Chapter 27
Zac
The week flies by with classes and training, but I have the worst case of blue balls.
Noah and I haven’t been alone since Tuesday night—his house is too risky with Jasper and Dane there, and I can’t touch him in public.
We’ve seen each other at training, had lunch a couple of times with Hannah at the campus coffee shop, and spoken every night on the phone, but I’m so desperate to touch him, it’s messing with my game.
“This is fucking torture,” I grumble into the phone when we talk after a light training session on Friday.
We have an away game against Hightower tomorrow, and it was supposed to be my comeback after illness, but with the mistakes I’ve been making in front of the net, I wouldn’t be surprised if I start on the bench.
“Can’t you come over and put me out of my misery? ”
“No can do,” he says, amusement coating his tone. “Dane overheard Hannah telling Merida she’s going to Sydney this weekend to see her family, so I don’t have a cover story for going out the night before a game.”
I groan. “It won’t take long. Just tell them you’re going to the fucking grocery store for all I care.”
His laughter echoes down the line. “Aw, poor Romeo. Are you feeling a tad horny?”
“A tad? Dude, you’ve been teasing me all week.”
“I’m in the same boat,” he admits huskily. “I want nothing more than to have you fill my mouth.”
Oh, shit. My dick throbs at the thought.
“Maybe I should talk to Coach Johnson and see if I can manipulate the room assignments,” he says.
It’s my turn to chuckle. “Already taken care of.”
“Is that so?”
“I might have told him I’m feeling a little disconnected from my team captain and I think we need the chance to clear the air again.”
He splutters a laugh. “Genius.”
“Maybe so, but I might not get any game time if I don’t get some relief from my boyfriend soon.” His sharp intake of breath makes me smirk—it’s the first time I’ve said the ‘b’ word.
This time Noah groans. “I wish I could, but Dane’s watching TV downstairs. He’ll ask where I’m going.”
“So, tell him you’re going to go blow your goalkeeper so he’s on his game tomorrow,” I joke.
There’s a pause, and I wonder if I went too far. I don’t want him thinking I’m trying to pressure him into telling people about us.
Before I can backtrack, he sighs.
“I can’t come over, but I can help you get some relief.”
“How?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
My phone beeps, and I pull it away from my ear to check it.
Noah’s switched to video call.
Readjusting in bed so I’m sitting up, I accept the call, drinking in his naked chest and smirking face when he appears on screen.
“Hey,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief as they rake over me.
Fuck, this man does things to me with a single heated gaze.
“Hey.”
His tongue swipes over his bottom lip, his teeth tracing the same line. I’m instantly hard. Not that it’s difficult when I’ve been sporting a semi around him all week. I reach down and grip it, giving a couple of languid strokes.
“What’s the plan?” I ask, my voice full of gravel.
His eyes heat. “How much do you wish I were there?”
I angle my phone so he can see where my hand has disappeared beneath my tented shorts.
“Let me see.”
I place my phone on my bed, stripping before picking it up again.
“Fuck,” he draws out with a tortured groan. “I’m mentally cursing Hannah for going away this weekend.”
Him and me both.
“Touch yourself,” he rasps.
I do as I’m told, spitting into my hand before gripping the base of my dick. “You too,” I grunt out, stroking myself. “I need some inspiration.”
He props his phone on his bedside table and pulls out his long, thick, pierced cock. My mouth waters at the sight.
It won’t take much for me to blow, I’m that on edge. A tingling sensation is already beginning in my stomach as I watch him tug on the piercing. God, I wish it was my teeth.
“That’s it, baby,” I say, sweat beading on my temples. “Oh, fuuuck.”
A shiver of pleasure runs down my spine, and I quicken my pace, the sounds of his low moans bringing me closer to the edge.
“I can’t wait to fuck you tomorrow night,” he grits out, chasing his own release. “I want to hear you crying my name as I press into that tight arse.”
I mutter another curse, my movements becoming jerky. “Let’s hope the walls of the motel aren’t paper-thin.”
He snorts a laugh, but it’s followed by a long moan. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
“Me, too.” Pre-cum leaks onto my abs with every upward stroke. “Tell me what else you’re going to do to me.”
“After I’ve made a mess of you, I’m going to take you in the shower and clean you up with my tongue.”
My balls draw up, and I want to squeeze my eyes shut, but I force them to remain locked on his glistening tip as he works himself over. “What else?”
