The Dirty Jockstrap (Braxton)

[Ethan White]

Ethan tossed and turned on his bed when his alarm suddenly rang, instinctively throwing a pillow to the source of the offending noise and inevitably missing, instead hitting the water bottle and making it fall down the floor with a thud. He tried to drown the ring out by hiding under his blanket and another pillow, but the infernal din just can’t be ignored. Growling in defeat, he promptly sat up and turned the damned thing clock off.

After a couple of seconds of yawning, stretching and rubbing his eyes to keep them open, he finally got out of bed and walked out of his room, not really caring if he only had his boxers

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Before stopping by his kitchenette to make himself breakfast, he stopped by his couch and happily kicked the sleeping form to wake him up. “Hey pretty boy, time to wake up,” he said, nudging the younger guy some more, “We have to be early. Remember what Nigel said about being late today?” Today’s the day after all. If they screw this up, well, all the stuff they did before would be put to waste. “And don’t complain about the stiffness in your neck due to my couch. I didn’t complain when you forced me to sleep on there while you trashed my room with that Asian girl.”

Yes, he’s still (jokingly) upset about it. Mostly because Brax forgot to clean up and left his condom lying on the floor. (Something Ethan found out after tripping over his misplaced laundry hamper and falling face first on the floor, his nose touching the discarded piece of rubber).

“Come on dude. If you don’t wake up within three seconds I’m totally making out with you. You know I’m not above raping a sleeping person.” That ought to get the Carson dude to his senses.[/justify][/blockquote]
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HA! FINALLY. I'm sorry this one took sooo long in the making. Thanks a whole lot Herl for putting up with meee. <3
- Jam[/font]

[Braxton Carson]

"Ugh..." Insert here many other grumbling noises. "Go away..."

Braxton was dreaming of the show he had been watching with Ethan the night before. That's right, the only show Braxton watched, religiously, every week in TV: The Girls Next Door. Since the start of the show, he hadn't missed one single episode and he loved them all. Hugh Hefner was Braxton's idol. In every single way, he wanted to be like the old man. This time, he was dreaming exactly that. He was seeing himself in the Playboy mansion, surrounded by beautifully gorgeous blonde girls. He was sitting just next to the pool, his right arm surrounding Kristina and the other surrounding Karissa. He was in twin-heaven, and since it was not enough, then Crystal, his favorite Hefner-girlfriend, arrived. She smiled at Braxton and Braxton smiled back. She knelt in front of him while the twins smiled playfully.

He told the kneeling playmate to go ahead and she smiled while opening her mouth... She said... 'Come on dude' with Ethan's voice. Everything went white and Braxton realized it was all dream. He realized he was now awake.

"Oh fuck you." He covered his head with the pillow Ethan had handed him the night before. "Crystal EFFING Harris was getting down on me. Fuck. I hate you."

He cleared his thoughts for a moment. He remembered why he had stayed at Ethan's that night, it was initiation day. Finally, the day he would, formally, become a Kappa-Sigma. Below the pillow, a smiled formed in Braxton's face. He had been waiting far too long for this.

"Ok, I'm up." He uncovered his face and went into a sitting position, placing the pillow over his legs and passing his hands through his face and hair. "We aren't late yet, are we? How much time we have?" He searched for Ethan in between the shapes of the apartment while his eyes adjusted to the light. "Seriously?" Braxton giggled. "Superman boxers? What are you, like..." He stopped midway, realizing something even better to tease at that particular moment. "Oh my god. Seriously? That has got to be the saddest morningwood in men's history."

[Ethan White]

Ethan found himself growling in frustration when Braxton did nothing but groan and grumble in response to his kicks. He’s already been bugging him for a good two minutes now, and still no signs of waking up. If this continues, there’s really no chance in hell that they’d ever be on time for the initiation.

And if that were to happen, he’s considering tying the man upside-down and have him dangle above a vat of molten metal. Yes, forget being bros if they don’t get in.

He was just about to leave and grab a bucket of cold water from his bathroom (he’s willing to sacrifice his couch for this) when the Carson twin finally got up. “Oh yes please,” he said rolling his eyes. Not that he’d want to. Force of habit he says. “And good morning to you too.”

