Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
ZANDER
Most times, I’m nervous before a game, but today, I don’t have that anxious feeling flowing through me. All I feel is exhilaration and excitement to beat this team’s ass.
We’re in Maryland, a few hours from our campus in Virginia. Our opponents from Clear Lake University in Destiny, Maryland are not good. Like at all. The quarterback sucks, their receivers can’t run routes, and their kicker is worse than Justin. They’re 0–5, while we’re 5–0. They’re fucking trash. No need to be nervous.
Besides, I got a text from Kerian that will ensure we win today.
Kerian: I’ll be watching your game tonight, Dimples. Don’t fuck up.
Me: If we win do I get a reward
Kerian: What are you, a fucking puppy?
I barked a laugh at that message. Russ shot me a weird look from across the aisle of the bus we were on.
Me: No but I need some incentive
Me: Please?
I knew Kerian liked it when I begged. When he had me on my back with my legs spread so he could suck me off, he told me as much. His pupils blew wide and that smug smile tipped up his lips when the word left my mouth. I had to arrange my cock in my sweats as I think about it. It’s been the object of my jerk-off sessions.
Kerian: Win this game for me and I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll beg for more.
“Fuck,” I murmured, setting my phone down and leaning back against the seat. I knew he’d say something like that, but seeing it and imagining his mouth forming those words? Holy fucking fuck.
Me: Oh really
I add an emoji with the tongue sticking out.
Kerian: Head in the game, Braithe. Win for me, yeah?
Kerian: Good luck.
Him wishing me luck could have just been him wanting to get some ass, but my mind stays stuck on the sentiment. It was… sweet.
I’m in deep with Kerian and I know it. But it’s so much easier than pretending I’m not intrigued by him. There’s something about him that draws me in. Or maybe I’m just a fool. Who knows which one is accurate?
Over the past few days, Kerian and I have been texting more and more. He mostly gives me shit about texting him good morning and asking how he slept, but I don’t pay it any mind. I told him that’s how I am and I won’t stop. He gave me more shit, but didn’t ask me to stop again. I think he secretly likes it.
Surprisingly, I’ve enjoyed talking to Kerian. He doesn’t give me much, but a few words here or there throughout the day make me glow.
Now we’re lined up on the sidelines, waiting for the game to start, and my mind is firmly on winning this game so Kerian can give me my reward. Fuck, thinking about having him inside me again has me ready to rush on every play, just so I know we get the touchdown. I want to leave nothing to chance. But I know I can’t do that if I don’t want to hear shit from Coach about playing other people’s positions.
“Head in the game?” Russ asks from beside me.
“You know it.”
From behind me, I hear, “Bet you wish Megan’s head was still in your lap after a game. Whoops, she’s in mine.” Justin laughs obnoxiously from behind me, slapping hands with someone I can’t see. I just flip him the bird without turning around, not giving him any words. The last person on my mind is Megan.
Our team loses the coin toss, so we’re on defense first, giving me an opportunity to get a good look at their offense. That doesn’t last long. Almost immediately, the quarterback is sacked and fumbles the ball. Russ recovers it and runs thirty yards for a touchdown. Moone and the special teams take the field and he makes the field goal for the extra point.
Up 7–0.
When the offensive line goes out to the field, I make it a point to find a camera to wave at. Since we have a perfect record, our games are televised. I have a feeling that little wave will make it to Kerian.
I wipe my hands on the towel hanging from the front of my pants, then line up behind Chuck. “Ace eighty-eight,” I call, glancing left and right down my line. “Ace eighty-eight. Hut!”
Chuck snaps the ball and I drop back a few steps. I cock my arm as if to throw, then pitch it to my running back, Barret Oakley. He takes off up the center, where most of the defensive line from the opposing team is. But Oakley fucking bulldozes through them, dropping his shoulder and protecting the ball as he puts on speed and heads towards the end zone.
A groan goes up in the crowd when Oakley gets the touchdown. We cheer, many on my line slapping my helmet before we run to the end zone and jump on Oakley for a good play. Of course Moone gets the extra point.