“My man’s getting greedy,” he grunts, and my heart swells at the thought of being Noah’s man. “After blowing your mind with the best rim job you’ve ever had, I might have to shut you up by stuffing your mouth with my cock.”
Jets of cum coat my abs as my orgasm ripples through me with a shuddering force. A muttered curse followed by a loud moan tells me Noah’s hit his peak as well. My eyes fall closed as I stroke myself until I’m completely spent.
When I force them open, Noah’s smirking at me. “Better?”
I shoot him a lazy half smile. “It would be if you were here to clean me up.”
“Get some sleep, Romeo. Tomorrow will come quicker.” He winks, then hangs up.
My grin widens, and I toss my phone onto my bed before cleaning myself. Tomorrow can’t come quick enough.
As predicted, after my terrible form at training, I ride the bench for the first half, but we’re down one-nil and Coach takes me aside before the second half, asking me if my head’s in the game.
I assure him it is, and he puts me in. With a clear head after last night’s phone sex, nothing is getting past me.
We end up winning three-one.
Anticipation thrums through me as I climb onto the bus.
I’m the last one on, and I notice Dane slumped in his seat, ignoring the team’s celebrations.
Admittedly, the goal he let through was an absolute sitter that he should have saved, but shit happens, and we won the game.
Guaranteed none of our teammates are even thinking about it.
Pushing my concerns aside, I see there’s a spare seat next to Noah, but I choose to sit with Blake instead. I don’t think I’ll be able to control my hormones if I can smell Noah’s intoxicating scent, and I’m already dying to kiss him.
We pull up at the motel, and I can’t help but sneak a quick glance at my boyfriend, who winks, and I’m immediately sporting a semi. My pulse kicks into overdrive thinking about spending the night exploring his body.
I grin as I return my attention to Coach Johnson, who’s reading off the room allocations. It promptly drops when he announces I’m rooming with Dane. What the fuck?
It’s on the tip of my tongue to call out and ask him why Blake’s rooming with Noah, but I can’t draw attention to us. I look over my shoulder and see his brow is furrowed.
“I hope you got a good night’s sleep last night,” Blake mutters, nudging my shoulder.
My stomach drops. Not only am I not getting any dick tonight, but I’m also subjected to Dane’s snoring.
“I’ll pay you two hundred dollars if you swap rooms with me,” I offer in a last-ditch attempt to room with my boyfriend.
Blake snorts. “Yeah, right. No chance.”
“Four hundred?” I don’t have that kind of cash, but Noah does.
“You could offer me a thousand, and the answer would still be no.” He claps me on the shoulder. “Good luck, bro.”
My expression must convey my feelings over the roommate assignments, because Coach Johnson pulls me aside when I get off the bus.
“I know you wanted a chance to sort things out with Bentley,” he says quietly, “but the two of you seem to have worked out your differences and are playing like a well-oiled machine. Galdeen’s confidence is shot after conceding today.
I thought you could have a chat with him.
You understand the pressure of being a goalkeeper. ”
“Yeah, sure,” I mutter, knowing I don’t have a choice.
“Good man.” Coach claps me on the shoulder, and I force a smile before grabbing my bag from under the bus.
My mood sours even more when I realise Blake and Noah are in the room next door. He’s so damn close, and that’s all I’m going to think about when I’m staring at the ceiling, kept awake by his housemate’s snoring.
The shower’s running when I enter our room, which surprises me considering everyone showered in the change rooms after the game. I dump my bag at the foot of my bed and pull out my phone to text Noah.
Zac: Why is the world conspiring against us?
Noah: What did Coach say?
Zac: He’s worried about Dane’s confidence and wants me to make sure he’s okay.
Noah: How is he?
Zac: No idea. He’s in the shower.
I wait for Noah’s reply, but it doesn’t come. Releasing a frustrated sigh, I toss my phone onto my bed and run my hands through my hair. I’m on edge after being cockblocked and not knowing when Noah and I will get another chance to be alone.
A knock sounds at the door. I frown, then glance at the bathroom door—Dane’s still in the shower—before strolling over to open it.
Noah’s smirking on the other side, and I move out of the way for him to enter. As soon as the door is closed, and he sees Dane’s not in the room, he crashes his lips to mine, groaning as our tongues meet.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he murmurs between kisses.
“Me, too.”
