Chapter 16 #2
“Bennett.” He growls, making me chuckle.
“What?” I nip at his lip. “What do you need?”
“To cum,” he whines. “Let me fucking cum.”
“No one’s stopping you.” I hiss as I start to move my hand faster, my orgasm climbing higher and higher. “Just let go. I’ll catch you, Easton. I’m right here.”
His eyes flick frantically between mine, breathing erratically now, and when I squeeze the tips of our cocks together, hard, his eyes roll back, and he lets go.
Just as I promised, I’m there to catch him. I bury my face into his neck, biting down hard as I cum too.
Our cocks jerk in my hand, hot cum shooting out and coating our shafts, making a beautiful mess between the two of us.
White hot ecstasy floods my veins, sending me to heaven and back.
“So fucking good,” I pant, my body slumping against his.
“I think you broke my balls.” He says through a strangled chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll be cumming again for a while.”
Leaning back, I grin. “I’ll take that as a challenge.”
He smiles back, and for a moment, everything is perfect.
“Is this real?” he asks me, sounding nervous again.
“Yeah, baby.” I smile, kissing him softly. “It’s real.”
“Would you judge me if I said I was fucking terrified?”
“No.” I shake my head, reaching to brush his hair out of his face. “I’d never judge you, Easton. Not for anything.”
“You say that now,” he whispers.
“I mean it.” I grip his chin. “I have one rule. No cheating. Anything else I can handle, I can work with. I’m not asking for everything right here, right now. If you need time, I’ll be waiting. All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you.”
He licks his lips and nods. “I’m yours. But...”
“I hate buts.” I groan, leaning my forehead against his shoulder.
“Even mine?”
My body shakes with laughter. “Never yours.”
“What I was going to say was, but are you okay if we keep this between the two of us for now? I don’t want to hide you. I’m not ashamed of you or of being attracted to men. That was never the issue.”
“It’s your father.” I pull back to look him in his eyes.
“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s only until I’m out of this town, away from him. That's all I ask. Once I make it to the NFL, get that contract, that money, he can’t touch me. I can lock him up if he tries.”
“I can do that.”
“Yeah?” That fucking pure joyful hope in his eyes solidifies my decision.
“Yeah.” I nod, smiling back. “Under one condition.”
His face drops. “What?”
“You have to break up with Taylor. Officially and publicly. To the world, you need to be single. You don’t have to be in a relationship with me, but you can’t be in one with her.”
He sighs, but nods, making me relax a bit.
“Yeah, I can do that. I think it’s what has needed to be done for a long time now.
With us graduating, we can’t keep lying to the world.
We don’t have to come out, but we can’t keep using each other as a shield.
We’re older now. We’re stronger. We will still have each other, but yeah, it’s time. ”
“Thank you,” I tell him. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but–”
“No, it’s not,” he insists. “If I’m going to be yours, I’m only going to be yours. The same goes for you.”
“There’s no one else.” I smile.
“Not even Roland?” He means it as a tease, but I see the insecurity there.
“No.” I shake my head. “I think I was just trying to convince myself there could be something with him because I couldn’t have you.”
“But you have me now.” He growls, kissing me hard.
“I do.” I laugh against his lips. “There’s something I still need to do, though.”
“What?” he asks, shutting the water off.
“I need to let him down.”
“What do you mean?” His brows furrow as we step out. I grab a towel and wrap it around myself, and hand him a clean one.
Not that it will do much. He’s drenched head to toe.
“Well, there was that kiss in front of the whole school,” I say guiltily.
“Don’t remind me.” He growls, and I grin.
“Fuck, it shouldn’t get me this hard to see you jealous.”
“Shut up,” he mutters.
“No, really.” I open the towel, showing him I’m hard and ready to go again.
He groans. “I really don’t have anything left in my balls.”
“Fuck off.” I laugh. “But yeah, I have to talk to him. He asked if we could be something more. And clearly, that's never going to happen. But Roland is a nice guy, a good friend, and I owe him more than a text message. He’s been out with his broken knee, but he’s coming back to school on Wednesday. I’ll talk to him then.”