As it was though, Ethan can’t say angry at Braxton for long, particularly because he mentioned the whole Crystal Harris dream. “While I do believe that Harris is rather hot, I’d rather not stick my d*ck anywhere near her. Not when she already gave her p*ssy away to some living corpse.” It’s just sick in his opinion really. “I do have standards you know.”

“We have thirty minutes to get ready,” he said, looking at the watch on top of his refrigerator, “Forty-five really, but I don’t want to push it. Not with the morning rush I don’t.” It’ll take a good fifteen minutes to get to the K-Sig house from his apartment anyway. “You can use the shower while I fix us some quick breakfast.”

He was just about to go when Brax pointed out his morning wood. Damn. In his rush to rouse the younger boy he didn’t realize he had one. “Embarrassing? What do you mean embarrassing?” he asked, turning around with hands on his hips, “Mock my Superman boxers but this? Mock this? I know you’re jealous Brax, you don’t have to deny it.” Childish as ever, Ethan promptly jumped up his couch and wagged it in front of Brax’s face.

“Now can we please work on getting there on time now?”

[Braxton Carson]

"Pfff, you wish you could put your little nailless pinky finger on her!" Braxton retaliated the attack on her favorite playmate.

Standards. Pff. It was one thing to mess with Braxton, but to mess with a girl he thinks is hot, was another thing, specially if it was one of the Top Ten Braxton Girls, which was a list he made consisting of, what he called, the ten hottest pieces of meat in the round surface of Earth. Crystal Harris had the seventh spot, and to listen how someone else considered her not worthy... Well, at least it wasn't Alison Lohman, Ethan would have been in deep trouble if he messed with her.

"Aww and you'll cook for me too?" He made a silly voice while putting up an, even sillier, smile. "That's so sweet, you're my maid, already picking up my condoms and waking me up. Wanna be my girlfriend too?"

Braxton was about to stand up after his mocking Ethan's underwear taste and, well, manhood, when said manhood got shoved in his face. You fag. He immediately reacted by, metahumanly, shoving Ethan back lightly while landing a slightly angered stare at him. He wasn't angry, of course not, it was just a game.

"Gross." He stood up and started walking towards Ethan's bathroom. "I want my eggs scrambled Mrs. White." Of course he was clearly referring to Ethan, obviously.

After a fifteen minutes showers, which included, of course, adding a secret special ingredient, made by Braxton's own body under special circumstances, to Ethan's shampoo, Braxton walked out of the bathroom with the pink Hello Kitty towel his friend had readied for him. He looked insanely funny, of course, and Braxton only wished Ethan was not with a camera in hand ready for when he came out of the bathroom.

"You know, it's so cute of you to let me use your favorite towel, Ethan." He said as he walked out.

[Ethan White]

It’s probably a good thing that Ethan had no access to Braxton’s list. Mostly because the older boy would laugh loudly and then begin to butcher each one on it, telling his bro that one had breast implants, a ‘loose p*ssy’ or was a former guy (who hasn’t fully transformed yet). Unless of course his list has Kat Dennings on it. Because if it does, well, he just might spare them the criticism and simply roll his eyes in amusement, like he did just now.

Because you simply can’t go wrong with Kat Dennings.

“N’aww, I’d pass,” he said nonchalantly, arms on his hips, “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to amount to something, considering I’m quite the bombshell.” And to prove his point, he happily bent over just a tad bit, pressed his chest together – as if to put some cleavage on him – and shook it in front of Braxton. Then turned around and did the same thing with his butt. “And besides, I don’t think we’d last long. Slave treatment I can live, but this? I don’t think so.” Of course. Because nothing says bro-ship without some good old penis jokes, right?

Which is why Ethan waved his dick right at Braxton’s face just now. Even when he was pushed aside – and the shove packed quite the punch, if he could say so himself – he still had that smug grin on his face. At least he didn’t fall on his back or anything serious anyway. “Don’t feel bad if you had to summon everything you have to not just jump on it. Better men than you have tried and failed,” he chuckled as Braxton disappeared into the bathroom.