We lose ourselves in a frenzy of lips, tongue, and teeth, and I shiver when his hands slide under my shirt, his nails scratching over my abs.
“What’s Blake doing?” I ask when I force myself to pull away.
Noah shrugs. “Scrolling on his phone. I said I was coming here to check on Dane.”
“Such a good captain,” I tease.
He smirks. “The best.”
The water in the bathroom turns off, and I lean in for one last taste before pulling away, walking over to my bed, and dropping onto it. Noah follows, taking a seat on the couch by the window, and not a moment too soon.
The bathroom door swings open, and our teammate exits, a towel wrapped around his waist.
His eyes narrow when he spots Noah. “I don’t need an intervention,” he growls, sliding on some underwear and shorts beneath his towel before removing it.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” Noah replies. “I just came to hang out.”
Dane makes a disbelieving noise but doesn’t say anything else as he kicks back on his bed, picking up his phone from the side table.
“Forget about the game,” I say. “We can’t save everything.”
“You did,” he says, voice flat. He doesn’t look up from his phone.
I exchange a glance with Noah. “Everyone has an off game.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he mutters. “You’re back now. I probably won’t get any pitch time for the rest of the season.”
“We’ll keep doing the extra sessions on Wednesdays. Don’t overthink it. I didn’t get much pitch time with Peters between the posts last year. You’ve got three more years to prove yourself.”
My phone buzzes at the same time as Dane’s and Noah’s. I glance at my screen.
Ritter: Celebrations in room 25.
Ritter:
Griffen: BYO glass.
Mathers: YEOW!
Doyle:
Doyle: Be right there.
Logan: On my way.
My gaze lifts to Noah, wondering what our captain thinks of the impromptu party, but he’s watching Dane with a frown.
“We going?” I ask when no one says anything.
“No,” Dane mumbles, while Noah responds with, “Yes.”
“Get up and throw a shirt on,” he tells Dane.
“Not interested,” Dane shoots back.
“Too bad.” Noah walks over to his housemate’s bag, pulls out a t-shirt, and tosses it at him. He crosses his arms over his chest. “Mandatory team-bonding. You don’t have a choice.”
Dane scowls before pulling on his shirt. “You’re a pain in the arse,” he grumbles.
“Say what you want, we don’t leave a teammate behind.”
American Pie is playing when we reach Ritter’s room, but the guys are too loud to hear the movie on the tiny, ancient TV.
The rooms aren’t that big, and it feels even smaller with fifteen men sprawled around every available surface.
Ritter is quick to pour us all a drink as I take a seat on the ground next to Everett, leaning up against Ritter’s bed, and to my surprise, Noah sits next to me.
The heat of his body pressing against mine has me forgetting about Dane’s mood pretty quickly.
My hand rests on the floor between us, and he shocks me further when he places his hand over mine.
With how crowded the room is, no one will notice, but my heart definitely gets the memo.
When he strokes my pinkie with his, the traitorous muscle skips a beat.
I try to concentrate on the conversation, but all I want is to be alone and naked with the man next to me. That feeling only increases the more we drink.
The room gets rowdier and rowdier, with everyone talking over each other. Not one person says anything about the goal Dane conceded, and eventually his mood lifts. It could have something to do with the alcohol, but I think he’s realised there’s no point dwelling on a game when it’s over.
The room slowly begins to empty from ten, but Dane and I don’t leave until closer to midnight.
I wasn’t in any hurry to go to bed when this was my only chance to spend time with Noah.
By the time I use the bathroom and crawl into bed, Dane’s already snoring.
My phone lights up with a notification, and I grin when I read the message on the screen.
Noah: Sit next to me on the bus tomorrow.
Zac: Are we back in primary school?
Noah: I need to feel you pressed against me.
My dick twitches as I imagine a different way we could be pressed together.
Zac: You didn’t get enough torture tonight? I was hard as a rock knowing no one knew what you were doing to me.
Noah:
Zac: You’re killing me with all this edging.
Noah: Think how good it’ll be when I finally fuck you.
And I’m rock hard again.
Zac: Fuck you, Bentley. I’ll sit next to you if you promise to find an excuse to come over when we get home.
Noah: Deal.
Knowing I’m not falling asleep anytime soon with my raging boner, I watch EPL highlights on my phone, cursing the chainsaw noises coming from the bed next to me until my eyelids droop.