14–0.
The game goes pretty much like that, ending in a blowout score of 49–3. We’re all floating when we get to the locker room, cheering and snapping towels at each other.
“Yall wanna go get a drink? It’s on me,” Oakley says. He had his career best for rushing yards this game at one hundred and eight. I’m sure he’s flying higher than us all. “Come on, Braithe. You’ve earned a drink tonight.”
Any other night I’d be down, but I really want to go back to the room and text Kerian to ask if he watched the game. I’ve been looking forward to talking to him since we got off the bus.
“Not tonight. I wanna?—”
“He’s going to go cry in his pillow because his girl is hopping on my dick now,” Justin says, posting against the locker where he stashed his clothes. “How does it feel that your dick game is so weak that your girl came after me?”
The locker room goes silent as everyone looks at me.
It’s no secret about Justin and Megan. After the game and the party Russ told me about, they’ve been making a big deal about being seen together, kissing and touching obnoxiously. If I didn’t have Kerian, it would piss me off that they’re trying to annoy me. But now, I couldn’t give a fuck less.
Grinning at him, I shake my head. “You’re kinda obsessed with me, bro. You wanna hop on my dick?”
“The fuck you say, fa?—”
I push off the locker to throttle Justin, but before I get close to him, Russ stands up and pushes Justin so hard he flies back into his locker. “I fucking dare you to finish that fucking word.”
I grab Russ by the shoulder, pulling him back. “He’s not worth it, man. Let’s go. We can shower back in our room.”
“Nah, fuck him,” Russ says, breathing heavily as he looks down at a struggling Justin. No one helps him up because no one agrees with that shit. We’ve had openly gay players on our team in years past and no one gave them shit. To know that Justin was going to use that disgusting word because he couldn’t rattle me pisses me off. “I’m going to shower. He ain’t gonna run me out of a locker room when he doesn’t even need to be in here. If you don’t play, you shouldn’t need to shower.”
Justin’s face reddens as people start to laugh and agree with Russ. Unlike most of us, Justin didn’t touch the field at all tonight. Usually during the second half, if we were up by at least thirty points, Coach would take out the starters. For some reason, he let us have our fun tonight.
Anger clouding his expression, Justin turns away from us, slamming his gear into the locker. Russ turns around and gathers his things, sauntering into the shower like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
I realize when I’m wrapping my towel around my waist that Russ told me his brother is gay. That word probably triggers him because of his twin. Ugh, I wish people would cut the shit and let people live their lives without calling them slurs.
“You good?” I ask him when we’re on the bus. He hasn’t said much since he put Justin on his ass.
He nods, pulling out his headphones and stuffing them in his ears. “Yeah. Just… yeah, I’m good, man.”
Ever since we got close, Russ and I have shared a room during away games. Usually offense and defense players room separately, but we do what we want. Coach tried to stop us because of his superstitious bullshit, but when we won a game after we roomed together, he allowed it.
When we get to our room, Russ puts on his pajamas and climbs into his bed, his headphones still in his ears.
I’m bothered by what Justin said. He’s such a fucking asshole. Not only is he a shitty teammate who doesn’t respect the bro code, he’s a fucking homophobe. I can’t wait to graduate and get as far away from that bitch as I can.
After I change into a pair of loose flannel pants, I climb between the sheets and plug in my phone. I check to see if I have messages, and see one from Kerian. An involuntary grin crosses my face. All thoughts about Justin cease as I focus on the few words on my screen from Kerian.
Kerian: Good game, Dimples.
I can almost picture the sarcastic way he says that. A shiver climbs up my spine as I open the text thread.
Me: Thanks. did you catch my wave
Kerian: I knew you’d be thinking about me. Can’t think of anything else, I bet.
Rolling my eyes, I turn on my side and get more comfortable.
Me: I can. just choose not to. wut r u doin
Kerian: Looking at my bed, remembering how I had you moaning my name.
My blood heats as I think back to our night together. Kerian was in total command of my body. The pain isn’t even a blip on my radar as I remember what he did to me and how he made me feel.
