Diff'rent Strokes (revisited, edited and updated)

Double Take

Kayden Oh

When I met Luke, we clicked instantly. He wasn't just a friend; he was like my other half, the one person who could match my vibe without trying too hard. Still, Luke had this way of keeping me on my toes, always making me second-guess myself. But that didn't stop us from being inseparable—at least, at first.

There was this one night during freshman year I'll never forget. I went to the club and left with this girl who was fine as hell. Thick in all the right places, with a smile that could stop traffic. By the time we got back to campus, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Hell, we didn't even make it to my room at first. I had her bent over in the elevator, and when we finally stumbled into my dorm, we went for round two.

That's when it happened. Luke walked in.

There I was, mid-thrust, hand on the back of her neck, sloshing and clapping sounds with each thrust as my balls smacked against her, pushing her head in between the couch cushions tearing that shit up every which way but the right way there in the living room.

I heard the door creak open, but I didn't stop. Nah, I was too far gone, too deep in pussy, caught up in the moment. I glanced over at Luke and the look on his face was priceless—part shock, part disbelief. I thought he was gonna cuss my ass out or something, but he just turned around and slammed the door shut.

At the time, I thought it was hilarious. But after that, things got weird. Luke started pulling back, keeping me at arm's length. I didn't get it. We were boys—why let some awkward moment mess that up?

By the time sophomore year rolled around, I figured it was time to reset. So, when we were signing leases for off-campus apartments, I told him we should room together again. He agreed, but there was still this tension between us, like an invisible wall I couldn't break through.

Then came move-in day.

We were lugging boxes into the new apartment when Luke froze in the middle of the living room. Standing in the doorway was a guy who looked just like him—only cleaner-cut, like someone straight out of an Ivy League brochure.

"Elijah?" Luke said, his voice a mix of shock and confusion.

"What are you doing here?"

The guy grinned, clearly amused by Luke's reaction. "Mom and Dad told me not to spoil the surprise, but I transferred to LIU. Pace was boring as hell, and everyone there was stuck up. I figured I'd be closer to my brother."

Luke's jaw tightened, and for a second, I thought he was pissed. But then this older man walked in—had to be their dad. He was tall, sharp-looking, with an air of authority that filled the room.

"Look out for your brother," their dad said to Luke, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Yes, sir," Luke replied, stiff as a board.

I stood there trying not to laugh. If my dad were still around, maybe I'd sound like that too—like I had something to prove.

Elijah turned to me then, his smile bright and disarming. "I'm Elijah, by the way. Luke's brother."

I shook his hand, matching his grin. "Kayden. And yeah, I figured—you two are damn near identical."

Elijah laughed. "You think so? I'll take it as a compliment. Anyway, I'll be back later with my roommate. I heard there's a party tonight—something about ringing in the first day of school. Gotta make sure I check it out with my brother."

And just like that, Elijah was gone, leaving Luke and me standing there in silence.

"That was unexpected," I said, breaking the tension.

Luke just shrugged, but there was something unreadable in his expression. "Yeah, well... that's Elijah for you."

And that's when James entered the picture.