Frat House Fever

**Chapter 1: Welcome to the Jungle**

David had barely unpacked his last box when the door to his new room in the biggest frat house on campus burst open. The scent of cheap beer and testosterone hit him like a tidal wave. He was a freshman, wide-eyed and scrawny, moving into a spare room at Delta Sigma Rho—not as a brother, but as a tenant. The guys had agreed to let him stay, mostly because they thought it’d be hilarious to have a ‘little bro’ to mess with. And mess with him they did.

'Yo, Davey boy!' bellowed Travis, the unofficial leader of the pack, strutting in shirtless, his chiseled abs glistening with a sheen of sweat from a morning workout. His grin was all teeth and mischief. 'Welcome to the jungle, man. You ready to be one of the boys?'

David adjusted his glasses, trying to play it cool despite the nervous flutter in his chest. 'Uh, sure. I mean, I’m just renting the room, though. I’m not pledging or anything.'

'Pledging or not, you’re in our house now,' chimed in Jake, a broad-shouldered junior with a smirk that could melt steel. He leaned in close, burped loud enough to rattle the walls, and blew the stale, beer-soaked air right into David’s face. 'That’s your welcome kiss, bro. Savor it.'

David coughed, waving a hand in front of his nose, but he couldn’t help the reluctant grin tugging at his lips. 'Gee, thanks. Real romantic, Jake.'

'Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,' Travis laughed, clapping David on the back so hard he nearly stumbled. He lifted an arm, exposing a damp, musky armpit, and shoved it toward David’s face. 'Take a whiff, man. That’s pure Delta Sigma essence. Builds character.'

David recoiled, half-laughing, half-gagging. 'Character? Smells more like a biohazard. You guys ever heard of deodorant?'

'Deodorant’s for pussies,' Jake shot back, flexing his biceps for emphasis. 'Real men stink. You’ll get used to it. Hell, you might even start to like it.'

Before David could retort, another brother, Mikey, sauntered in, scratching his bare chest. Without warning, he turned, dropped his shorts just enough to cup a fart, and wafted it directly at David with a cackle. 'Special delivery, nerd! Breathe deep!'

David sputtered, fanning the air. 'Jesus, Mikey, what did you eat? That’s a war crime!'

The room erupted in laughter, the guys high-fiving like they’d just pulled off the heist of the century. Despite the crude antics, there was a warmth to their teasing. They weren’t malicious—just a pack of overgrown boys who thought bodily functions were the height of comedy. Travis slung an arm around David’s shoulders, steering him toward the common room. 'C’mon, man. Let’s get you a beer. Gotta toughen you up if you’re gonna survive here.'

As they walked, David couldn’t help but notice the raw energy of the house—the way the guys moved with unapologetic confidence, their hard bodies on display like they owned the world. It was overwhelming, but there was something magnetic about it, too. Something that made his pulse quicken in a way he hadn’t expected.

In the common room, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and spilled booze. Jake plopped onto the couch, spreading his legs wide, and patted the spot next to him. 'Sit, Davey. Let’s chat about house rules.' His tone was teasing, but his eyes had a glint of something darker, something hungry.

David hesitated, then sat, hyper-aware of the heat radiating from Jake’s bare thigh inches from his own. 'Rules? Like, don’t touch your protein shakes?'

Jake grinned, leaning in so close David could feel the warmth of his breath. 'Nah, man. Rules like… you gotta keep up with us. We play hard. Real hard.' His voice dropped, laced with suggestion, as his hand brushed David’s knee—just a fleeting touch, but enough to send a jolt straight through him.

David swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. 'I… I can handle hard,' he managed, surprised by the edge in his own voice.

Travis, lounging nearby, caught the exchange and let out a low whistle. 'Damn, Jake, you gonna break the new kid in already? At least buy him dinner first.'

Jake’s laugh was a rumble, his hand lingering now, fingers tracing lazy circles on David’s thigh. 'What do you say, Davey? You up for a real welcome? Something to get that nerdy little heart of yours racing?'

David’s breath hitched, heat pooling low in his gut. The room seemed to shrink, the other guys fading into the background as Jake’s gaze pinned him in place. He knew he should crack a joke, deflect, but the air was charged, electric, and he was already half-lost in it. 'Show me what you’ve got, then,' he said, voice steadier than he felt. 'I’m not scared.'

Jake’s grin turned feral, and in one swift move, he yanked David closer, their bodies nearly flush. 'Oh, you’re gonna regret saying that, bro. Let’s see how long you last.'

The tension snapped like a taut wire, and as Jake’s lips hovered just a breath from his, David felt the world tilt—knowing full well he was about to dive headfirst into something wild, messy, and undeniably hot.