Chapter 26 Griffin
Griffin
Jacob: Would you rather play an entire game butt naked or see Coach getting off with a cheerleader?
I snort so hard that it echoes in my quiet room. The text lights up my phone screen, and before I can even stop myself, I’m grinning like a goddamn idiot.
We’ve been playing this stupid “Would You Rather” game for a few days now. It started after that night at the apartment. Since then, everything between us has felt easier. More natural. Like we finally stopped pretending we didn’t want this.
I think we were both a little unsure at first. A little stuck in our own heads. But being around him is just... good. It feels solid. Comfortable. Like home.
And that’s the weird part. It’s not even about labels. Gay, bi, whatever the fuck else, I haven’t figured that out, and I’m not in a rush to. I just know I want him.
Griffin: Definitely skate naked. God, so gross. I do not want to see his saggy balls.
Jacob: GAG. Thanks for the visual.
Griffin: It was your Would You Rather!!
I laugh again, low in my throat, and lean back against my bed, one arm behind my head. My phone buzzes almost immediately.
Jacob: Whatever.
Jacob: What are you doing?
Griffin: Laying in bed relaxing.
The bubbles pop up and disappear before they come back. I wait, smirking already.
Jacob: What’re you wearing? ;)
I actually bark out a laugh, head tipping back against the headboard. He’s such a ridiculous, flirty little shit. Hot, nerdy, and mine.
Holy fuck. Yeah, he’s mine. I know it’s new. I’m not stupid enough to think I’m ready to come out to the entire world but I know that I would if he wanted that. Honestly there’s just something about him that makes me feel so fucking safe.
Griffin: What would you say if I had nothing on?
I’ve barely hit send before the door slams open with a bang, crashing against the wall loud enough to make me jump.
“Jesus fuck-”
Mack storms in like he owns the place with zero warning and definitely without fucking knocking. My heart lurches in my chest, and for one split second, I thank every god in existence that I’m fully clothed and not naked like I just told Jake.
Because if he’d walked in two minutes later? Yeah. This would be a very different story.
I slap the phone face-down on my chest and glare. “Ever heard of knocking?”
Mack smirks like the smug little shit he is and tosses out, “What? Am I interrupting a self-love session?”
I roll my eyes but can’t stop the small grin tugging at the corner of my mouth. “No, dick.”
He laughs, loud and unbothered, then lumbers across my room like a caveman who owns the place, flopping his oversized ass into my desk chair like it’s a throne. He spins once, then props his feet on the edge of my bed like he belongs here.
“So,” he says, cocking an eyebrow, “just texting your secret boyfriend?”
I roll my eyes again, but this time, I don’t bother with a denial. I just shrug and nod once.
His eyes light up, and he lets out another sharp laugh. “How is our Jacob doing?”
Everything in my body tenses.
It feels like the room hits pause and all the air just disappears. I look at him, wide-eyed, throat tight, every thought in my brain slamming into a wall.
“You…what?”
Mack just grins, like he’s been waiting to drop that grenade all damn day. “Come on, man. I’m not blind.”
I stare, heart pounding like a drum. “How the fuck do you know?”
He shrugs. “You’re not subtle. And neither is he, honestly. I’ve seen the way you look at him. The way he gets weirdly flustered around you. Plus, you practically eye-fucked each other at practice yesterday.”
I blink.
Speechless. I’ve completely lost the ability to speak. Nope, there’s nothing I can say.
He leans back, all casual and chill like he didn’t just rip the rug out from under me. “I figured you two would either start making out or kill each other. Guess we know which one won.”
I stare a second longer, trying to make my brain work again.
“You’re... cool with it?”
Mack scoffs. “Bro, I don’t give a shit who you’re fucking, as long as he’s not a serial killer.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My shoulders sag, and I flop back against the mattress, eyes on the ceiling, heart still hammering like I just ran a mile uphill.
“Jesus.”
Mack chuckles. “You’re lucky he’s hot. You guys would be annoying as hell if you weren’t cute.”
I groan, dragging a hand down my face. “Please never call us cute again.”