“No, you don’t,” he grumbles.
“You really are so damn cute.”
“Fuck off.” He flips me off.
“I’d rather fuck you,” I tease, but the way his eyes heat, I don’t think he’d be opposed to it.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask, stepping forward. “Me owning that perfect bubble butt of yours.”
“I do not have a bubble butt,” he scoffs.
“You really do. And I love it.” I wrap my hands around his waist and grab his ass. “And I love you.”
“Is it weird that this isn’t weird?” he asks.
“A little.” I grin. “But I’m glad. It feels right.”
“Like we were meant to be.”
“Yeah.”
“I really am sorry for punching you in the face when you kissed me,” he mumbles, leaning in to steal another kiss. “I was a stupid kid.”
“You were a scared kid. Tell him I forgive him.”
His nostrils flare, and fuck, I feel the emotions, too.
We hold each other's gaze, letting everything in the moment sink in.
“I love you, Bennett,” he whispers. “I’m sorry it took me so long.”
“I’d have waited forever.”
“No, you wouldn’t have.”
“I would. I just didn’t know it until now.”
We kiss again, this time it’s pure, unfiltered love. We both whimper, desperately moving our lips together, until we’re forced to come up for air.
“We should get out of here and get you out of those clothes.”
“Fuck.” He groans, looking down at himself. “Yeah.”
I quickly get dressed, laughing and smiling every time we get caught stealing looks at each other.
This really is a surreal moment. I feel like a giddy kid with his first crush. Even better is that this is my first crush. It’s the experience we never got to have.
When we leave the locker room, I’m surprised to see that my dad, Jax, is still here.
“Dad.” My eyes widen as they flick to Easton.
“Bennett. You’re still here... with Easton?” Dad looks him up and down, taking in his wet clothes, then at my wet hair.”
“Uh, yeah. I came by to talk to Bennett and slipped in the shower,” he quickly blurts out.
The corner of my dad’s lips kick up as he nods. “It ...happens.”
Easton’s face and neck are beet red, and I have a feeling he’s freaking out.
But he doesn't have to worry. If there's anyone in this world who wouldn’t judge, wouldn’t tell a word of his sexuality, it’s my parents.
“Anyway, we gotta go.” I grab Easton’s arm just above his elbow and tug him away. “See you tomorrow at practice.”
We climb into my car, and I grab a blanket from the back seat, then hand it to Easton as he starts to shiver.
“Thanks.”
The drive home is quick. When we get inside, we head straight to our room.
Easton changes out of his clothes and into something dry before sitting on his bed.
“Today has been a crazy day.” He sighs, lying down. He looks over at me with a smile, but it drops when he sees the look I’m giving him. “What’s wrong?”
“What's wrong? Why the hell are you over there?”
“What do you mean?”
Pulling back the blankets, I pat the bed. “We’re not roommates anymore, Easton.”
He tosses his head back and laughs, a pure, joyful chuckle making my heart nearly burst. Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that sound.
“You’re fucking adorable. Looks like someone's an attention whore.” He gets off his bed and crawls into mine.
“Oh, I can be a whore however you want me to be.” I grin.
He smiles, and god that smile is perfect. “Such a dirty boy.” He leans in and cradles the back of my head.
“Only for you,” I whisper before he kisses me.
We cuddle and talk for hours about all the things we used to get up to. I don’t think I’ve laughed and smiled so much in my life. It’s perfect. Everything I could ask for and more.
And then, like a dream turned reality, we fall asleep tangled up in each other's arms.
I can’t help but feel like a shitty person for what I’m about to do. I never promised Roland more than what I could give him. But I do see how with all the time we’ve been spending together and us hooking up, that he might have caught feelings and now wants something more.
When I started seeing him outside of just friendly hangouts, that was what I was hoping for. My intentions were to see if this could lead to something more. I was in it for the long run.
I was just kidding myself, because no matter how sweet Roland is or how good of a boyfriend he could be, he’s not who I want.
