelve inch dick, Calum couldn't hold back his laughter any longer.

"Oh, please," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Twelve inches? More like two, if that."

"Relax, babe. Just ignore them," Dean tried to silence him, placing a hand on his arm, but Calum shook him off, his annoyance getting the better of him.

"You're such a liar, Alan," Calum continued, disgustedly regarding the jock who was sitting there with his shirt lifted up. "No one is that big. You're just trying to impress these poor, gullible fools with your bullshit."

Alan's face turned to a smirk, flashing dangerously to the blonde twink. "You calling me a liar, pretty boy?" he sneered. Then he leaned forward, his abs still prominently displayed as he stared Calum down. A smug grin spread across his face. "You know, Calum, for someone who claims not to be interested, you sure seem jealous," he said, his voice low and mocking.

He ran a hand over his stomach, tracing the lines of his six-pack. "Maybe you're just pissed that you can't have this," he continued, his gaze never leaving Calum's face. "I mean, I don't blame you. Not everyone can be blessed with a body like this."

Alan's companions giggled, their eyes roaming over his abs appreciatively. Calum's face flushed with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. "Me? Jealous? In your dreams, Alan," he spat. "I have a boyfriend who's ten times the man you'll ever be."

Dean tightened his grip on Calum's arm, leaning in close to whisper in his ear. "Baby, please don't let him get to you," he urged, his voice filled with concern. "Alan is just trying to provoke you. He's not worth your time or energy."

Calum took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew Dean was right, but Alan's arrogance was so infuriating. "I know, I know," he muttered, glancing at his boyfriend. "It's just... he's so fucking annoying."

Alan, meanwhile, was still smirking, clearly enjoying the attention. "What's wrong, Calum?" he taunted loud enough for everyone to hear. "Can't handle the truth? Or maybe you're already thinking about my big fat cock that can fuck ten times longer than your boyfriend over there."

Dean's eyes narrowed, his protective instincts kicking in. "Hey, fuck you, Alan," he snapped, standing up and pulling Calum to his feet. "You think you're so great with your stupid abs and your big talk? Newsflash: no one cares. Especially not Calum."

Alan's smirk faltered for a moment, caught off guard by Dean's sudden outburst. His friends, too, exchanged uneasy glances.

"Oh, and for the record," Dean continued sarcastically, "I'm pretty sure Calum has no interest in seeing your 'twelve-inch' dick. He's got me, and I assure you, I'm more than enough for him."

With that, Dean grabbed their lunch and Calum's hand, dragging him away from the scene. Calum stumbled after him, his heart racing with embarrassment but also gratitude for his boyfriend's intervention.

As Dean pulled him away, Calum couldn't resist glancing back over his shoulder. His eyes locked with Alan's, and for a moment, he felt a strange jolt of excitement course through him. Alan's smirk was still plastered all over his, unfortunately, very handsome face.

Calum quickly looked away, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. What the hell was that? He couldn't possibly be attracted to Alan, could he? No, it had to be just the adrenaline from the confrontation, nothing more.

But as he walked away, hand in hand with Dean, Calum couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between him and Alan. And a part of him, a small, traitorous part, was curious to see what would happen next.

He, eventually, managed to flip Alan off one last time before turning away and leaving with his boyfriend. He wasn't gonna let the stupid jock get to him in any way.

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Once inside the dorm room, Dean pulled Calum into a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over the blonde's body. Calum kissed him back, trying to lose himself in the familiar sensations. But as Dean started to undress him, Calum's mind wandered, much to his frustration.

Images of Alan flashed through his head unprovoked: Alan's ripped abs, his confident smirk, his outrageous claims about his stamina and size. Calum shook his head, trying to banish the thoughts, but they persisted.

"Uhmmm... don't stop," he muttered, pulling Dean down to share a few kisses. He was doing all he could to not think of Alan, or how the jock would look totally naked, pounding into him. "God, baby... Claim me."

Dean looked at him, hearing the begging. "Yeah, baby? I will claim you, my love."

Calum kept his eyes closed, afraid that if he opened his eyes he would see Alan on top of him. But he kept going, taking Dean's dick good as usual, until five minutes later Dean came inside him. They both laid there satisfied, smiling at each other. Calum's mind just came back from a different universe, and he felt a bit of guilt looking at his loving boyfriend.

When Dean leaned down and kissed him, however, Calum felt his guilt washed away. He was doing fine.

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Meanwhile, in Alan's dorm room, the jock was engaged in a heated threesome with the girl and boy from the yard. The room was filled with the sounds of moans and the slap of skin against skin, but Alan's mind was elsewhere.

