"He's your stepbrother?" Dev shouted as he pulled out of Raymond's ass. The last shot of cum landing on Raymond's left ass cheek. "You never mentioned a stepbrother! Are all your family members hot? Can I see a picture of your dad so I know what he looks like and don't unknowingly breed his ass?"
"Yeah, the ass you just nutted in belongs to Raymond Hart, my stepbrother. My Dad married his whore mom about twelve years ago," Tyler sneered. "Did you seek out my roommate intentionally, Ray?"
Raymond sprung up from his knees willing to fight even with a load leaking from his ass. "First of all, bitch, you call my Mom a whore again I'll shove my foot up your ass and ruin that bleached asshole that every gay in a thirty mile radius has seen. Secondly, Jack's marriage to your mother was over by the time he got with my Mom. Thirdly, Dev was the one who messaged me on Dick Pig. I didn't even know you lived here because we haven't talked since Thanksgiving two years ago when I caught you fucking my then-boyfriend Alejandro," Raymond ranted.
"You fucked your stepbrother's boyfriend?" Dev said shooting Tyler a disappointed, but not surprised look. Unavailable men seemed to be Tyler's type.
"Alejandro threw himself at me! And isn't it better that he knew Alejandro found me more attractive? You're welcome! And I'm sick and fucking tired of my Dad and everyone acting like you are so much better than me. 'Raymond was class president! Raymond got a scholarship! The sun shines out of Raymond's ass! Let's stare in wonder at the bright light emitting from those perfect cheeks!' Everybody loves Raymond and I'm somehow garbage," Tyler yelled. "And my asshole isn't bleached! It is a natural beauty."
"Tyler, while I'm sympathetic to your feelings about your father, you shouldn't take it out on Raymond. While I've just gotten a closeup look at his asshole and it was glorious, I can assure you the sun does not shine out of it. The only thing coming out of it right is my cum," Dev said trying not to sound too proud landing such a hot piece for the night.
"Dev, can I use your bathroom? I seem to be leaking said load onto your carpet. And I don't want to look at this insecure, raggedy bitch anymore," Raymond said with a dismissive handwave at Tyler.
Dev smiled at Raymond. "You can use the master bathroom. Upstairs, through the first room on the left."
"You're letting him use your bathroom?! He's some rando you picked up on Dick Pig. You've never let me use it," Tyler whined as Raymond made his way upstairs.
"Because you have your own bathroom, Tyler. I am very disappointed in you. I know family can be complicated, but Raymond is my guest right now. I've never treated any of your hook-ups poorly. Not even the marketing major who ate my tikka masala leftovers and clipped his toenails on the couch!"
Tyler pondered that. "Kent wasn't that bad. He did offer to clean the house naked if you'd write him a prescription for painkillers. Then you had to scare him off with a lecture about the opioid crisis and medical ethics."
"I rest my case. Tyler, I don't really want to deal with your theatrics right now. There's pizza in the fridge. Don't be surprised if you hearing moans and grunts coming from my room," Dev said as he walked up the stairs.
Tyler stood there fuming. It was bad enough he skipped meals preparing to bottom for TV star Nick Donovan and all he got was a rimjob, little fingering and a bizarre proposition, but to come home to find Raymond getting bred by Dev was maddening. Everyone always preferred Raymond to him and didn't exactly bring out the best behavior in Tyler. Before he could stalk off to the kitchen to eat cold pizza and sulk, his phone started ringing. Fishing it out his pocket, he looked at the caller ID and sighed before answering.
"Nick, can this wait until tomorrow? I haven't eaten and I'm not in a great mood. I'm down for your whole revenge scheme and me being subjected to teens butchering Grease, but I won't even meet Evan until Monday afterschool for rehearsals."
Nick had offered Tyler $100K to seduce the son of his former lover and co-star. Tyler figured Nick probably could get that done cheaper, but if Nick wanted to use his TV and convention money in a truly petty way, Tyler wasn't going to argue with him.
"Don't take that tone with me. I'm paying for your hole, not your mouth. My P.I. followed Evan to Zaddy's. That place is 21 and over, so he must have a fake ID. Get your outsourced ass over there now, bitch," Nick ordered.
"Um, I don't even know what he looks like. Besides, wasn't the whole point of me taking over the school production of Grease so I could get close to him that way," Tyler pointed out.
"'I'm Tyler and I don't know how to Google. Durrr'," Nick said in a really politically incorrect imitation of a mentally handicapped person. "He's on Insta. Look at that twink on there, then drive to Zaddy's and initiate contact. Maybe a little grinding. Maybe a little handie in a bathroom stall. That way you'll have in when you walk into rehearsal. It would be harder to start a seduction around a bunch of teens trying to learn how to hand jive. Get it done, cum dumpster for hire," Nick barked before hanging up.
Tyler looked up Evan's Instagram on his phone. He saw the standard inspirational quotes and pictures of his parents volunteering at a soup kitchen. He stopped when he finally saw a picture of Evan. He looked like a half-Latino TimothΓ©e Chalamet. His dark hair was a little long, but framed his face charmingly. There was a rueful look in Evan's eyes that made Tyler's dick twitch. If he got the chance, he'd do a little more in a bathroom stall than just jerk him off. Tyler smirked. Skipping those meals might not have been in vain.