“Eggs? Aren’t yours scrambled already?” he said one last time. With the brat gone, Ethan promptly began working on the small breakfast he promised, frying few strips of bacon as he did what Brax had requested (he would’ve preferred the eggs sunnyside up though, but scrambling it would make the eggs seem a whole lot more than they are).

His eyes widened when he saw the towel wrapped around Braxton. That’s Brea’s! Fuck. Now he can’t let her use it, because heaven knows what Braxton wiped it with. If his little sister suddenly got pregnant, he knows who to blame now (because sperm in towel can impregnate twelve year-olds. Nice). “Of course. Anything to have you on my bed by tonight Braxton,” he chuckled as he shot him a glare, slapping the Carson twin’s butt as he passed by him.

It took Ethan a good ten to fifteen minutes to get ready, coming out of the shower with a big grin on his face. And yes Braxton, he took care of his morning problem already. “Give me two minutes, Mrs. Carson,” he grinned, not really caring that he just bared everything to Braxton as he walked out with the towel on his hair.

And yes, he did notice something odd about his normally fragrant shampoo. He didn’t know what it was (he thought he was imagining it really) but he liked it, surprisingly. Nice one Braxton?

[Braxton Carson]

"Come'on, you don't convince girls to jump on it, now you're gonna convince guys?" Braxton replied to Ethan's comment after being pushed back. "You're so lucky I'm not saying anything about the fact that you are mentioning men jumping on you and not women, though I know they don't jump on you."

After he was out of the bathroom, Braxton started walking rapidly towards the kitchen, where the smell of food was coming from. He didn't know if Ethan had cooking abilities, but hey, at least the thing smelled good, and as long as it calms morning hunger, it was fine.

"I was already in your bed last week, dumbass." He said after Ethan slapped him in his butt, something he mainly ignore as he started to serve some eggs in a plate. "I must admit it, magic happened in it."

Braxton started to eat, still in in the pink towel only, as soon as Ethan left to take a bath. The eggs were good. Really good, actually, which made him decide to take the remaining eggs from the kitchen and finish them rather quickly. Afterwards, he examined his bro's fridge and took a bottle of milk, which he started to drink straight and without a glass, which drew a white mustache under the boy's nose. When Ethan came out of the bathroom, Brax, who was already halfway through the bottle, managed to not throw out the liquid in his mouth in surprise, and due to the heavy laughing that was going to happen, after seeing his friend come out practically naked out of the bathroom. He swallowed it, put the bottle down and bent forward in his chair with his eyes closed as he started to laugh as hard as he could.

"Dude." He kept laughing strongly. "Tell me you had a cold shower and that thing is the product of shrinkage, please!" Braxton felt like he couldn't breath, but he just couldn't stop laughing. "I'd you show you mine so you see how a man's pride should look, but come'on, I'm not giving you that pleasure just yet." He stopped laughing and started to breath slowly as he regained control over himself. "No wonder why you use boxers." He stood up from his chair and walked up to the small black backpack where he had brought a set of clothes the night before. "The lack of package in briefs would totally scare the chicks away." Braxton passed next to Ethan in his way to the bathroom, which he closed immediately after entering. "Oh, and I think ate your eggs."

[Ethan White]

Braxton’s teasing only earned him a smirk from Ethan, mostly because the older boy’s hands are still busy drying his hair to give him the finger. (That, and Ethan doesn’t really give anyone the finger. But there’s just something about Braxton that somehow wants to make it a regular thing). “You do know that the way you’re taunting me makes it sound like you’re just doing it to have me shove it up your ass. Which is both unappealing and disgusting,” said the brunette, rolling his eyes as he sat down and put the towel over his lap (as if that’d hide anything at this moment). He took a quick bite of a bacon slice and continued, “And besides, it’s not like this is something to be impressed about.”

One tug of the extremely manly Hello Kitty towel and bam. “That’s something to be proud of?” taunted Ethan, almost spitting the bacon from his mouth as he shook his head.

