11. Mateo
CHAPTER 11
MATEO
I woke up in Zach’s arms and I could feel it pressing into my back. Again.
Memories of last night’s activities resurfaced. I could tell we were both naked under the covers and I was completely sure we had both jacked off in front of each other. Despite Zach’s dick poking dangerously near my hole, I didn’t think it went further than a little manual fun. I’m sure the hangover haze was helping me cope with the realization that my best friend and I just yanked it together, but isn’t that what guys did all over the world?
You show me yours and I’ll show you mine. It was a classic line for a reason.
And maybe I was gay? Last night I did suggest we pretend to be a couple, and I had fun doing so. So what? There didn't have to be a giant cosmic meaning behind two friends enjoying themselves.
I heard my ringtone and slinked out from under the covers to answer it.
“You’re gonna be late for the bus, bro.”
It was Evan.
“Thanks to you, asshat! I’ll be right there. Can you grab my bag? ”
“Already done. Coach is waiting on you.”
“Fuck!”
“Exactly.”
I was gonna get so much shit.
I found a notepad and wrote a quick note to Zach. I’d text him as soon as I could too. I didn’t want things to be awkward between us. I hoped they wouldn’t be anyway.
The chorus of catcalls and whistles that greeted me on the bus made me blush. All Coach said was ‘I hope you wrapped it up, son.’
Ew. I was not about to have any babies any time soon. My babies had gone all over…a towel? The bedspread? I couldn’t remember.
Evan had saved me a seat in the back row. It was just the two of us, with three rows of equipment in front of us to give us privacy. Part of the privileges of being the team’s captains.
“Where’d you go?” he asked.
“I was with Zach. We got drunk.”
“Oh, soooo, no chick?”
I laughed and shook my head.
“Why is that funny?” Evan asked.
I hadn’t meant to laugh. It just happened, but now that he was making me think about it. “I’m not sure. Things are just really comfortable with Zach I guess. I hadn’t even thought to find a chick . How about you? Were all your deepest desires and darkest fantasies fulfilled?”
“Oh fuck, yes.” Evan leaned back, arms behind his head and a smirk on his face.
“You wanna tell me about it?”
“One word, my friend. Threesome.”
I reacted how he would want me to, but my mind immediately imagined having two Zachs in that hotel bed instead of one and where everything would go.
I wasn't that hungover, so my imagination thought of that scenario all on its own, which meant I was gay for my best friend. There was probably a more scientific way to say that – sexuality is a spectrum after all – but I hadn’t had feelings about any other man. Even as close as Evan and I were, I wasn’t attracted to him, even though I could admit he was an attractive guy.
“You got quiet real quick. You okay, Teo?” Evan asked, putting a hand on my knee. It wasn’t lost on me either that I didn’t feel a zing or a throb anywhere when he touched me. He wasn’t Zach.
I made sure no one was nearby, before asking, “You ever do anything with a guy? Like, sexually.”
“Honestly?”
I nodded, noticing he didn’t seem surprised at all.
“Yeah. Quite a bit actually. I consider myself bisexual, but I do more with dudes. Like last night.”
He could tell I was taken aback a little. “Not the answer you expected?”
I smiled. “I’m not sure. I never really thought of you that way.”
“Ouchie. My team husband and everything. I guess it was a sexless marriage. I should’ve seen this coming.”
I punched him in the shoulder before getting lost in thought again.
“Did you find someone special and they have the same parts as you?”
“I’m not in a crisis or anything, but yeah.”
“Look, Mateo – yes, I full-named you – I’m gonna be blunt. Zach’s the one you need to talk to. He’s your best friend, and if you’re starting to develop more than friendship feelings for him, I think you should tell him. It’s not like he’s some rando. You’ve known him your whole life.”
“Fuck, you’re right. How’d you know it was him?”
“Dude. Seriously? You already admitted you ran here straight from his bed, and then dropped the same-sex fun time question. It was easy to put it together.”
“I should text him.”
“Yes, you should. He has no one there to take care of his hungover ass, and you left him. Not a great start, my friend.”
Teo: Sorry I left so quickly, the team bus was leaving.
Teo: I’d much rather have stayed and taken care of you. Bought you pancakes.
Zach: I barely remember anything.
Zach: Were you here last night?
“Jesus, Evan, he doesn’t even remember I was there.”
