Chapter 11
Bash
“I am very sorry,” Bash repeated. He’d lost count of how many times he had apologized to Adonis for Cort’s sudden geyser of stomach bile, alcohol, and half-digested bar food. Adonis, to his credit, was being a champ.
“It’s fine,” Adonis repeated. They were back in Bash’s hotel room. Cort, who had started sobbing after throwing up, was asleep in Robbie’s bed.
Together, Bash and Adonis had managed to sneak Cort back into the hotel with no one from Bellford seeing.
Instead of taking Cort back to his room, where they would have to explain things to Cort’s roommate, they brought him to Bash’s.
They’d shoved him in the shower and left the door unlocked, listening carefully to make sure he didn’t fall and injure himself.
Instead of hurting himself, he had seemed happy enough and had badly sung a song from Hamilton. When he had come out of the bathroom, he was naked, and Bash had spun him around and pushed him back into the bathroom.
“Clothes,” he had demanded.
Cort had been giggling when he reappeared and then had collapsed on Robbie’s bed. He was asleep within less than two minutes.
Now, Bash rubbed a hand down his face. “You really didn’t have to come with me. But, thank you for being there.”
Adonis sat on the edge of Bash’s bed. They had put away the tools and toys for sex before leaving to find Cort. He rubbed the drab quilt. “I’m glad I could be there. It was good of you to go get him.”
Bash shrugged. “He needed someone. I’m just surprised he called me.”
Adonis patted the bed next to him. Bash, usually not one to obey, went to sit beside him. His body responded to being so close to Adonis. He thought about how close he had been to eating the figure skater’s ass. How badly he still wanted to do that. And all the other things he still wanted to do.
“Are you going to tell your coach?” Adonis asked, nodding to Cort.
“No,” Bash said. “Everyone makes mistakes their first year. I will talk to Cort tomorrow when he is sober and explain that he fucked up. I’ll tell him that I won’t tell Coach, and I’ll tell him he needs to do better.”
He struggled for a moment to find the right word in English. “Grace, yes? That is what you would call this?”
“Yeah,” Adonis said.
“Good. Grace is what he needs right now, I think. And there will be consequences. I’ll have him do extra drills when we’re back at Bellford. He needs to understand he can’t do stupid shit.”
“Hopefully he’s learned.”
“I’m sorry about your shoes.” Bash liked shoes, and Adonis’s sneakers were expensive.
“That’s okay. They were old, anyway.”
Maybe, but Bash could tell that Adonis took care of his shoes. Now they were ruined and reeked. “What size do you wear?” Bash asked.
“Nine and a half.”
“Too small for my shoes. I would give you a pair to wear back, but…”
“That’s okay.”
Bash gently touched Adonis’s thigh. “I’m sorry sex got interrupted.”
“Trust me. Me, too.”
“Tomorrow night, I think Robbie will spend the night here. Will your roommate be in your room tomorrow?”
“Probably. And tomorrow night I have a late dinner with that Zelinski guy.”
“Damn it. I still want to fuck you.”
Adonis glanced at Cort. “Now?”
“No, not now. Not with that idioot here.”
“At Bellford, then?” Adonis asked.
“Yes,” Bash said. “We can fuck at Bellford, right?
Adonis swallowed. “Yes.”
Bash wanted to push Adonis back on the bed, rip his pants off, and push his dick inside. Cort grunted in his sleep, and Bash counted to five in Dutch. “Then we will fuck at Bellford.”
“Okay. I…I’m still horny.”
“I am, too.” So horny, Adonis probably wouldn’t believe it. He had a plan to jerk off in the bathroom as soon as Adonis left.
“There was another guy I was going to hookup with tonight,” Adonis said. “A friend of mine who’s also here for College Ice. I…but if that would be weird, I don’t…” He trailed off.
“I don’t care if he fucks you,” Bash said with a shrug. “You will still want to fuck at Bellford, yes?”
“Yes, absolutely.”
“Then, there is no problem,” Bash said. “Have fun and be safe.”
“Thank you,” Adonis said with obvious relief.
“You don’t need my permission,” Bash said.
“I know. I just wanted to be respectful.”
Bash smiled. Was there a bit of jealousy that a different guy would get to experience Adonis tonight? Yes, a very small bit. But that would make his own chance to fuck Adonis that much sweeter when he could. The delayed gratification would be rich.
“Do you need any tools or toys?” Bash joked. “I have many condoms, as you see.”
“No,” Adonis said with a laugh. “I’m good.”
“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Adonis.”
“See you tomorrow, Bash.” Adonis stood, then paused. He handed Bash his phone. “Can I have your number?”
Bash typed it in. “There. Text me yours.”
“I will.”
Bash walked Adonis to the door. He wasn’t sure what to do when they said goodbye. He wanted to hug Adonis, but didn’t. Instead, he waited until Adonis had walked a bit down the hall and then shut the door.
He leaned against it, let out a breath, and then went to the bathroom, locking himself inside.
An hour later, Bash was on his bed, in his t-shirt and underwear, working on his reading for one of his classes. Cort still slept in the other bed, occasionally snoring.
Bash’s phone buzzed, an unknown number.
(671) 555-8278: First time I’ve had sex after being vomited on.
Bash grinned and typed a reply:
Bash: Sounds like a boring sex life to me.
Adonis’s reply was quick:
(671) 555-8278: Rude.
Bash: *shrugging emoji*
Bash: Did you have fun?
Adonis: Yes. He’s always great.
Bash: What makes it great?
Adonis: He likes to take control
Adonis: ….I have a video if you want to see.
Bash glanced at Cort. He was still asleep. Bash grabbed his earbuds and popped them in.
Bash: Yes. I want to see.
Seconds later, a video appeared in their texting thread. Bash swallowed. It was shot from a phone, probably Adonis’s. He hit play.
Gasps and moans filled his ears. The video was taken from Adonis’s perspective. Adonis was on his chest, his ass up, and was recording over his shoulder. Behind him was a muscular torso, thrusting aggressively into him. The sound of clapping flesh mixed with Adonis’s grunts.
“Fuck yeah,” the headless torso said, and the torso’s hands gripped Adonis’s waist so that he could pound into him harder.
Bash reached into his pants to stroke his cock. Fuck, Adonis was hot.
“I’m gonna cum,” the torso said, and then pulled out of Adonis. He discarded the condom and then sprayed cum all over Adonis’s back and ass.
The video ended just as Bash came in his underwear.
Fuck.
Adonis: Did you enjoy it?
Bash sent a picture of his cock and his cum-stained underwear.
Adonis: I’ll take that as a yes. Now that’s a throbbing member if I’ve ever seen one.
Bash: What is a “member?”
Adonis: means penis, Bash. What do you say in Dutch?
Bash: We have many words. Piemel, lul, pik
Adonis: those don’t sound sexy at all
Bash: neither does member
Adonis: I was making a joke, Dutchman
Bash: ha. Ha.
Adonis: Good night, Basher
Bash: Are you sleeping in his bed?
Adonis: No, I went back to my room to wash vomit off my shoes.
Bash: I will apologize again
Adonis: No need, Byron snores, so it was a good excuse.
Bash: Good night, Adonis