6. Six
Six
Tyler
I wipe the sweat from my palms onto my shorts as I enter the locker room. It doesn’t matter what I tell myself about glancing around the room to make my way to my locker. My eyes are on Miller. He undoes the laces on his shoes, then he lifts his head, and our eyes meet. With a grin, he turns around and faces his locker as he strips off his clothes, and I tell myself to look away. Other teammates move around us, shuffling to their lockers and from there to the showers. I follow suit, stripping off my clothes and grabbing what I need.
A hand reaches out from the curtain of a shower, grabbing my wrist and pulling me in. Then I’m standing chest to chest with a naked Miller. “I saw you looking at me,” he says. His hand moves to cup my cheek. “You can do more than look.”
I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. “Miller,” his name escapes my lips with a moan.
“Seth,” he says with a laugh. “Call me Seth.”
His hard dick presses into my thigh as he kisses me again, and that’s when I hear the first beep. The shower scene and Seth’s naked body disappear as the beeping gets louder. I open my eyes, but my cock is still tenting my bed sheets. My erection didn’t fade with the dream.
Fuck.
As if my weird thoughts while I’m awake weren’t bad enough, now I’m having dreams about Miller. I don’t get it. I’ve never wanted to kiss a guy before. Even now the thought seems 98% out of place, but then I think of Miller buck naked and thrusting his hips and dammit , my dick gets harder.
I pull the sheets off, ignoring the situation in my boxers. It’ll go away on its own, eventually. But as I go about my morning routine, grabbing my things and heading for the shower, it doesn’t work quite as planned. The moment I’m standing naked under the warm water, the scene from my dream pops into my head again. It’d be less complicated if I was thinking about the random chick we hooked up with, but no. It’s Miller’s naked, wet, toned body.
My dick twitches back to life with a vengeance. I don’t even try to think of someone else as I wrap my fist around my cock. All that fills my mind is the way Miller’s eyes stared into mine. Like he was fucking me instead of her. That thought, along with the dream of us fooling around in the locker room shower, has me on the edge in record time. It takes mere minutes before I’m painting the tiles with my release.
It doesn’t hit me until after the fact that this is gonna make shit awkward when I see Miller later today at practice. At least I don’t have a tutoring session afterwards. As tempting as it was to ask for a different tutor, working with Miller wasn’t horrible. He actually broke down the material in a way that almost made sense. Or as much sense as possible, given my record with science.
I shake off the thought and attempt to clear my head. There’s still time before I need to head out. The dream woke me earlier than planned, but I need something to take my mind off Miller. Despite the early hour, I’m not the only one awake in the frat house. I’m not sure if the guys playing video games in the lounge area are still awake from last night or early risers like me, but it doesn’t really matter.
A few rounds playing shooter games, and I’m more awake, but my mind is still twisted up with thoughts. I’m not sure what to think about this new situation. Maybe it’s just an awkward result of having a threesome with the guy. Either way, I’ve got other things to focus on and the locker room is only getting closer.
“Hey Avery,” Walsh gives a half wave in my direction when he catches sight of me. He’s standing with another guy that isn’t on the team, and my eyes follow Walsh’s arm down to where he’s holding the guy around his waist. “I’ll see you later,” he says, turning to him. The guy answers by placing his hand on the back of Walsh’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
Before this, I honestly couldn’t have said if Walsh was gay or not. If I’ve seen him with his boyfriend before, I probably wasn’t paying much attention. Now I’m watching with an odd fascination that borders on creepy, trying to decide if it’s just Miller that turns me on, or if I’ve woken up in some alternate reality where I want to bone guys. The kiss doesn’t last long, and by the time they pull away, I’m not any closer to an answer. Watching Walsh make out with a dude doesn’t excite me.
I take my eyes off the couple and head inside the locker room. Inside, guys are in various stages of undress, but still nothing seems out of the ordinary. Between playing soccer and PE, seeing guys in the locker room is nothing new and definitely nothing to get excited about. It’s hard to be turned on when the whole room stinks of body odor. I shake off my thoughts, focusing on changing my clothes.
Miller isn’t around, so I’m not sure if this is something that only happens around him, or if I’m just overthinking everything. I nearly run into him as I leave the locker room. He’s already dressed in his jersey and standing on the field with a soccer ball under his foot. His eyes meet mine and the corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk. A room full of half-naked guys does nothing, but one smirk from Miller has my heart beating faster. I break my gaze first, looking for our coach.
I can’t let myself get distracted.
That’s the message that plays on repeat through my head as I go through the motions. I don’t think I’ve ever hyper-focused on drills so hard in my life. By the time practice finishes, my head is blissfully empty of everything that isn’t soccer. That is, right until I grab my shower kit and step behind the curtain. Miller’s naked body pops into my head, and my dick springs to life. No matter what happened in my dream, I need to convince my body that now isn’t the time and place. I’m not about to jerk off in a locker room shower, surrounded by my teammates. Even if there’s one teammate in particular, probably only a few feet away from me, as bare-assed as I am. Why is that thought only making me harder? Fuck Ty, focus.
I push my mind back into soccer drills, detailing plays in my head. Eventually my dick goes down, but I know it’s not going to go away that easily. Whatever attraction I’m feeling towards Miller is here to stay.
It takes me mere minutes to rush through my shower and redress into jeans and a T-shirt. A hand lands on my shoulder as I’m leaving the locker room. I turn to look over my shoulder and almost sigh out of relief when it isn’t Miller. “Hey, some of us are headed to the lounge, you wanna go?” Bennett asks.
“Uh, sure,” I answer.
It takes a few minutes before more guys file out of the locker room. Walsh blows us off, saying he’s got plans, but Koch and Miller are part of the group. I avoid looking at Seth as we walk to the student lounge, but it’s not like it matters. We’re teammates, and now he’s my tutor. I can’t ignore him forever.