Project: FU

Nolan Solace

I’m used to erotic moans coming from my phone. As one of the video editors for Rumor and Confessions, sexy sounds are a frequent noise surrounding me.

What’s new is that there’s a female involved and what I edit are all dicks. What has me staring in disbelief is that the female—who is my girlfriend of sixteen months—is being gang banged by eight members of the football team. A gang bang she initiated, as the first several minutes of the video show.

It’s like watching a train hurdle into the side of a building in slow motion. You’re horrified, disgusted, maybe even a little terrified, but no matter how your stomach churns and sickness grips your chest, your eyes are glued to the point of impact.

I tap the screen and the image pauses. I’m not excited to be staring at Marion Stillwater with his dick in my girlfriend’s pussy as she chokes on Freddy Hildreth’s cock, but I stop here because it’s a clear view of one very damning thing.

Two weeks ago, I paid for a new tattoo for her twentieth birthday. She chose a cheer stick on her right thigh. Guess what’s on full display right now? Which gives this video an unmistakable time stamp.

I click my screen off and toss the phone to my bed as I try to catch my breath. My hands shake. Kelsey has always been a wild card, but that’s one of the reasons I loved her. I love her energy and her chaos. I love how she makes me laugh and forces me out of being serious too often.

Now I just feel… numb. I hurt, but I don’t want to feel it. My fingers feel tingly. My head throbs.

How could she do this? I didn't mean to. How do you accidentally get gang banged? What lies is she going to spin to try to talk herself out of this damning evidence?

What if this isn’t the first time?

Has she been making a fool of me for over a year now? Have I been fucking blind and naïve? According to the first minute of the video, the answer is yes. 

There were rumors the first several times I’d gotten together with Kelsey, she’d had a boyfriend. I chose to believe her when she promised me she didn’t. Now I can’t help but wonder if that was a lie all along.

“Nolan?”

I take a breath, trying to get my shit together as I turn to look at Kylen. Kylen isn’t technically related, but he may as well be my brother. Cousin, at the very least. He’s actually the son of one of my father’s best friends and we grew up next door to each other.

He watches me with light eyes filled with concern. His hair is long, beginning to fall in his face. Because I can’t help myself, I brush it from his eyes.

I feel numb.

“I’m sorry,” Kylen says.

“Did you fuck her?”

His eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Ugh, no! Why would you ask that?”

“Because you keep apologizing. This is like the eighth one.”

Kylen huffs. “It’s reflex. I’m sorry that you… That you’re hurt. I wish I could take that away. I’m sorry I keep saying I’m sorry.” He gives me a crooked smile.

I sigh, letting my head fall forward and closing my eyes. Which is a bad idea because all I see is that video playing. It’s a long video. I’d only watched the first handful of minutes. Long enough to see three of the eight naked guys fucking her while the rest gathered around to wait their turn while stroking their cocks.

“I need a box,” I say.

Kylen gives me a confused look before he nods. “Okay. I’ll see if I can find one.”

Once he’s left my room, I begin pulling open drawers and tossing anything of Kelsey’s onto my bed. Clothing. Books. Cheer shit. Stupid little frames and fluffy stuffies shit. That damn throw pillow. This ugly-ass comforter.

Kylen returns and stops in the doorway to watch me. Without a word, he begins shoving Kelsey’s belongings into one of the boxes he brought. I’m glad he found two. The stupid comforter and throw pillow take up a lot of room.

Once I’ve torn my room apart, I pick up a box. Kylen grabs the other and follows me down the hall and down the stairs to where the pledge, Galin, is manning the front door wearing a gladiator costume.

I drop the box off the front stoop and turn around to head back inside. Galin watches me without a word as I take a right down the shrine of dicks and into the basement where I shove open the office door.

I’m a frat brother of Delta Iota Kappa, or, as the school affectionately refers to us—DIK. We have a multitude of sexy businesses that we run from the basement, but one of the things I love the most about this particular frat is that we’re practically living in the future as far as technology goes.

Our sexy businesses fund a lot of tech upgrades. One of those upgrades is electronic control of who comes and goes from the frat. Both for Rumor and Confessions, but also as visitor admittance into the frat house. We’re allowed to give certain people of our choosing access to come and go as long as we’re home.