“No promises.”
I sit up a little, still trying to catch my breath like Mack just tackled me with words instead of brute strength.
“I mean it, though,” I say, voice low now. “You can’t tell anyone.”
Mack raises an eyebrow at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. “Obviously.”
“No, like, seriously. Not Hughie. Not Terry. Not a single fucking soul. This stays between us.”
He holds up both hands in mock surrender. “Dude, I’m not out here broadcasting your love life. Chill.”
“It’s not a love life,” I snap automatically, even though it kind of is, and we both know it.
Mack just smirks. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
I groan and toss my head back against the wall, just as my phone buzzes beside me.
I glance at it, hoping….okay, knowing who it is.
Jacob’s text notification shows but I don’t take the time to read it. I completely ignore the need inside me to read and reply because Mack is still sitting here, staring at me with that fucking grin on his face.
The unread message stares at me, and my thumb twitches.
Mack, of course, keeps fucking talking. “So what’s the plan? You guys gonna date? Just make out in secret corners like horny teenagers? You guys done the whole-”
“Mack.”
He grins. “What? I’m invested now.”
Before I can threaten to throw him out, my phone starts ringing with a video call.
Mack’s eyes flick to the screen and that smug-ass smile spreads across his face again. “There he is.”
“Bye Mack.”
He stands, slow and dramatic. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”
“Please get out before I strangle you.”
He salutes me. “Enjoy your... call.”
He winks, and then he’s gone, pulling the door shut behind him with a click.
I wait a beat, then take a breath and swipe to answer.
Jacob’s face fills the screen, eyes bright, hair messy, lips already curling into that stupid, perfect grin.
“Hey,” he says, voice low and warm.
“Hey there,” I respond and my lips curl into a big ass cheesy smile before I can stop them.
“What’re you doing?” He asks and I take him in. He’s leaning back in his own bed, the blue comforter clear beneath him, and he’s fucking shirtless. Christ, he’s beautiful.
“Talking to Mack,” I say and his eyes widen so I smirk, “He just left. What’re you doing?”
“Studying for Biomechanics,” he grins at me and it’s seductive as fuck. “Maybe I was hoping for a distraction.”
“What kind of distraction did you have in mind?” I ask, my voice coming out husky as fuck. Across the screen, Jacob's thumb is brushing against his lower lip and it has my cock thickening.
“The kind where you tell me what you're looking at,” Jacob murmurs, his eyes dark and fixed on the camera. “The kind where you tell me what you want me to do while you look.”
“Mmm,” I groan, sitting up straighter to look him over. “I’m looking at the way the light catches the sweat on your skin. I’m thinking about how it would taste.”
A slow, triumphant smile spread across Jacob's face. "Is that right? Tell me more, Griff.”
The air in my room suddenly feels so fucking thick. My dick is so hard in my sweats that they are tented obscenely.
“I’m imagining running my hands down from your shoulders,” I begin, my voice gaining confidence as I paint the picture with words. “Following that trail of dark hair until my fingers find your waistband.”
On screen, Jacob's breath hitched, a sharp intake that was clearly audible through the speaker. The hand not holding the phone slowly glides along his pecks and stops at his nipples. He takes his time running the tip of his index finger over the tightened bud.
“And then?” he prompts, his own hand drifting down to rest just above the waistband of his low-slung sweatpants.
“Then I'd hook my thumbs there,” I continue, the fantasy taking on a life of its own. “I’d pull everything down, slow, just to watch your cock slide free for me.”
A soft groan escapes Jacob, and he lets his head fall back against the wall behind his bed, exposing the long line of his throat.
“God, Griff,” he breathes out. “Don't stop.”
I hum under my breath, “Slide your sweats down for me, baby.”
Jacob smirks at me and scrambles to remove his sweats. When he settles back, his phone tilts down and gives me a view of his hard cock. The head is red and swollen with pre-cum already dribbling out.
“I want to hear you,” I whisper. “I want to know what it sounds like when you touch yourself, thinking of me.”
Jacob's eyes snap open, dark and glittering with a challenge.