Me: Yeah? U liked that?
Kerian: Want to make you do it again.
Me: What else you want me 2 do
Kerian: I want to feel those nails scratching my back as I dick you. I want to leave more marks on you.
I slide my hand under my blanket, gripping my hard cock at the base.
Me: I like how it feels when u suck ur marks n2 me
Me: Fuck I’m hard
Kerian: I can’t wait to get you under me again. I want to suck your nipples into my mouth while I jerk you slowly. Not enough to get you off. But enough to get you close.
“Fuck,” I murmur. My dick leaks with precum, sliding down my shaft. I check to see whether Russ can see me, but he has his back to me, the show he’s watching blaring through his headphones. Even still, I feel dirty with my hand on my dick while he’s so close.
Me: We gotta stop or I’ma want 2 pull my dick out and Russ is n the room
My phone rings in my hand, Kerian’s name popping up on the screen. I fumble it for a second, my heart rate increasing at the thought of seeing his face. When I have a handle on the device, I answer the call quickly.
“Hey,” I say breathlessly.
He’s in bed, leaning back against his pillows with his phone held over his head. His hair is slightly tousled on the right side, like he was lying on that way after his shower and his wet hair dried that way. He looks really fucking good, handsome and unbothered.
“Go to the bathroom,” Kerian demands.
“Huh?”
“The bathroom, Braithe. Now.”
My heart still racing and heat spreading down my body, I hurry out of bed, almost tripping in my haste. I ignore the chuckle from Kerian before I shut myself in the bathroom.
Leaning against the closed and locked door, I lift my phone so I can see him. “I’m here,” I say unnecessarily.
“I see.” His eyes flick over me. “Lower the camera. Let me see your body.”
Holding the phone out, I pan the camera down so he can see my bare chest, my pajama pants, and bare feet.
He makes a sound of approval. “You’re still hard. Thinking about my dick?”
“Yes,” I answer quickly. “Should I not have been?”
He doesn’t answer, just sits up with his back to his headboard. “Lick your fingers, Dimples, and touch your nipple.”
“Huh?” I ask, though I heard him just fine. My cock jumps in my pants.
His smile is almost dangerous. “Close your eyes.” I do what he says, though I feel foolish. Now is one of the times I wish we were allowed separate rooms. “Lick your fingers again and tweak those pretty nipples for me.” I raise a shaky hand to my mouth and lick my fingers, bringing them down to my left nipple when they’re wet. “Imagine it’s my tongue, lapping at you. Getting it nice and hard for me.”
I shudder as I swirl my finger over the sensitive bud. When Kerian lapped at me, I almost came out of my skin. “Kerian,” I groan, my dick impossibly hard. “Fuck, what else?”
“Set the phone up, Braithe. I want to see every inch of you.”
I hustle to prop the phone up against the sink so most of my body is in the frame.
“Turn around, drag those pants down for me so I can see that sweet ass.” I do what he says and he groans. “I can’t wait to sink into you again. Have your ass strangle my cock.”
His hand disappears below the screen and I growl in frustration that I can’t see more.
“Fuck, you look good,” he says, tone gruff and sex tinged. “Now, why don’t you lean over and spread those cheeks for me so I can see what’s mine.” There’s something about Kerian’s voice that’s almost feral when he says the last word.
“Okay.” I bend at the waist and peer at the phone over my shoulder, seeing my spread ass and tight hole on the small square of the screen. My cheeks heat with embarrassment, but the look on Kerian’s face makes it worth it. “Like this?”
“Yeah, Dimples. Just like that. Look at you, all tight and needy. I bet your ass is aching for me again, isn’t it? I bet you wish I was there right now to bend you over the sink and fuck you so hard your entire team would hear it.”
“No. I can’t be loud,” I say in a whispered tone, looking at the door like I expect Russ to walk through at any moment. “I don’t want?—”
“Don’t lie, Zandy . We both know you want me to make you scream. Go ahead, tell me I’m wrong.” His arm moves slowly, the hand that disappeared under the screen peeking up as he strokes himself slowly. “Look at me and tell me you don’t wish you were on your knees getting my dick wet so I could fuck you raw.”
