Chapter 13
Landon
Fuck. Oh, holy fuck.
I shut the bathroom door behind me, the echo of Parker’s moans still ringing in my ear.
I close my eyes, willing my annoying cock to behave.
It’s impossible. I’ve been some level of turned on since I woke up to Parker wrapped around me, their warm body pressed against mine.
Then the kiss. God, that fucking kiss. And now this.
Now Parker’s moaning is reverberating through my skull.
The breathy little noises and the way they arched their back. I can’t. I just can’t.
My dick throbs, spilling sticky pre-cum into my boxers. Pressing a hand over it doesn’t help. My hips jerk forward on their own, seeking friction.
I take a deep breath, trying to get myself together.
Fuck. I can’t.
Lightning quick, I dip my hand into my pants, pulling my aching cock out. God, this is so embarrassing. It pulses against my palm, pre-cum rolling from the tip over my fingers.
There’s a knock on the door that nearly makes me jump out of my skin. “Lan? You okay?”
Of course it would be Parker. Beautiful, bright, adorable Parker with moans that sound like they come right from my deepest fantasies.
“I’m alright,” I choke out.
There’s silence, and just when I think they’ve walked away, they sigh loud enough for me to hear it through the door. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“You didn’t.” I mean, yeah, they did, but not in a bad way. More in an I need them to go away so I can come before my body takes the choice away from me way. “I’m okay.”
“Alright,” they say softly. And then there’s nothing. Just silence.
“God,” I whisper to no one, then I give the head of my cock a squeeze. My knees almost buckle.
I’m nothing but ache. Ache and the feeling of Ben’s tongue on my bottom lip. Ache and the sound of Parker’s moans. Ache and Ben’s hand tangled in my hair. Ache and Parker arching into nothing, voice whiny and breathless.
I stroke myself once. Slowly. Then again.
Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I speed up, my hand flying over my dick, the head slick and flushed with my arousal. I gasp, heat coiling tight in my lower gut. I try to stop, try to control myself, try not to get myself off in Parker’s bathroom, but I can’t hold it back.
Hot cum spills from my cock in thick pulses over my hand and into the sink. I bite down hard on my lower lip in a desperate attempt to keep the raw sounds that want to spill from me in.
When I come down, shame replaces the pleasure. I just jerked off in Parker’s bathroom. Oh my fucking God. How pathetic do you have to be to not be able to keep your shit together through fake sex?
I turn the water on, trying to wash away the evidence, scrubbing the cum off my hand while my dick hangs, soft, out of my pants. Holy shit, I can’t believe I did that.
Tucking my spent dick back into my pants, I take another look around the bathroom to make sure I’ve cleaned up all the evidence, and then I flush the toilet for good measure.
My face is flushed, so I splash a little cold water on my cheeks, then dab them dry with a hand towel Parker has hanging next to the sink.
After a few more seconds, I still feel kind of shaky, but I’ve already been in here long enough, so I shake my hands out and make my way back into the living room.
No sooner do I step into the room than Parker jumps up from the couch. “I really am so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to.”
God, their eyes are so blue and so pretty. Especially right now, a little glassy and a lot bright. “You really didn’t make me uncomfortable.” But you probably would be if you knew what I was doing in your bathroom.
Relief drags Parker’s shoulders down. “Okay. Good.”
“Lan, are you going to practice tonight?” Ben asks, breaking the tension between Parker and me.
I nod. “Yeah.”
He gives me a sheepish smile. “We can go together? We should probably be heading out now if we want to make it in time to change.”
He’s not wrong. Plus, it’s hard telling what all Roger has managed to fuck up in the time I’ve been gone. “Alright.”
Dammit. I don’t want to leave.
Parker hesitates for a second, still standing in front of me, then they dart forward, wrapping their arms around my midsection. “Thank you for coming last night.”
I freeze, but only for a second before I’m pulling them in closer. They feel so good against my body. So fucking right. But… God, so did Ben. Kissing him, his hand holding my jaw, his tongue stroking into my mouth. I don’t know what to do with that. With those two different things.
For a long while, Parker doesn’t let go, and I’m content to stay right where I am. But then Ben clears his throat, and when I find his gaze, he’s smirking, his eyes soft and curious. “I’m feeling a little left out.”
Parker snorts a laugh, pulling out of my embrace. “Aww, you need a hug too?”
Ben nods, his lower lip coming out in a pout. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble.”
The giggle that Parker lets out has my heart skipping a whole-ass beat in my chest. Stepping into Ben’s embrace, Parker hooks their arms around his waist, resting their head over his heart.