I’d given Kelsey that pass. She spends the night here more than she doesn’t. A new wave of sick feelings sweeps through me. How many of my frat brothers has she been fucking while I slept peacefully?

No. I have no tie to the football team. But my frat brothers are my brothers. I’m going to choose to believe they wouldn’t touch her.

Harlan Driver is sitting at the computer in the office. On the screen is the video editing software behind the scheduler. He looks up, eyebrows knit together in concern.

“What’s up, Solace?”

“I need to ban Kelsey from DIK and every other aspect of the frat house,” I say.

He gives me a perplexed look, but doesn’t question me. I watch as he pulls up the software that leads to the scanners at all the doors. Kelsey’s profile comes up, and within a few clicks, I see the red words ‘Access Revoked’ in several spots all over her profile.

He saves the changes and closes out, meeting my eyes again.

“Thanks.”

Harlan nods. “You okay?”

“Sure. Fine. Thanks.” I turn and head back upstairs to my room.

I left it in tatters, which makes me itch. I hate mess. I hate this room.

Instead of letting myself fall into the hurt and betrayal I feel right now, I focus on the anger rising in me. I grab it with both hands metaphorically and encourage it to drown out everything else.

I tear the bedding from my bed and shove it into the open closet so I’m left with nothing but an empty mattress. After slamming the closet door shut, I drop onto my bed and close my eyes.

My heart hammers in my chest. It’s so intense that I think I can feel each beat throughout my body. As if I can feel my heartbeat in my ankles, my thighs, my stomach, my hands. Every rapid pulse of anger races through me.

My bed moves, and my eyes open. I’m ready to jump out of my skin as my mind tells me Kelsey somehow managed to get into the house. But it’s not her. Kylen returned. He hadn’t followed me to the basement.

With Kylen is his twin sister, Kole. Together, they crowd around me, curling up against me on either side and wrapping me in their arms.

Kole is our one frat sister. She’s an exception to the rule of bros only. When Kylen was made a full member of DIK, Kole moved in with him and no matter what anyone said, Kole wasn’t leaving.

In the Whitaker house, twins may as well be a single person. For their fathers, Damon and Declan, they’re eerily the same person in two different bodies. For their twin children, Kylen and Kole, it is no different.

Well, there are some differences. They’re not as, uh, close as Damon and Declan. There’s a line there that their fathers don’t have.

But they’re still weirdly identical in some very strange ways. Like their ability to speak in absolute unison is freaky as fuck. Always. They’ve been talking for eighteen years, and no matter how many times I hear them speak in practically the same voice at the same time, the exact same words, it never becomes less freaky.

I’m not surprised Kole’s here when Kylen comes back. I’m also not surprised by the first words that come out of her mouth. “Want me to cut her?”

I huff laughter. “What are we, in a nineties movie?”

“I know a guy,” she says. “I’m pretty sure he knows a guy, too.”

“Probably knows a lot of guys,” Kylen muses.

“Uh-huh. Thanks, but I’d like to avoid bloodshed if it can be helped.”

“Pity,” Kole says. “People like her don’t feel the same way we feel. You have to provoke other strong emotions in them to make them feel as strongly as we do now.”

By we, she means me. I’m not hiding my hurt very well. Then again, I’ve never tried to hide what I feel from them.

“I’m pissed,” I say, which isn’t a lie.

“An eye for an eye,” the twins say.

“You want me to fuck the football team?” I ask.

“I mean, one of us should,” Kylen says. “Those tight fucking pants, man.”

I laugh and close my eyes. I don’t want to laugh right now. That’s too close to dislodging the ache in my chest and the sour taste in my mouth.

“Ohh, I know,” Kole says, “Frat house orgy!”

“You’re just dying to get fucked by the DIKs, aren’t you?” Kylen asks with a sigh.

“You want the football team. I want the sexy men in this house.” She leans up on her arm and looks down at me. “Except you two. I’m drawing the line at family.”

“Generous,” I mutter.

She gives me a grin.

“Why not the Omegas?”

“I’ve already been there for an orgy.”

I look at her and she grins. “I’ve also visited the sororities for orgies. Want to know what else I’ve done?”

“No,” Kylen and I say together.

She laughs. “Oooh, that is freaky. No wonder everyone looks at us like we’re ghosts when we talk at the same time.”

