11. Eleven
Eleven
Seth
Ty hasn’t said a word to me since Coach handed us the key card to our hotel room. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me, but he’s acting off. His eyes are glued to the floor as I close the door behind us. “You wanna watch something?” I ask, hoping that breaks the ice.
Ty shrugs, taking the bed closest to the door and dropping his bag on top.
I can take a hint. I kick off my shoes and pull back the blankets on the other bed, before sitting with my back against the headboard to get a better view of the TV. Ty is still sorting through his bag as I grab the remote and scroll through the options. I don’t really care what I watch, but I need something to break the silence.
“About the other night,” he mutters it so softly, I’m not sure if I heard him right.
“It’s fine,” I answer automatically. “We were drinking and got carried away. I get it.”
He closes his eyes and licks his bottom lip, nodding slowly. Ty keeps his eyes closed as he kicks off his shoes and undoes his jeans. I tell myself not to look as he kicks those off, but I might take a peek or two. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take anything else off, staying instead in his T-shirt and boxers.
Ty takes a seat on the edge of the bed, facing me, and lifts his leg to rest his ankle on his other knee. I’m doing my best not to watch him like a creep as his hands move to his calf, working out the knots there.
“Can I help?” I offer. I doubt I lasted three seconds of watching him.
Ty’s head whips up from where he’s sitting on the bed. His hands are still massaging the muscle as he bites his lip, thinking over his response.
“Come on, we both know it feels better when someone else does it.” I didn’t realize the innuendo in my words until Ty’s cheeks color.
“Fine,” he mutters. Ty moves to lie down on his stomach, turning his head to the side and watching me as I dig through my bag. “What are you doing?”
“Lotion,” I explain, holding up the bottle. “Less friction.” I need to shut up. Ty is gonna change his mind in a hurry if everything that comes out of my mouth sounds like some indecent offer. Especially after I just went through the effort of assuring him I’m not trying to get in his pants.
I pump the lid, squirting lotion on my hands and rubbing them together. This doesn’t have to be awkward. Just a guy helping a teammate out with sore muscles after a game. Nothing weird here. I dig my thumb into his calf muscle and a groan leaves Ty’s lips. My dick twitches. This isn’t the time to remember the way Ty sounds during sex.
His body relaxes as I move my hands over his legs. I angle my body slightly to keep my groin out of sight. If I ignore the tent in my shorts, maybe it’ll go away. Ty’s calves are looser and without really thinking it through, my hands slide up his thigh. With only his boxers on, the thin fabric isn’t in the way. In fact, it clings to the tight curves of his ass, giving me all kinds of dirty thoughts. Ty sighs, his eyes closing. I can’t keep my eyes off his ass. I’m fighting the urge to move my hands higher up and massage that too, but I’m pretty sure that’s not going to help the situation.
“If you take your shirt off, I can get your back.” Why did I just say that? It’s like I enjoy torturing myself.
A muffled laugh leaves Ty’s lips, but it doesn’t stop him from pushing up his shoulders and stripping his shirt off. When he lies down again, the muscles of his back are on full display, and his boxers have shifted slightly. The waistband is lower than before, showing off a hint of the crease between his ass cheeks. I place my hands on his shoulders. Working my way down toward his butt, like it’s the prize at the end of all this. There’s just one issue with that logic. I absolutely shouldn’t touch Ty’s ass.
My hands are on his lower back when his hips shift. Maybe I’m imagining things. Seeing what I want to see. Then he does it again; Ty grinds his hips into the bed. By the third time it happens, I’m sure he’s just as hard as I am right now.
My hand moves lower, and I’m massaging his ass through his boxers. Ty moans, clenching his eyes shut tighter as he thrusts into the bed. “Fuck,” the cuss word leaves his lips half-muttered under his breath.
My dick throbs. I slide my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, touching Ty’s bare skin. “You want me to stop?” I ask. “Or you want to flip over, and I can help you with that?” Ty freezes. His body tenses under me, and I know I fucked up. I should have kept my mouth shut. I shift my hips, moving so I’m no longer straddling his thighs.
Then he rolls over. Ty looks up at me and licks his lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asks.
Maybe it’s all in my head, and I’m losing it, but if this is a dream, I’ll take it. I lean in, pressing my lips to his, and Ty’s hand goes to the back of my neck, holding me to him. It starts with an innocent brush of our lips before he builds up his courage and licks my lips. I open for him, letting him take charge and next thing I know we’re making out. His tongue eagerly twines with mine, pushing me to kiss him deeper.
Our bodies shift, and I’m straddling him again, our crotches pressed up against each other. This time when he grinds his hips, it pushes his erection against me, and I groan. “Ty.” That’s the only word I get out before he’s kissing me again.
The rub of his dick against my denim clad erection isn’t enough, but I’m not about to pull away to get my jeans off. I don’t want to give Ty long enough to change his mind about whatever it is we’re doing. My hand goes to his hip, pulling him closer to meet the grind of his hips.
Ty moans, and all at once everything stops. I’m watching the way his teeth bite into his lip when I feel it. A distinctive warm wetness.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath.
I’m doing my best not to laugh as I move off him. “It’s all good. It happens to the best of us,” I joke.
His hands cover his face. “Miller, earlier I wasn’t bringing up the kiss because I didn’t like it.”
I can’t help but laugh this time. “Yeah, I kinda guessed, with what just happened. Do you wanna talk about it?”
Ty has his eyes focused on the wet spot on his boxers. “I should, uh, probably clean up. Gimme a minute?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he grabs his bag and heads to the bathroom.
My own dick isn’t sure what’s going on. I’m still hard, and at this point I don’t know if I’m going to get off. It’s not that I expect Ty to do anything about it, but that make-out session and watching him come has left me with a serious problem.
I don’t know if Ty is up to helping me with my situation, but either way, I need some relief. The tight pressure of my jeans is too much right now. I can hear the water running in the bathroom as I undo my jeans and kick them off. From there I make my way to the other bed, not wanting to be in Ty’s space when he comes out again.
His cheeks are flushed when he steps out of the bathroom. “So um, yeah. I think I’m bi, maybe,” Tyler says. His eyes focus on the floor as he walks over to his bed.
“It’s okay if you’re still figuring it out,” I tell him.
“Maybe you could help me figure it out?” He turns around to look at me. His eyes meet mine for a moment before he glances at the semi that’s still pushing out my boxers.
“What do you mean?” I ask. It’s taking all my patience not to do more right now.
Ty takes a step closer to my bed. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but I want to keep doing this. With you. If you want to, I mean.”
“Like a friends-with-benefits type thing?” I clarify.
“Yeah, I get to explore this bi stuff, and you can teach me a few things. We both get off …”
It’s obvious Ty is nervous. I’m blaming it on that when I blurt out an answer. “Sounds fun.” My dick twitches, reminding me that I haven’t gotten off. Maybe that’s why it’s so easy to accept Ty’s offer.