“You first,” he counters, his voice rough. “Tell me what you're doing right now.”
The demand has me sliding my hand down and beneath my sweats so I can grip myself.
“I wish it was your hand,” I groan, squeezing the head harder just to stay away from the edge.
Jacob's breath stuttered in response.
“My hand where?” he moans, his own fist moving over his cock slow and leisurely.
“Wrapped around my cock,” I growl out, eyes glued to his moving fist.
“Fuck, Griff,” Jacob rasps. "I would. I'd touch every part of you until you couldn't stand it.”
The image is so vivid my head spins.
“I wouldn’t stop at touching you,” I say, needing to get him going. “I would drag my lips over your chest and down to your hips. I would kiss and suck and bite at your thighs until you trembled and begged for me.”
“Oh fuck, yes please,” Jacob moans.
“Then I would suck you down my fucking throat so hard that you bowed off the bed,” I continue. “You want that, baby?”
Jacob nods jerkily as he continues to stroke himself, faster than before. I can tell he is getting close and I know that the second he starts to come I will be right there with him.
“You know what I want? I want to slide a hand between your cheeks and slide a finger into that tight virgin hole. I want to finger fuck you while I suck the cum right out of you,” I groan. My fist is flying at the fucking thought of it.
“Oh God, yes. I’m going to come,” he admits, his voice breaking slightly.
"Show me.” The two words are a command, stripped of all pretense.
Jacob's gaze is unflinching, his earlier playfulness gone, replaced by a hunger that was almost palpable through the screen. Jacob shifts the angle of his phone, the light catching the new expanse of skin he revealed, his movements fast and jerky. A shaky exhale was his only answer for a moment.
“You see?” he finally manages.
“Yeah,” I breathe out, my own movements becoming more urgent, more visible. “I see everything. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to stroke yourself to the idea of my fingers inside of you.”
A shudder runs through Jacob's frame, visible even on the pixelated screen. A low, guttural sound escaping his throat.
“I’m trying,” he admits, his voice raw. "But my hand isn't as rough as yours.”
I groan so loud I’m sure that Mack is going to storm back in but I couldn’t fucking care less at this point. “Pretend it’s me. Pretend it’s my throat that is strangling that beautiful dick. Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you again. I want more. I want to taste you…kiss you…I want to fuck you.”
That simple confession seems to ignite him. On screen, Jacob is gasping and moaning so loud it goes straight to my fucking balls.
“I’m close,” he warns, the confession torn from him. “Just from your voice. From picturing it."
“Don't you dare stop,” I command. “Show me what happens when you finally let go. I need to hear it.”
“I want you to swallow every bit of me,” Jacob gasps out, the fantasy cresting into something almost painfully real. “You wouldn't waste a drop. You'd look up at me after, and your lips would be slick, and I'd see how much you wanted it.”
“Fuck yes,” I groan out, eyes glued to him as he works himself higher. “Cum down my throat so that you can taste yourself on my lips after. I want my fingers massaging your sweet spot the entire fucking time. You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”
A raw, broken sound tears from Jacob's throat.
“Yes,” he hisses, the word ragged. “God, Griff, please. I want you here. I want you to suck my cock while you get my hole ready. I want your cock so deep inside me that when you cum it fucking paints me.”
The sound of my name on Jacob's lips, twisted with such desperate want, is the final undoing. A sharp needy cry escapes my lips as my cock jerks and throbs, white cum streaming out of me and all over the inside of the sweats.
Jacob’s moans join my own and I watch as he comes with his eyes scrunched up in pleasure, mouth gaping wide open on a near silent scream.
For a long moment, there is only the sound of our harsh breathing in the room through the phones. My limbs feel like fucking jelly and my heart is hammering away in my chest.
On the screen, Jacob's body finally stills, a deep, shuddering sigh escaping him as he slowly opens his eyes. A slow, dazed smile touches his lips.
“Hey,” he says, his voice a wrecked, affectionate rumble.
A low breathless chuckle escapes me and I smirk at him, “Hey yourself.”