As he pounded into the girl from behind, his thoughts drifted to Calum. He imagined the blonde's tight, perfect ass bouncing against him, those sexy legs wrapped around his waist. He pictured Calum's face twisted in pleasure, his mouth open in a silent scream as Alan filled him completely.

Alan's thrusts became more frenzied, his breathing ragged. He grabbed the boy's hips, pulling him back onto his cock with brutal force. "Fuck, yeah," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he lost himself in his fantasies of Calum.

Fuck. He couldn't stop thinking about that sexy twink. He knew he had to be patient. But as he unloaded multiple times over his two companions that evening, pushing them both to their limits, he knew he wouldn't be truly satisfied until he had Calum begging to be filled with his cum.

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The next day,

Alan found himself hanging with his friends at a local sports bar, surrounded by the usual fare of wings and beer. The waitstaff, a group of attractive young men and women, worked the room with practiced ease, their short shorts and tight tank tops leaving little to the imagination.

Alan's friends were in heaven, their eyes glued to the scantily clad servers as they laughed and joked. But Alan barely noticed, his gaze drifting aimlessly around the room. His thoughts kept returning to Calum, no matter how hard he tried to focus on the eye candy around him.

He imagined Calum dressed in one of those tiny uniforms, his smooth thighs and tight ass on full display. He pictured himself leaning against the bar, flirting with the blonde as he waited for his order. The fantasy was so vivid, he almost forgot where he was.

"Dude! Are you even paying attention?" one of his friends shouted, snapping him out of his reverie.

Alan blinked, shaking his head to clear the thoughts. "What?" he asked, his voice gruff.

His friend smirked, nodding towards the waiters. "I said, which one do you like best? The blonde or the brunette?"

Alan glanced at the servers, but his eyes didn't linger. "I don't know, man. They're all the same."

His friends exchanged puzzled looks, unused to seeing Alan so uninterested in the server girls. "You okay, dude?" one of them asked. "You've been acting weird all day."

Alan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... distracted, I guess."

But he wasn't fine. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Calum, and he didn't know how to make it stop. He couldn't understand why this blonde twink had gotten under his skin so badly. It wasn't like him to obsess over someone, especially someone who seemed so uninterested in him.

And, yeah, sure, Calum was hot, but it wasn't like he couldn't find a cuter hotter twink anytime he wanted. Though, the more he thought about it, the more he realized how much of a struggle it was to find anyone sexier than Calum. Fuck. Calum was just so fucking perfect. He looked like an even cuter and hotter version of the character of Nolan Holloway from Teen Wolf. His beautiful eyes that sparkled every time he looked at him, his perfect pouty mouth, that insanely hot twink body that was just begging to be slammed against a bed, and that mouth-watering ass that was just...

Fuck. That blond twink really was the most fuckable person he had ever come across. Alan could just imagine what a great fuck Calum would be.

Alan eventually made excuses to leave the group, his thoughts growing more and more tangled. He needed to talk to Calum again, to figure out what was going on in his head. But he knew he couldn't just approach him directly; not after their last encounter where Calum had flipped him off while following his boyfriend. Calum was still resisting him but he also knew that his wall was starting to break, and he needed to play it safe if he didn't want to scare Calum away.

Alan needed a plan, a way to get close to Calum without seeming too eager. He knew the party was coming soon, but still he couldn't wait to see Calum again and maybe flirted with the jawdroppingly gorgeous boy. Perhaps planting more seeds before the party...

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Alan walked into the classroom the very next day, his heart pounding in his chest. He scanned the room, his eyes landing on Calum's blonde head. The twink was sitting alone, his textbook open in front of him, a pencil tucked behind his ear.

Alan took a deep breath, steeling himself, and made his way to the empty seat beside Calum. He sat down, his leg brushing against Calum's under the desk.

Calum looked up, his blue eyes widening in surprise. "Alan," he said, feeling guarded. "What are you doing here?"

Alan flashed him a charming smile, leaning in closer. "Just thought I'd sit with you today," he said casually. "You know, since we're partners and all."

Calum's eyebrow arched skeptically, but he didn't move away. "Partners? I don't remember agreeing to that."

Alan chuckled, his hand brushing against Calum's on the desk.

Calum couldn't look more annoyed as he immediately went to gather his things, standing up abruptly. "Excuse me," he muttered, moving to another seat across the room. But before he could even settle his stuff properly on the table, Alan was there, sliding into the chair beside him with a smug grin. How the fuck did he even rush so fast?

"What's the matter, Calum?" Alan leaned in close to him. "Can't handle a little proximity?"

Calum's jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around his pencil. "I can handle whatever you throw at me," he hissed back. "But I'd prefer it if you gave me some space."