His eyes widened when Braxton suddenly told him that there were no eggs left. Drinking straight from the milk bottle he can forgive, but eating his eggs? That was just inexcusable. “And these are the times when I ask myself why I ever allowed myself to be your friend.” Breakfast without eggs doesn’t seem like breakfast at all. But since they don’t have time for Ethan to make a fresh batch (they have to leave in five minutes) he simply grabbed a toast in his mouth and went straight to his room. “I’m going to kill you Carson, remember that!” he shouted as he passed by the bathroom door.

-xxx-

Thank goodness the traffic was on their side. Ethan was just under the speed limit and they still arrived with a few minutes to spare. Even the parking lot was with them, having a slot just a few steps from the K-Sig house. “C’mon dufus, this is it,” grinned the boy as he turned off the engine and walked over to the door. He knocked three times, and within moments, a big and beefy blond opened the door.

“We’re not late, are we? If we were, it’s all Braxton’s fault. He just had to jerk off to Betty White.”

Nope. He’s not letting Braxton get the last laugh. Not if he can help it.

Ooc:

Gosh. So late. Sorry. D;.
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

"Oh please, you wish you had this." Brax signaled his jewels after Ethan pulled his Hello Kitty towel just before entering the bathroom. "Pfff." Braxton yelled after he was inside and started to change clothes. "You know you love me."

-xxx-

"What? No I wasn't." Braxton quickly proclaimed. "It was Rue McClanahan." It was so serious, it was hard to tell if he was joking or not. "Everybody knows she's the hottest Golden Girl."

"What?" The beefy K-Sig asked in disgust. "Beatrice Arthur? Hello? She was the hottest." Braxton couldn't really react at that, wondering if it was a joke or he had meant it for real. "You're fine. Come'on in. Don't get too comfy. James arrives in five minutes or so and we'll get started then."

Braxton nodded and entered the sacred K-Sig house along with Ethan. Inside, a bunch of testosterone-filled guys were having a few drinks and socializing. A few of them he could already recognize. K-Sig members, Gabriel, Hunter and blonde Mike were near the stairs, fellow soon-to-be-K-Sigs Tom, Peter and Paul were in the couches, and near the kitchen entrance, black Mike and Max were bringing some beer boxes to the main room. All the others, unknown to Braxton.

"Any ideas on what we're gonna be put through today, man?" He asked Ethan, deciding on not to socialize with the other soon-to-be members at the moment. "I mean, you have to have heard something about the last ceremonies and such, right?"

The arrival of James, the football team's captain and another business administration major like Braxton, cut their conversation short.

"Ok girls, line-up." The tall dark-haired athletic jock pointed at all the soon-to-be K-Sigs in the room. "Let's start this, shall we?"

[Ethan White]

While Braxton was rather determined with keeping his serious face on, Ethan’s own came off the moment the Carson twin spoke. And when the blonde replied with an equally hilarious comment (at least to Ethan’s ears it was), well, he all but laughed right there and then. “You tell him Liam,” he said, shaking his head and patting the man’s shoulders as he entered. He could’ve sworn he saw the beefy blonde glare from the corner of his eye, but he might be wrong.

Such is probably one of the few reasons he has why he didn’t join K-Sig, or any fraternity for that matter, in his first year in UVM. As it was, he claims he doesn’t have that special brand of wit Brax has, the one that let him joke like that oh-so-easily with the others. Ethan can joke, yes, but considering how much thought process goes in his head before he says something, it usually loses flavor. Not that he’s saying Brax is dumb; he’s saying he’s more intuitive than he is.

He lazily flopped onto one of the couches and grabbed a drink, slouching and lazily draping his hands across the couch’s back. “Nope. Totally blank.” Even Justin, who was a broadcast journalism major like him, wasn’t telling him anything. He simply laughs and taunts Ethan every time he asks about it. “Though all members last year streaked for the UVM fair. Which is happening today too,” added Ethan, taking a sip off his drink, “I mean, most of them had Guy Fawkes masks. A few, who they say were the neophytes, didn’t.” He could still hear his friends breaking into laughs and taking a whole lot of pictures that day. One even extended her hand and tried to grab one. “But Gin says that it’s not an annual thing, the members joining thing. Possibly an anniversary or something.”

Ethan was about to add something more, but then James spoke, cutting their chat short. “Faster ladies, we don’t have all day.”