A small groan drifts from my throat as I watch that hand, peeking up every so often. My cock is hard, twitching in the air. “Maybe.”
“Then prove it.” There’s an almost needy edge to his voice that gets my attention. My hole clenches and precum pebbles at my tip. “Let me see you play with your ass.”
“I don’t have any lube.”
“Conditioner, Dimples. Conditioner, lotion, spit, whatever. I don’t care. If I get myself off before you have your fingers in your ass, fucking yourself the way you want me to fuck you, next time I see you, you’ll regret it.” The threat hangs heavy, but it doesn’t scare me. It makes me want to do something that will make him show me what he means. But my dick is too hard to fuck around. So I palm the complimentary bottle of lotion, slicking my fingers and around my hole.
“What now?” I breathe. My fingers are just against my puckered entrance, the ridged skin sensitive. I want to push in, to fuck myself against my digits hard and fast until I explode, but I won’t do anything until Kerian tells me.
He growls, “You know what I want, Braithe. Push in those fingers. Let me see that sexy fucking hole suck them in.”
Biting my lip and looking at him the whole time, I do what he says and slide my fingers into my hole, first one, then the other. “Oh, fuck.” Sparks of pleasure dance over my skin as my fingers sink deeper and deeper inside. “God, Slade,” I murmur. My eyes shut, absorbing the satisfaction two fingers bring me. They’re not Kerian’s dick, but they’ll do.
“Just like that. If I were there, I’d be pegging your prostate until you were whimpering, until your knees were weak and you were panting my name. Come on, Braithe. Say my name.”
“My roommate will hear.”
“I don’t give a fuck . Fuck your fingers and say my name like it’s my dick you’re riding.”
His words are doing my head in. I can barely think when he tells me to do anything in that tone.
“Kerian,” I moan, rotating my hips down on my fingers. “Oh fuck, Kerian.” My cock throbs. “Can I touch my dick? Please? I need it.”
“You want it bad, don’t you? Look at me.” I peel my eyes open to look over my shoulder at him. A string of spit leaks from Kerian’s mouth and lands on his cockhead. I groan as I realize he lowered his camera so I can see how he’s jerking his dick. “Touch yourself. Wrap your other hand around your dick.” Without hesitation, I take myself in hand, tugging furiously so I can come. God, I want to come so badly it hurts. “Slow down, Dimples.”
I growl in frustration, but do what he says, jerking myself in time with how he is, tunneling my fingers into my hole slowly. Soft whining noises leave my mouth as I pant. Kerian’s eyes light up with mischief as he sees my distress, but does nothing to make it better. Fuck, he’s an asshole. “Please, Slade. Kerian… I need to come.”
“Stay with me, Braithe. Right here. Crook those fingers in that hole. Rub against your prostate for me, Dimples.” A loud moan leaves my lips as I find that special spot inside me, sliding the tips of my fingers over it.“With me.”
He makes me tease myself, whispering encouragements and taunts. I don’t know whether to curse him or beg him. In the end, I settle on begging. My orgasm is building just below the surface, begging for release.
“Please, Kerian. God, please .”
Kerian puts me out of my misery, speeding up the motion of his hand. “Get yourself off, Braithe. Let me watch you make yourself come.” The sound of my jerking and the sexy fucking groans coming from an unhinged Kerian burrow into my ears. I can’t keep my eyes open, so I close them, replaying how fucking hot Kerian looked as he gave me directions.
“That’s right. I’m fucking close, Dimples. Fuck, I wish I could come inside that tight hole.”
“I want you so bad,” I tell him honestly, fucking back against my fingers as if it were his dick. “Wish you were taking me hard.” Thoughts of Kerian holding my waist as he slams into me from behind, his balls slapping against me has my own sac drawing up close to my body. I jerk myself faster, chasing my release.
“Now,” Kerian says in a low, tight voice filled with lust. “Fuck… scream for me.”