Just as he was about to stand and move again, the professor walked into the classroom, silencing their whispered argument. Calum stayed put, his shoulders tense as he stared straight ahead, trying to ignore the heat of Alan's body beside him.

Throughout the lecture, Alan couldn't keep his eyes off Calum. From this close, he could see every detail of the blonde's face; the way his long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, the perfect curve of his lips as he listened to the professor, the delicate line of his throat as he swallowed.

Alan's gaze drifted lower, taking in the way Calum's shirt clung to his slim torso, the way his jeans hugged his ass and thighs. Calum was utterly gorgeous, like a fucking angel, and Alan couldn't believe he was sitting so close to him.

His cock stirred in his pants, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to will it down. He couldn't get hard in the middle of class, no matter how tempting Calum was. But fuck, it was hard to resist when the twink was right there, so close he could touch him.

Calum felt Alan's gaze like a physical touch, burning into his skin. He tried to focus on the lecture, but it was impossible with those intense eyes boring into him. His cheeks flushed, and he shifted in his seat, crossing his legs tightly.

He shot Alan a glare out of the corner of his eye, hoping the jock would get the hint and stop staring. But Alan just smirked, his eyes looked on with amusement and obvious desire.

Calum's heart raced and he looked away quickly, his face burning. He couldn't believe Alan was being so blatant, so fucking arrogant. Did he really think Calum was that easy? But despite his annoyance, Calum couldn't deny the flutter in his stomach nor the way his body responded to Alan's attention. He hated himself for it, but a part of him liked being wanted, being desired by someone so confident and handsome like Alan.

As the lecture droned on, Calum's mind wandered, much to his frustration. He tried to push away the thoughts of Alan's boasts from their previous encounter, but they persisted, lingering at the edges of his consciousness.

Five hours of stamina, Alan had claimed that day in the library. And in the yard, he had claimed to have twelve inches of big, uncut cock. Calum shook his head, trying to dispel the images that sprang to mind; Alan's muscular body moving above him, his thick cock filling him completely, his hands gripping Calum's hips as he pounded into him for hours on end.

He shifted again, his jeans feeling suddenly too tight. Fuck, what was wrong with him? He couldn't be getting turned on by Alan's ridiculous -and obviously false- claims. But his body betrayed him, his dick hardening despite his best efforts.

Calum glanced at Alan, his eyes flicking down to the jock's crotch before he could stop himself. Was it really that big?

Alan noticed Calum's gaze drifting to his lap, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Calum's ear as he whispered, "Like what you see, pretty boy?"

Calum's face flushed an even deeper red, and he jerked his head away, his heart pounding. "Shut up," he hissed, trying to ignore the way Alan's voice sent shivers down his spine.

Alan just chuckled, his hand brushing against Calum's thigh under the desk. "You know, I could show you exactly what I'm packing," he teased, his fingers tracing patterns on Calum's jeans. "If you're curious."

Calum's breath hitched, and he clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his composure. "I'm not curious," he lied, his voice strained. "And even if I was, it doesn't mean I want to see it."

Alan's grin widened, his eyes sparkling as he teased this gorgeous twink. "Oh, I think you're curious," he whispered, his hand sliding higher up Calum's thigh. "And I think you'd love to see what I've got." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Calum's ear. "I could whip it out right now, give you a little preview," he brushed off Calum's ear in a seductive manner. "No one would even notice. It's not like anyone's paying attention to us anyway."

Calum's heart raced, his mind spinning with Alan's words. The thought of Alan pulling out his cock right there in class was insane, but fuck, it was also incredibly tempting. He could almost imagine it; Alan unzipping his pants, his massive dick springing free, Calum's eyes widening as he took in the size and girth...

He shook his head violently, trying to clear the image.

Calum's hand shot out, grabbing Alan's wrist in a tight grip. He pulled the jock's hand off his thigh, his fingers digging into Alan's skin. "I said no," he hissed, his blue eyes flashing with anger and, unbeknownst to him at the moment, lust.

Alan's smirk faltered, caught off guard by Calum's sudden movement. He stared at the blonde, his gaze lingering on their joined hands. Calum's touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants.

But soon Alan just laughed, "Fuck, you're cute when you're angry." He looked back at Calum, his face inches from the twink's. "I like it when you grab me like that. It's like you can't help yourself. Like you can't wait..."

Calum's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly. Alan was too close, his scent too intoxicating. He sharply let go of Alan's hand. "Right, I can't wait to be free of you."

The rest of the lecture passed in a blur, with Alan and Calum engaged in a heated, whispered argument. Alan flirted shamelessly, his hands teasing dangerously close to touch Calum's body but never quite touching. Calum, for his part, tried to maintain his composure and deflected every attempt from the cocky jock. But his body betrayed him, his skin tingling whenever Alan touched him.