“My sister, the hoebag,” Kylen mutters.

“We’re not all waiting for Mr. Right, sweetheart.”

This is far more information about the twins than I was prepared to learn today.

“What makes you think—”

“Ky, stop. We both know that the only hand on your hole is your own,” Kole says.

I look at Kylen, and his cheeks are a pretty shade of pink. He turns his face into my shoulder and mutters something I can’t quite make out.

I realize, as Kole gives him a smug smile, that this, while all apparently very true, is for my benefit. To take my mind off Kelsey. Not going to lie. It’s working. I’m weirdly fascinated.

“Let me get this straight,” I say. “Sweet Kole, the apple of her six fathers’ eyes, who puts on an Emmy-worthy innocent act, is actually a world-class slut. And her counterpart, the boy who was in trouble nearly every week in elementary school, is actually our shy, chaste boy. Am I right?”

“I love how you forgot he was almost expelled in high school,” Kole says.

“Because some bitch was bullying you,” Kylen says indignantly. “If Daddy Quin hadn’t stepped in when he did, I think all our fathers would be expelled from high school, even decades after graduation.”

“I forgot about that,” I say. “What happened?”

“Carrie,” Kole mutters, giving us a wounded, grumpy expression.

“Pigs’ blood,” Kylen clarifies. “All over. It was the most gory, horrifying mess I’d ever seen.”

I scrunch my face. “Why didn’t you punch her, Kole?”

“I was too shocked to do anything but stand there. I was covered in blood, Nolan! I was on the verge of having a meltdown.”

“I punched her,” Kylen says, shrugging. “Girl or not, there are fucking consequences to bullying someone. I don’t give a fucking motherfucking fuck what anyone has to say. If you deserve to be punched in the face, I’m going to punch you in the face.”

I pull them into me for a hug, smiling. I’d definitely forgotten about that incident.

“So, I ask you again, want me to cut her?” Kole asks.

I sigh. “No.”

“Want to make her hurt like you hurt?” Kylen asks, voice quieter than his sister’s.

A bigger person would say no. A better person would simply walk away.

With tears threatening to spill, my chest feeling like it’s literally cracked with something heavy sitting on it, trying to force it open and spill everywhere, and my stomach churning, threatening to be sick… I’m not a bigger person right now.

“Yes,” I whisper, once more gripping my anger in desperation so I don’t have to feel right now. I blink my tears away, making them go back to the depths of my soul and stay there.

“For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction,” Kole says. Our cute little science major. “I don’t believe for a second that you can make her hurt like you do. But I think you can hurt her in other ways.”

“How?” I ask. “For the record, I’m really afraid of the way your mind works.”

Kylen snorts. “You have no idea,” he mutters in agreement.

I can feel Kole’s smile. “She needs humiliation. She needs to feel mortified. You need to cross a line she’d never think you’d cross. Really drive home that vengeance isn’t best served cold but molten hot.”

“Yep, terrifying,” Kylen says.

“You’re being generic. I need a specific action,” I say, grinning at Kylen.

“She has a sister, right?” Kole asks.

“Hannah is seventeen.”

“Oh.” She shakes her head. “No, never mind. Wait—when will she be eighteen?”

“I don’t know, but whatever you’re getting at, no.”

Kole sighs dramatically. “You realize that a single day separating seventeen from eighteen doesn’t flip some magic switch, right? She isn’t fundamentally different. She hasn’t just magically crossed into being an adult. This imaginary age line is imposed by the government. Another stupid social construct that we’re all supposed to fall in line behind.”

“I can’t tell if you want to control the world via science mojo or simply set it on fire,” I say.

“Both. Remember my name, brothers.”

Kylen laughs.

“Oh, her mother! How about her mother?”

“What about her mother?”

Kole pushes herself up on her elbow and looks down at me. “You can fuck her mother. A payback fuck.”

Not going to lie. For just a second, I consider this. How are my seduction skills? I bet I—wait. What the hell am I thinking? “Dude, her parents are married!”

This isn’t news that deters Kole. In fact, I’m disturbed by the amount of glee that fills her face. “You can break up her home.”

“No,” Kylen and I say together.

Kole is giddy at our unison again.

“Whatever you do, don’t take vengeance advice from my twin,” Kylen warns. “That’s a bad idea.”