“Kerian,” I keen and explode, my cum soaking my hand and the wall in front of me. My hole contracts around my fingers, dragging out my orgasm longer than any I’ve ever experienced on my own. Kerian curses and groans. I open my eyes in time to see the look of pure fucking bliss cross his face, the most relaxed I’ve ever seen him. I store that for later, not really sure when I’ll see it again.
My chest heaves as I come down from the high of a damn good orgasm. After I clean the wall with toilet paper and use my cloth to wipe my dick, I lazily wash my hands as I stare at Kerian, who is wiping his chest with a tissue.
“Thanks,” I say after I dry my hands. “I needed that.”
Kerian stops wiping and looks up at me with a raised eyebrow. “Why? What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Braithe. You’re not good at it.”
I roll my eyes and pick up my phone, putting my back to the wall. “Just something Justin said today.”
“That douche who’s fucking your girl?”
“ Ex ,” I emphasize. “But yeah, him.” Quickly I go over what happened, not wanting to waste more time on the bullshit so I don’t get pissed all over again. I want to deck Justin for that bullshit, and I never want to fight. Well, unless you count wanting to throttle Kerian sometimes.
His eyebrows dip as I tell him what happened, but other than that, his face is impassive. “He’s a fucking asshole. Anyone else say shit like that?”
“No. No one. A few guys from last year are gay and out. No one cared because who they fuck or don’t fuck ain’t our business. He wanted to get under my skin, and it worked. I was so close to hitting him, but Russ stepped in before I could. I could have ruined everything I’ve worked so hard for because he’s a homophobic ass.”
Saying it aloud to Kerian solidifies how close I was to torching my future. Because once I started hitting Justin, I wouldn’t have stopped. Since that shit with Megan, he’s been taking digs at me. They’ve been mounting higher and higher, so I know it was only a matter of time before I lost my cool.
Kerian’s eyes soften a fraction, though they glint dangerously before he says, “Don’t let him get to you, Dimples. Stay focused on the shit you wanna do. Karma has a way of coming back on bitches like that.”
Sighing, I push my hands through my hair. “You’re right. Look at you, being the voice of reason.”
“Fuck off, Braithe,” he replies, but there is a tilt to his lips that I find endearing. “Tomorrow, make sure you have your ass at my apartment so I can give you the reward I promised you.”
I grin at him and nod. “See you then.”
My smile is wide when I step out of the bathroom, but immediately drops when I see Russ sitting up in bed, staring at me curiously. “Oh. Hey. You okay?”
“Am I okay?” he asks almost incredulously. “I thought I was gonna have to come in there and rescue you with all that loud squealing.”
My cheeks flame as I lie on my bed. “I did not squeal. It was… fuck, I’m so out of my element here.”
“You and Megan didn’t have phone sex?”
“Never.”
“And your new girl likes it?”
I’ve wanted to tell Russ about me and Kerian, but never found a time that was appropriate. Here it is. “New guy .”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Guy? Since when?”
“Last week. Or… at the football game when I kissed Slade.”
I can see the wheels turning in his head and I know the exact moment it clicks. “Wait. You and Slade? Seriously?”
I nod, not dropping my eyes. I don’t want him to think I’m ashamed of being with a dude or it being Kerian. He might be my rival, but he’s also something… more now.
“Wow,” Russ says with a crooked smile. “That’s a development.”
“You’re telling me,” I say with a chuckle. “It wasn’t planned, that’s for sure.”
“One kiss and he has you losing your mind. He must have some skills with his tongue.” He waggles his tongue out at me ridiculously.
I take a pillow from behind my head and throw it at him. “Fuck off.” He catches it and laughs, tossing it back beside me. “He’s… different than I imagined. He’s still an asshole and rude as fuck but… I don’t know. Something about him shifted, if that makes sense. I like him, Russ.”
He nods and lies back on his bed. “I don’t get it, but it’s not for me to understand. As long as he doesn’t fuck you over.”
“For some reason, I don’t think he will.”