Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Idon’t see him for an entire two days after that. It feels like a week, a month even. I don’t quite know what to do with myself. I’m having a bit of an existential crisis. I’m into this guy. I don’t even like him particularly, but I like what he does to me, how he makes me feel when we’re together.
Okay, maybe I like him a little. Just a minute fraction of a little.
Fuck. It’s hard to be angry with him when he makes me come so hard I nearly pass out. It’s hard to hate someone who’s able to play with my body and make me see stars.
I never wanted to be an astronaut, but it seems I’m on my way to the moon.
Throughout the next two days, I find myself aimlessly walking to classes, eating meals, and working out to expel nerves and excess energy.
I work out so hard that I almost vomit all over the floor.
I also spend far too much time checking my phone.
Paulie keeps giving me knowing looks. I don’t discuss it with him.
I have nothing to say. I don’t understand it myself.
I’m in the gym showers after a brutal workout, letting the hot spray loosen my tense muscles, when he walks in.
Our eyes clash, and I suck in a loud breath. Water slips into my throat, and I choke, causing a few heads to turn my way.
My skin flames as I turn my gaze elsewhere, not wanting to look at him stripping down to nothing and standing directly across from me. He’s doing this on purpose. He wants me to look, to get hard just from the sight of him.
Fucking humiliating is what it would be.
So, I don’t look, just turn around and finish washing quickly.
I can feel his eyes on me, and I quickly grab my towel and wrap it around my waist. When I leave the showers, I slap a few hands and quickly make my way to the far end of the locker room, to the hidden little corner where Colton first kissed me.
I hear his voice chatting happily with a few people, and I quickly drop my towel, reaching for my dick and giving it a stern tug. It does nothing to abate the lust pulsing through me.
It’s been two days, and my body has been deprived.
It wants to come. It wants to find that pure release once more. A release only Colton can give.
“Why you running?” a dark voice says from behind me, and I jump, turning to see Colton leaning against the lockers, his body still dripping wet, his towel hanging loosely around his neck.
“I wasn’t running.”
“You were. Why?”
I huff and grab my clothes, tossing them onto the bench behind me.
“Ah, you’re mad I didn’t call, aren’t you? You are so fucking good, you know that, Witkoff?”
“I don’t give a shit if you call or not.”
He pushes off the lockers and steps toward me, reaching out and dragging a finger up my side. It makes me shiver, makes me bite back a moan.
If I lean into that touch a bit, there’s nothing I can do about it.
My body has gone rogue.
“I just got busy with shit. I haven’t talked to anyone these past two days. It’s not personal.”
It felt personal, but I don’t say that. I just let his hand slide through my hair and tug. His lips move to mine, and I let him kiss me. A drag of his tongue, a snap of his teeth.
“I know you got your ass waxed,” he says softly, reaching around me and dragging a finger up my crack.
“How the hell do you know that?”
“The card was redeemed. They e-mailed me.”
My cheeks burn. “So what?”
“So, that means you want my tongue up that ass.” He punctuates it by pushing against my hole, and I grunt, arching into him. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get inside you. Can’t wait to fuck that tight ass.”
He kisses me once more, and I find myself writhing against him, my hands grabbing onto his wet skin, my hips arching up into his.
“I wanna see. I wanna see that smooth ass.”
“You need to apologize for ignoring me first. I’m not a pushover.”
He gives me a small smirk. “Fine. I’m sorry, baby. I won’t do it again.”
It’s enough for me to let him maneuver me. And he does it easily, bending me over the bench, ass out, my balls swinging between my legs.
I feel him spread me, his eyes hot on my hole, eating it up.
And then he gets on his knees and sticks his face right there, his tongue lapping at me.
I didn’t expect this. Not in the locker room, not when people could meander back here and see.
But that doesn’t stop him. Or me. I just let it happen.
He licks me, his tongue pushing into me just briefly, quick enough that I lose the ability to breathe, and then he pulls away and slaps my ass. Hard.
I can hear the guys mingling in the locker room suddenly freeze, probably unsure of what they heard.
“Mm,” he says, standing up and pulling me into him. His lips hit my ear and he whispers, “We need to be careful. Tonight. Be ready.”
Then he stalks off without a backward glance, and I’m left bent over, breathing like I’ve run ten miles, my cock aching and my mind swirling.
I have no idea what the fuck to think, but I know that I’ll do what he asks.
Tonight I’ll be ready.
I’m not fucking ready. I’m a mess. I’ve showered three times, cleaning my ass each time, my soapy finger sliding in and out of my hole until I was leaning up against the tiled wall and gasping for breath.