“Okay,” they say, stepping back quickly. “Time to go before it gets any more gross and mushy in here.”
I head into Parker’s room to grab my pillow and blanket, and when Ben and I are about to walk out the door, Parker stops us. “Hey, uh—wait.”
Pausing, I turn back, scooting to the side so Ben can as well. Parker looks at the ceiling, seems to argue with themself for a second, and then sighs. “I have an art exhibit in a couple of days. Can you… Well—do you two want to come, maybe?”
I’m nodding before they even finish. “Yeah, I’d love to,” Ben says before I have a chance to.
“Definitely,” I agree.
A bright smile graces Parker’s face. “Okay, awesome. I’ll text the details to the group chat.”
We turn again to leave, and right as we’ve cleared the door, Ben chuckles. “Bye, Cotton Candy.”
“Now, I don’t want any silly shit like we had with Marcus. You work hard; keep your head down. Do your job.”
Coach peers at me from behind his desk.
“Absolutely, sir. I won’t disappoint you.”
“I know you won’t.”
Turns out, you don’t get to be a homophobic piece of shit and keep your place on the team.
Coach stands, holding his hand out across the desk. I reach out to shake it. “Thank you for the opportunity.”
He nods. He’s the no-nonsense type, older, with a beer gut and a balding head, but he’s fair, and though he pushes us hard, he’s also a good guy. Easily one of the best coaches I’ve had. “Work hard for me and do your job. That’s all I ask.”
“Will do, Coach.”
As soon as I leave the office, I pull out my phone to text Ben and Parker.
Me
i’m sorry I’m running late. got called into a meeting with coach after practice and didn’t have time to tell you.
Parker
No worries. See you soon?
Me
on my way now.
I make my way quickly across campus to the art building, and as soon as I step through the doors, I search for Ben and Parker. It doesn’t take long to find them, huddled together in the corner, heads together and deep in conversation.
My heart thumps. They are gorgeous together. I should probably be jealous of that. I’m not. I can’t be. I just want to be involved. I haven’t been able to hang out with either of them since the other night at Parker’s.
Ben had a test he needed to study for, Parker was busting their ass to finish up their paintings—claiming that Ben and I had distracted them too much to get them finished sooner—and I was mostly sticking to my dorm and trying to avoid talking to my mother.
That kiss with Ben made things too real. Too real to deny. I like him. But… Ben was right. I also like Parker. Parker kept sending us memes and funny videos in our group chat, but outside of that, it’s been quiet, so I’m not really sure what to expect as I walk across the room.
Parker sees me first, and their eyes light up. My heart thumps again. They nudge Ben’s chest with the back of their hand, and his eyes light up much the same way when he sees me.
I’m starting to fear for my health with these two.
“Hi,” I say as soon as I’m close enough for them to hear me. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Parker shakes their head. “It’s okay. I’m not sure I could have handled all four of you looking at my paintings all at once.”
I glance around, confused. “All four of us?”
“West and Darcy just left. You just missed them.”
Oh. “Well, that sucks.” I glance around at all the exhibits. “Will you show me yours?”
Parker nods, then swallows hard. “Yeah.”
I’m not used to seeing them like this at all, and something about it has my heart warming. It’s different… them being shy and blushing. Normally they’re so vivacious and full of life. “Are you nervous?” Ben asks softly.
“Yeah, a bit,” Parker whispers.
I smile. “I’ve already seen some of your work, remember?”
Parker blinks at me in confusion for a second, then bursts out laughing, causing several people to turn and look at them. “How did I forget about that?”
“I didn’t,” Ben chimes in. “I remember very well that Landon was looking at me naked.”
My face goes hot so fast it almost makes me pass out. Fuck. I was hoping he didn’t know that. He leans in closer. “It’s okay, Lan. If I could have looked at you, I would have.”
That’s not helping with my blush. Parker huffs. “Okay, well, let’s go look before I lose my nerve.”
Parker takes us to each painting, starting with one labeled Love.
“Wow,” I breathe, leaning closer to inspect it. “This is stunning, Park.”
“Thank you,” Parker says softly. “Earlier… when Darce and West were here, I was telling Ben that I painted it in one sitting.”
“I don’t know much about art, but this is so pretty.”
I drag my eyes from the painting, far more interested in the artist than the art. Parker is staring at it, eyes narrowed in thought, a slightly sad expression on their face.
“You okay, Cotton Candy?” Ben asks, bringing a hand up to brush Parker’s cheek.
They nod, eyes roaming the canvas. “Can I tell you guys something?”