Once they’re lined up in front of him, he nodded and the next thing Ethan knew a folded handkerchief was put over his eyes, effectively blindfolding him. “Now pledges, trust is one of the things we value around here. We should be able to trust you implicitly, and you to us. Thus, the blindfolds.” Ethan didn’t have anything against it really, if it wasn’t that the guy who tied his blindfold did it a little too tightly. Damn. “Now ladies, this initiation is a rebirth. So, it is only but fitting that you be initiated in your birthday suits, are you not?” Suddenly, laughter and cheering erupted from all around him.

“Hey. What are you waiting for? We don’t have all day. Come on ladies, show us those boobies.” He groaned inwardly as he started pulling his shirt off him (which was a little bit tricky considering he can’t see anything). Why did I allow Braxton to talk me into this again?

[Braxton Carson]

Braxton was sincerely, and deeply, excited as he walked up into the line in front of James. Things were about to start, and the anxiety of what might or might happen was, well, killing him inside. He had been waiting for this exact moment far too long, and now that the moment was finally here... let's just say he was jumping up and down like a kid in a candy-shop inside his mind.

Every single one of Jame's words entered Brax's brain as divine. The whispers and occasional laughs of all the other K-Sigs sounded like angelic choir in the background. He could even listen hallelujahs coming from somewhere, little did he know that there was a small chapel in the middle of mass two houses ahead. When word about undressing came, Braxton did it without a flinch, being the second completely undressed. Damn, James could ask him to jump from a bridge and Braxton would do it without thinking about it and twice as fast next time.

"Oh, what is this little thing I see?" James asked aloud after everyone was completely undressed. "None of you ladies can't see it, but Marlon here is perhaps a little bit too excited for the initiation." Hank, a fellow K-Sig walked up to James with a belt in his hands. "It's good that you know, from now, that such excitement when there's only men around is heavily frowned upon." Hank used the leather belt as a whip and hit the wall, while at the same time, yelling as if in severe pain while James laughed in complete silence and signaled an 'ok'. "Did you like that, Marlon? Your dwarfed sausage apparently did." Hank did the whole acting again, fooling Braxton, and most likely every other pledge, that the fictional 'Marlon' pledge was being scolded. "It's ok. I know it won't happen again." All the others K-Sigs were laughing silently now too. "Ok, here's the thing. You know we have the the streaking marathon with that weird guy's mask today. Guess what? you're all participating. With no masks, and blindfolded. So please everyone, follow the sound of my voice towards the exit."

Oh, I'm loving this.

[Ethan White]

Ethan wouldn’t deny that he feels excited about the whole thing. Like Braxton, he’s waited for far too long for this day to come too. Who doesn’t like to be part of a group anyone, especially one as amazing as this one? Only difference is he doesn’t quite share Brax’s level of excitement. Because unlike the younger guy, atop his excitement was bounds and bounds of apprehension. He knows he shouldn’t really worry, that nothing bad would truly happen to him should he just follow what the voices around him say, but still, it’s there.

It took a bit longer than usual for the brunette to strip down, but he’s fairly sure he wasn’t the last one to undress due to the few scuffles he’s heard from his sides. With the hush-hush whispers and supposedly discreet laughter somewhat distracting him, Ethan tried to take his mind off the whole fiasco by thinking of seemingly trivial things. Like how glad he was he didn’t wear his favorite shirt today, since it would most likely be lost after the day. That he decided to wear his slip on shoes, since his other shoes were rather tight on his feet and would be hard to remove without untying the laces. And how good it was that he took care of his wood early morning, else it would’ve been a huge problem.

Just then, the whole Marlon incident happen, catching the brunette off-guard. If he didn’t know James can shrink to a mere inch or grow to up to twenty feet, he would’ve thought he was a telepath.

It worried him a bit though, since despite his age, his hormones are still pretty wonky and he has a habit of springing one up every now and then, especially when it hangs so loosely. Hopefully the threat of being whipped like Marlon (yes, Ethan believes him to be true) would drain the blood off his appendage.

Despite people constantly telling him that he has distinct shoulders, he’s not really scared of being recognized. With the sheer multitude of people streaking (he thinks), he doubts he’d attract any unwanted attention. He’s sure that even the guy on his anthropology class wouldn’t even notice him.