“Hey.” Roland smiles when I walk into the coffee shop.
“Hey.” I do my best to give him a smile, but I must not be very good at it, because he can tell right away something's up.
“Let me guess. You’re here to let me down nicely?” He chuckles as I pull the chair out to sit down.
Fuck. Is it that obvious?
“How’s the leg?” I ask, trying to deflect. Coward!
“It’s healing. A bitch. But my parents were helpful for the first bit. Now, stop avoiding the question.” He seems to be in good spirits about it. Maybe he won’t hate me?
I blow out a breath. “Please, don’t hate me.”
He smiles, shaking his head. “I don’t hate you. I kind of assumed with the lack of texting and avoiding me that things between us weren't going to work out.”
“I’m sorry.” My stomach twists. “You’re a good guy, and you deserve someone who will give you the world.”
“But that's not gonna be you?” He nods his head.
“No.” My shoulders slump.
“He’s one lucky man, I hope he knows that.”
“Huh?” My brows furrow.
He gives me a knowing look. “I’m not stupid, Bennett. I know there’s someone else.”
“There’s no one else,” I lie.
“I’m not going to say anything. I just hope he doesn’t hurt you. You know, with the whole girlfriend thing.”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How does he know? I’ve never talked about Easton around him.
“You look like you’re going to shit your pants.
” He grins. “Don’t worry, I said I’m not going to tell anyone.
But dude, neither of you were subtle, and I’m very surprised more people haven’t picked up on it.
There is a fine line between love and hate, and they do call it hate fucking for a reason.
Either way, I care about you. I don’t want to see you get hurt.
I know what Liam did to you, and I don’t want anyone else treating you second best. You also deserve someone who can give you the world. ”
“It’s complicated,” I tell him, not confirming or denying anything. He doesn’t know what's really going on, and he doesn’t need to.
“Isn’t it always?” He sighs. “While we’re being honest, I’m kind of glad you're letting me down.”
“You are?”
“While I was home for break, I started hanging out with someone. He’s been a good friend.
Helped a lot with me getting around. We kind of started becoming friends before that.
I don’t know, it’s still new. But I was starting to feel bad for getting feelings for someone else while we had something going on. ”
“We weren’t official. It’s okay if you ended up liking someone more. I don’t hate you for it.”
“And I don’t hate you for it either.” He grins. “I guess good luck to both of us? We still friends? Because you’re a good guy and I’d hate for things to be weird.”
“Why would they be weird?” I grin, feeling a wave of relief.
“They won’t. Things tend to get weird when one guy sucks another guy's cock, though.” Roland gives me a sly grin as I suck on my own tongue.
“Sometimes you are too brash for your own good.” I shake my head.
“Ah, it’s fun to see people get flustered. It worked with you.”
Rolling my eyes, I chuckle. “So, we’re good?”
“Yeah, we’re good. And thanks for this. Meeting up, you know?
Some people would just want to get it over with and text, skipping out on the awkward conversation.
It shows good character that you did this face-to-face, and I appreciate it.
Just know, I was planning on doing the same thing if things between my friend and me became something more. ”
“Thank you. That means a lot.” Whoever this guy is, I hope he’s able to be something more for Roland and give him something I wasn’t able to. He’s a good guy, he deserves it.
With the weight off my shoulders, I sit and talk with Roland a bit before having to leave. I give him a hug and take off to head down to the bookstore to help Lilly and Mom out.
Since things with Roland are taken care of, I can go into things with Easton with a clearer mind.
Now it’s time for Easton to do the same. I know I want to be with him and that I love him. But I meant what I said. I won’t start anything with him while he’s with Taylor.
They might not actually be dating, but no one but me, Aria, and the two of them know that.
If by chance someone sees me with Easton, I don’t want Easton getting a reputation on top of having to come out as gay. I also don’t want Taylor to be put in that situation either, if someone by chance sees her and Aria together.
This way, things are less messy. Still not clean, but not as bad as it could be.