“Must’ve not been that memorable to him. Poor Teo. Is it that teeny of a weenie?”
“Shut up. You’ve seen it in the locker room.”
“Have I?”
I ignored him and continued to text.
Teo: I was. Slept over and everything. I brought you the booze you enjoyed so much of.
Teo: Do you have a ride back?
Zach: Yeah, Aiden’s here helping me clean up.
Teo: Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was that much of a mess.
Zach: Did you wear my bathrobe?
Zach: Nevermind. Maybe the drive back will jog my memory.
Zach: I’m so thankful I did my work on the drive here. Imma sleep forever.
Zach: See you back at KΩK.
“He doesn’t remember anything.”
“Do you remember?” Evan asked.
I nodded.
“Are you gonna tell him?”
“I…I don't know.”
It had been three days and I hadn’t told Zach anything. He was so normal. Upbeat, polite, and not flirty at all. Not at all what someone who jacked off in front of me three nights ago would behave like. He didn’t even give me a second glance when I stood in nothing but a thong before heading to the game today.
And after we won the second round of playoffs – hosted by UVM in Burlington –- all I got was a congratulatory text.
The massive houseparty Liam put on as part of our win was too big. And Liam’s plan to bring women to the party for the dudes of the house had worked, making it even harder to navigate than usual. I couldn’t even find Zach.
I took two shots and went back to our room. Despite scoring a hat trick and being named player of the game, all I wanted was to have a repeat of what happened after the last playoff game, but Zach was nowhere to be found.
I slammed the door, half-tipsy, half-angry. Kicking off my shoes and pulling off my socks, I headed to my bed, illuminated by my bedside lamp.
I wasn’t sure who put it there, but there it was. Zach’s lube. On my nightstand. If that wasn’t a sign, I don’t know what was.
“ Strip. ”
“Yes, sir.”
According to Zach, it was Jake, but in my head, tonight, it was Zach. Zach was going to tell me what to do .
“ Jeans first .”
I unbuttoned the top, then slowly pulled the zipper down. Pushing from the top, I felt the fabric collapse down each leg. I was already hard, my cock straining against the thong’s flimsy pouch. I had worn a lacey one for luck today, and it had been provided. I didn’t wear it during the game – there’s no way it would keep my junk protected enough – but before and after.
Admittedly, it was exciting, wondering if anyone would notice.
“ Your shirt. ”
As the cool air in the room caressed my bare nipples, goosebumps peppered my upper body and absent-mindedly I flexed, watching myself in the mirror. The weights had been kind to me this year. I wondered for a second if I had locked the door, but realized I didn’t care. I wanted Zach to interrupt me.
I felt something grope my cock through the thin lace and I closed my eyes, imagining Zach were here, fondling me.
“ Show me your cock. ”
I put a finger in the waistband on both sides, and shimmied them down my legs, kicking them off with a flourish. I was now completely naked.
“ Get on all fours. Face the wall. ”
I didn’t want to look behind me. I heard the squirt of the lube and immediately gasped as the cold spread down my crack. I had no idea how this was actually happening, but I wasn’t going to question something I was enjoying so intently.
“ Relax. ”
The cold along my ass crack dissipated as the lube was spread and warmed, a continuous presence smeared it into the area. I twitched as something slender dipped into my hole. I had never played with myself back there before, but according to my leaking cock, I liked it.
“ When the pressure builds, push back into it. ”
I did as commanded. WIth every increase in pressure, I pushed against it and eventually I was rewarded with euphoria every time. It didn’t take long to give up all control. The voice knew what it was doing and ultimate pleasure was the end result.
My first orgasm caught me by surprise. Despite the overwhelming feelings my hole was relaying to my brain, it’s not as if there were the usual loud noises of sex to accompany it. Occasionally, my cock would slap against my stomach, and that, in addition to my moans, were the only sounds in the room.
When the first spurt erupted from my cock, I had to grab the headboard and hold on. As the rest of my orgasm racked my body, I practically lost consciousness. It was as if a steady stream of semen was being milked from me and I had no control over its end. The comforter was plastered with jizz and I didn’t care. The pressure on my ass was unrelenting as well. I had never experienced anything like it, and I wanted more.
I glanced down as the last of my cum dribbled out of the end of my cock and smiled.
“That was amazing.”
“ That was nothing. ”