What he does fear though is getting lost. ‘Cause despite the fact that James keeps on yapping and yapping, picking on random recruits or telling some trivial story about how he outwitted his wrinkly English professor, and it wasn’t just because of the muffling effect the mask has. When the other members suddenly started talking, his voice almost vanished entirely.

This was the plan after all. For members to mix and mingle with the pledges and try to get them lost. The scorching sun and the rough pavement were nothing compared to the struggle Ethan was having holding on to that baritone.

He could just hope that Braxton was having better luck than he was.

[Braxton Carson]

"Pff, Ethan, you smell so bad, I can smell you for miles." Braxton whispered to the guy jogging next to him.

"Ah? No. I'm Santiago, man." The guy whispered back.

Brax shrugged and moved towards the closest guy he could listen in the pack.

"Pff, Ethan, you stink." He whispered once again. "I felt your stench from the opposite end of the group."

"What did you just say, punk?!" Brax recognized Liam's voice.

Braxton quickly apologized and moved on to the guy he could listen jogging next to him. How Braxton had such a good ear, was quite a good question.

"Ethan, you filthy hobo." He tried one third time. "Everyone in a kilometer can follow your armpits' decay."

By then, Braxton had also lost track whether or not he was still following James, all he knew was that he was following the pack, and he could only hope someone was indeed following the self-appointed alpha K-Sig. They were now by UVM's main courtyard where every other student, that wasn't streaking, was grouped to check the ones that were. Every single one of them laughing and pointing, most of them taping and taking pictures to be uploaded later.

"Pledges, smile for the cameras!" James yelled from the front of the pack, comforting Braxton that they hadn't lost him yet.

"My god, you think this will end in the internet?" He worried a little. "I should have totally done some abs this morning, what if I don't look good?!"

[Ethan White]

Whatever anxiety that was building up inside Ethan (an unknown, thereby uncomfortable, feeling indeed) was immediately decreased when he heard a voice that (he could say with much certainty) was distinctly Braxton. No one can be annoying yet amusing all at the same time. It’s not just the tone and pitch he says; it’s the choice of words, their timing and everything else that makes him, well, him.

It wasn’t that clear when he first heard it – he was still among the noisy frat-brothers, so he could barely make out his words – so the brunette did his best to move forward and follow the irritating brat’s voice. Unfortunately for him his ears aren’t as good as the Carson kid, so he bumped into a few blindfolded pledges here and there. (At least they didn’t growl much when his hands unknowingly went into places it shouldn’t be, considering their state of undress).

“Dude, they say that the mouth is just a tad too close to the nose, that’s why.” Not exactly the wittiest comeback ever, but he hopes it’d be enough to tell Braxton that, well, he’s there. He even nudge the guy beside him with his elbow to signal his arrival. And ‘lo and behold, he was greeted with a hiss. “My bad.” The guy to his left then.

With Braxton’s seemingly senseless chatter cheering him up, the older boy even found himself breaking into a smile as their naked jog went on. “I think you’d need a year’s worth of morning to show those shy babies,” he teased, “And if you really want to get noticed, you should actually pose. Like this.”

Not that Braxton could see his ‘Greek marble statue pose’. What he would know though is the tumbling of pledges soon after. Apparently he didn’t realize that there were a few more behind him. Good thing he wasn’t pushed so much.

“Don’t have too much fun ladies. The day’s only begun,” was all James said before urging them to continue on. It’s the last stretch after all, he says. Only ten more minutes before they’re back to the house.

Once they’re back in the house, James promptly told them to line up as the next part will begin. “K-Sig members always strive for the truth, so much that they can tell a fake even without seeing it,” James bellowed, and judging from his footsteps, he’s pacing back and forth. “Thus you should be able to tell if these boobs are real, or implants. Let’s start with….you!”

[Braxton Carson]

"Like what?" Braxton asked before listening to the sound of people stumbling, falling and cursing to Ethan. Dumbass.