"You're a fucking asshole," Calum hissed at one point, his face flushed with anger and arousal.

Alan just grinned. "And you're a fucking tease," he shot back. "You can't deny you're into me, Calum. I see the way you look at me."

"You're fucking delu-" Calum's retort was cut off by the professor dismissing the class. Students began to gather their things, chatting and laughing as they filed out of the room.

The class around them started to empty itself with students flowing out. Calum paused, his gaze lingering on Alan's face. Up close, the jock was even more handsome; his jaw sharp, his eyes bright and full of life. Calum's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away, trying to deny the attraction he felt.

"I'm not into you," he muttered, more to himself than to Alan. He grabbed his backpack and sling it over his shoulder before turning to Alan for one more comment, "You're just one arrogant, annoying jock."

Alan's grin spread wider, his eyes deliberately ogling Calum's body. "Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy," he said seductively. "But we both know the truth. You want me, and I want you. So why don't we just get down with it. I know you've been thinking of it."

Calum's face flushed, and he turned to leave, his hard cock pressing uncomfortably against his jeans. Alan's words reminded him of how the jock appeared in his mind when Dean was fucking him. He couldn't deny the effect Alan had on him, no matter how much he wanted to. He had to resist it, even if Alan's offers were so tempting...

Calum walked away, his hips swaying slightly as he navigated through the crowded hallway. He couldn't resist throwing one last barb over his shoulder. "In your dreams, Alan," he called out, his voice dripping with sass.

Alan's eyes were glued to Calum's ass, his gaze hungry and possessive. He imagined grabbing those round cheeks, squeezing them as he thrust into Calum's tight hole. The blonde twink had to be incredibly tight, Alan thought, his cock throbbing at the mental image.

"You have no idea what I dream about," Alan thought to himself, his hand drifting down to adjust his hardening dick. He watched Calum until he disappeared around the corner, already planning his next move. He would make Calum his, no matter what it took.

===

Later that evening, Calum was back at his boyfriend's couch, venting about his day. "And then, in class, he just wouldn't leave me alone," Calum complained, his face flushed with frustration. "He kept whispering all these dirty things in my ear. It was so annoying."

Dean listened sympathetically, his arm wrapped around Calum's shoulders. "Sounds like he's really into you," he said, trying to keep the jealousy out of his voice. "Maybe you should just tell him to back off."

Calum sighed, burying his face in his hands. "I did, but he just keeps coming back for more. I don't know what his deal is. He's just so... so..." He trailed off, searching for the right word.

"Arrogant? Annoying? A huge dick?" Dean supplied, earning a small laugh from Calum.

"Yeah, all of the above," he agreed, a small smile tugging at his lips despite his annoyance.. "I just wish he would leave me alone. I'm not interested in him, no matter how good-looking he is."

Dean's arm tightened around Calum's shoulders in a possessive gesture. "You don't have to worry about him," he said firmly. "You're mine, and I won't let anyone, not even some dumb jock, come between us."

Calum leaned into Dean's embrace, feeling safe and loved. "I know," he pouted before smiling lightly at Dean. "I'm lucky to have you."

The conversation then shifted to the upcoming weekend, and Dean mentioned the frat party he'd been invited to. "We should go," he said, excitement clearly apparent in his voice. "It'll be a lot of fun, and I know some of the guys from my class will be there."

Calum hesitated, remembering Alan saying something about being in a fraternity. "Which frat is it?" he asked cautiously.

"The Alpha Chis," Dean replied. "They throw the best parties on campus. Why, do you know someone there?"

Calum shook his head quickly. "No, no one. I was just curious." He didn't want to mention Alan and risk Dean getting jealous again. Maybe Alan was just bullshitting or Calum might even have misremembered.

Dean smiled, pulling Calum closer. "Great, it's a date then. We'll get dressed up, have some drinks, and dance the night away." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Calum's lips. "Just you and me, having a good time."

Feeling excited about the prospect of going to the party with Dean, Calum decided to reach out to some of his friends to see if they were planning on attending as well. He sent a group text, asking if anyone was going to the Alpha Chi's party on Saturday.

His phone buzzed with responses almost immediately. His best friend, Sara, was the first to reply: "Hell yeah, I'm going! You guys should come with us. We're meeting at my place beforehand to pregame."

Calum smiled, relieved to know he wouldn't be the only familiar face at the party. He texted back: "Sounds good! Dean and I will be there. What time should we come over?"

Sarah replied: "Around 6? We can order some pizza and hang out before heading to the party."

Calum agreed, feeling more excited about the weekend. Maybe if he could have some free, unrestrained fun with his boyfriend and friends, he could forget about Alan.

{TBC}