Maybe I should let him fuck me. Put me out of my misery.
I sit on my bed, clothed, but my leg bouncing up and down as I try to play it cool. I’m anything but. I’m overheated and anxious. I want to get this over with. I want to get on with it. I want to feel him push his way inside.
I glance at the box he gave me with the plugs and the lube. It’s sitting on my bed, the rainbow flag my mom sent me underneath it.
A bit symbolic if I think about it too hard.
Someone knocks on the door to my room, and I nearly fall trying to answer it. It’s just Paulie, his eyebrows rising as he takes me in.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go out for a bit. Because you’re having someone over, right?” He eyes the box and the flag, and I bang my forehead against the doorframe.
“Yeah. I guess so.”
“Cool. Be safe, man.”
“Yeah.”
He leaves, the door clicking shut behind him, and I knock my head against the wall a few times. Be safe? Dunno if I am, to be honest. I’m fucking around with fire, and I’m gonna get burned. Badly.
I just don’t know how to stop.
My phone beeps, and I stare down at it, a message from my sister asking me what I’ve been doing. I don’t answer right away, or she’ll realize I’m in way over my head.
My phone beeps again, and I see it’s from Colton. He’s sent another car, wants me to get in. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t pack up the flag and the plugs and the lube. And I most certainly shouldn’t buckle myself into the car as the driver meets my stare in the rearview mirror.
“Having a good evening, Mr. Witkoff?” the man asks, and I nod.
I feel like a paid whore on my way to get fucked.
There’s so much truth to that right now, I don’t even know where to begin. Only thing is…I’m not getting paid.
But I am cashing in.
The car pulls up to the frat house, and I walk onto the porch, seeing Ferris outside, crocheting.
“Hey, you’re back.”
I nod, averting my gaze. He has no idea how often I’ve been back. And I refuse to admit it because it’s so embarrassing.
“Um, yeah, I left something upstairs.”
Uh-huh, my dignity. Gotta go grab it.
His eyes flash to mine. “Oh, yeah? Want me to get it?”
I shake my head. “Nah, I gotta do this myself. Thanks, though. Cute little hamster.”
His eyes light up. “Thanks. I can give it to you when I’m done.”
“Yeah, that would be cool.”
“Hey, you know, this is none of my business, what’s up with you and Colton, but know, if you ever want to talk with someone, I have a group chat you could join. It’s a bunch of other queer athletes. It’s called Love the Game.”
“No thanks. Right now, I don’t need another group chat.”
“Got it. But the offer is there if you ever need it.”
“Thanks, man.”
His lips twitch, and he focuses back on his crocheting. I’m left to push the door open and make my way to Colton’s bedroom.
When I step inside, he’s waiting for me near the open window, a cigarette in his hand. When he sees me, his eyes flash, and he blows smoke from the corner of his mouth.
“Took you long enough. Had to have a smoke to calm myself down.”
“I came here when you told me to.”
He stubs the cigarette out and then hops onto the ground, moving toward me, smelling like pine and smoke.
“I’ve been resisting you all fucking day. The way I want you.”
He kisses me roughly, and it has me dropping the items in my hands to the ground. They go with a clatter, but neither of us pays any attention to it. He just slots his leg between mine and drags his thigh up my cock.
I’m instantly hard.
“You clean?”
“Yeah. Showered before I came.”
He grins against my mouth and then rips me out of my clothes. I’m naked in seconds, my body being shoved onto the mattress.
“Don’t think I missed that you brought the plugs. I’m gonna stick one inside of you, Witkoff, and watch as you enjoy it.”
“Fuck off.”
“How about I fuck you instead? Hm?”
He flips me over, and my face is smashed into the mattress as he spreads my cheeks. I let him too. I don’t even fight him. He massages my ass cheeks and groans as he watches my hole flex around nothing but air.
His face presses into my ass, and I feel his tongue slide up and down my crack. My hips buck forward, my fingers fisting the sheets. They smell like him, everything is him.
A desperate, wild sound reverberates inside of me, and I can’t tell whether it’s me or him making that noise, but then he moans, and I know he’s the one making those sounds. He’s feasting on my ass.
“So good,” he murmurs, diving back in and rimming me. It’s a flick of his tongue around my hole before he pushes inside. It hurts, aches, and I do nothing but push back against him, wanting it deeper, wanting more.
He gives it to me, his tongue flicking in and out of me, fucking me.
Oh god, he’s fucking me.