After around ten minutes more of streak, they finally arrived at the Kappa Sigma house where James announced the second phase of the initiation. The magic word?! Brax smiled as he heard the word 'boobs', which was the same reaction from almost every single brother in the house as UVM's cheerleaders took their blouses off in the living room. How were they convinced of participating? They were not, it was part of the cheerleadings' hazing procedure, and a tradition that had been going around for some years in UVM's K-Sig house. Unfortunately, all the pledges still had their eyes covered, so they couldn't enjoy the view, but that was also part of the trial. Oh my god, me first! Me first! He thought, but unfortunately a scrawny kid from the engineering school got chosen first.

"Raise your right hand, little brother." James said to the chosen pledge before the novice cheerleader walked towards him. She then holded her breast against his hand, and he started to, very excitedly, grab and touch it all over. "Ok that's enough." James took the pledge's hand from her breast. "You may talk now, little brother. Fake or real?"

"Those shiz were totally real man." The pledge said, licking his upper lip.

"Wrong." Every single person in the room started making booing him and/or laughing. "Go back outside and do another streak lap through campus. Anderson will accompany you."

"What?! Why me?!" Anderson complained.

"GO!" James yelled as he pointed outside and both men quickly left.

Another lap? Ugh... He reconsidered wanting to go next, or at all.

"You! Carson twin." Braxton swallowed saliva. "Your turn, come'on here." Braxton walked towards James voice and stopped in front of him, just before the football team's captain raised his hand and holded it against another cheerleader's breast. "So?"

"Oh, god they're awesome." He pinched here and there. "Too awesome. Real. Totally."

"See, girls?" James retired Braxton's hand from the girl's breasts. "Learn from Mr. Braxton here who have, obviously, felt his fair amount of girly parts. Go back to the line. Ok, what about Mr. Carson's girlfriend now, join us, Ms. White."

"Hear that?" He whispered to Ethan as he arrived at his spot next to him and before he walked to James. "You're my girlfriend now."

[Ethan White]

While he knows things aren’t really going to get better once they reach the house (heaven knows ‘the fun’s just begun’), but Ethan felt a whole lot more comfortable inside it than out. At least now he knows no one, other than his soon-to-be-brothers, would see everything. He might’ve been ok with some streaking, but being blindfolded made him feel so vulnerable. Maybe one they he’d just streak around campus for fun…

In any case, the time’s not for daydreaming as James promptly announced the new part to their initiation. Ethan was, by no means, confident that he’d do well, but at least this’d be fun. He’s not some sex-crazed lunatic, but a grope is a grope no matter how you look at it.

When Braxton was called, he merely rolled his eyes under his blindfold. He wasn’t surprised that within moments of feeling it, his bro had an answer. And a correct one at that. Heaven knows he’s got way more lines on his headboard than Ethan does anyway (though he’s not too far behind, he adds).

He did frown for a bit when he was called Brax’s girlfriend. Just where did they get that idea? “Totally not doing your laundry later,” he whispered before he walked forward. Yes, he was thinking of being a good friend and host by washing his guest’s dirty clothes along with his when they come back after the whole thing.

“What’s with the scowl White? Don’t worry, we don’t discriminate around here bro. Not that much at least,” James teased, and a good hollering followed soon after.

Soon the cheering died down and he felt his hand being led to a cheerleader’s breast. Woah. The touch sent some blood down under for just a bit, making it twitch, but died down soon after when Ethan thought about Braxton in a two-piece. Disgusting.

“Jiggly. A little too jiggly,” he mused as his hand moved around it for a bit. “Fake.”

“Mrs. Carson’s got game,” James said as he sent Ethan back in place.

It was probably a good thing that he didn’t sprout wood back then, as a pledge that came two turns after him (Oliver, he thinks was his name) was sent out for a lap when he became too excited. “There’ll be time for that later, right girls?” Once again, James’s question was met with a round of cheers.

Apparently the fact-finding ritual would go on for quite a while, as Ethan found himself and Braxton, along with the others, being called again, and again, and again. Apparently they’ll be doing it ten times, and whoever gets three or more mistakes gets to wear a dirty jockstrap on his head. And whoever’s got the most at the end of it all will wear one of the five unwashed jockstraps from the ‘K-Sig Vault’.

So far Ethan’s got two strikes (out of four). Not good.

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