Chapter 18 - Connor #2
Dane’s initial reaction, just seconds into the video, is to mutter, “Fucking stalkers,” under his breath. Another few seconds pass before his eyes flicker from the screen to me and he says, “Gotta say, it’s pretty hot.”
“Dane.”
“Sue me.” He shrugs, quirking a slight smirk before turning his gaze back to the screen. He doesn’t look back at me until he’s seen enough of the video and pockets his phone. “I wouldn’t worry about it.”
Taken aback, I reply, “Dane, it’s viral.”
“So are a lot of things.” He clasps my face and kisses the side of my head.
“If Thalia sees that video, we’re fucked.”
“She’s not gonna see it. And you’re breaking up with her anyway, right?”
Seeing the nerves in Dane’s eyes eases some of my own. “Yeah, but I was gonna leave you out of it. If she sees that video, she’ll tell Artie, and then…” I leave the consequences unspoken, not sure myself what all Artie would do if confronted with visual proof of his son’s queerness.
After a brief pause, Dane shakes his head. “She won’t see it. I’m telling you, Connor, videos like that are farts in the wind. The only people who’ll even see it already have their algorithms primed for gay content. And you can barely even tell it’s us.”
“My friend Tommy saw it and thought it was me.”
“Well, your friend Tommy is probably gay.”
“He is gay.”
“See.” Dane tilts my face up and lays his mouth on mine, caressing me with his lips and tongue until my nausea fades into warm tingles.
I hug his waist for balance while we trade small licks and smooches.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Dane murmurs into my mouth. His arms circle my shoulders, one hand rubbing my spine while the other pets the back of my head.
Between his taste and his touch, I’m too enamored to dwell on anything except Dane and the way he makes me feel. All my anxieties convert into longing, and I sneak my hands inside Dane’s shirt to caress his hot skin and lean muscles.
My tongue is still outside my mouth when Dane leans back.
“I have a class,” he says. “Will you be okay?”
“Mhm.”
He kisses my lips, then my cheek, then my ear. “Sleep with me tonight.”
The gentle whoosh of breath in my ear causes my dick to pulse. “I can’t.”
“I wanna cuddle with you. I wanna kiss you, touch you, lick you, suck you, fuck you.” He says all this into my ear while his large hand grazes over my jeans and molds around my bulge. “I want your cock, baby.”
“Dane,” I half-moan, half-chuckle. “We can’t.”
“But you’re so hard.”
And growing harder with each of Dane’s careful squeezes. I glance left and right, but my body has already decided for me. My hips rock against his hand while my hands roam his back unencumbered.
Dane touches his forehead to mine, capturing my gaze. “Are you my puppy?”
I breathe a desperate, “Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I’m your puppy.”
His palm releases me, but only to pluck my fly button open and drag down the zipper. “Does my puppy want his cock sucked?”
Oh my God. “Dane, you—we can’t.”
“Yes, we can. We can do whatever we want.”
Whether or not that’s true is moot when I want something too much to stop it. I look up at the slats in the bleachers, spotting vague outlines of the people still sitting up there. Hot breath and a slick tongue massage my neck while my clothed cock swells under Dane’s groping hand.
“There’s people,” I whisper without conviction, making it oh so easy for Dane to murmur back, “They won’t see us.”
He licks a pathway up my pulse to graze my earlobe with his teeth. “Tell me, puppy. Be a good boy.”
“I want…” I gulp, body trembling. “Fuck, I want my cock sucked.”
Dane latches his mouth onto mine, kissing me into submission while he pushes my pants and underwear down past my ass.
My cock springs out into open air, jutted straight and grazing the sleek material of Dane’s soccer shorts.
Still in his cleats and shin guards, Dane squats down and meets my erection with his mouth, enveloping half of me in one go.
Holy shit.
I trade glances between the people overhead, none the wiser, and the boy bobbing on my dick as rhythmically as I’d jerk off. My hands are behind his head while his are on my ass. A finger teases my asshole.
He spits me out long enough to drool onto his fingers. I feel how wet those fingers are when he brings them back between my ass cheeks. It feels almost like his tongue while his actual tongue laps at the glands below my cockhead.
Dark eyes glimmering up at me, he asks if I’m okay, and I nod.
“Yes?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He refills his mouth with my throbbing dick, deep-throating me until he gags. A thicker finger, maybe a knuckle, grinds against my hole—not firmly enough to breach, but enough that I lose myself in the fantasy.
Trapped between his hand and his mouth, all I can do to mitigate what’s about to happen is bunch my t-shirt up to my waist so that it doesn’t become a casualty to my impending expulsion.
“I’m coming,” I whisper frantically before slapping a hand over my mouth.
Dane doesn’t let up while my cock pulses out a powerful release straight down his throat.
He holds his lips around my shaft and swallows around my crown as small muffled sounds hum from his throat.
I hold all of my sounds in, eyes watering from the effort.
My asshole spasms against his finger. My cock throbs on his tongue.
When I’m spent, Dane stands, and I kiss the flavor of my jizz off his lips.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. “That was amazing.”
He giggles silently, grinning against my mouth. “Glad we could finally take that walk.”
I pull up my pants and underwear, and I button my fly while Dane tugs my zipper up. “When’s your class?”
“Um…” He slips his phone out of his pocket enough to check the time. “Twenty minutes. And I still have to shower.”
I nod, bummed that, with my skill level, it’ll take me too long to suck Dane to completion.
“Don’t worry, okay?” Dane says, kissing my face. “I think the video is hot. You’re hot. We should’ve filmed ourselves having sex. Then you could see how hot you are.”
“I just don’t want anything bad to happen.”
Dane kisses me while adjusting the bulge in his shorts. “Nothing bad will happen as long as you relax and play it cool. Have you ever broken up with someone before?”
Thinking back to how uneventfully my previous relationships met their respective amicable conclusions only intensifies my anxiety. “No, not really. But I promise I'll leave you out of it.”
Dane hugs me to his warm, musky body. “Hey, you wanna come to class with me?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, there’s like a hundred people in that class. No one will notice you’re there, and I can pass you dirty notes to keep myself awake.”
The thought makes me inexplicably giddy. “Okay.”
“Meet me in ten outside the locker rooms.” Dane parts from me after a quick kiss. “Unless you wanna shower with me.”
“I think someone would notice that.”
In the time between Dane fleeing and him emerging from the locker room, changed and squeaky clean, some of my worries rise back to the surface.
I end up downloading TikTok and making an account just to save that video to my phone before reporting it.
Not sure reporting will amount to anything, but at least I can say I tried.
After Dane’s class, we stick around so I can compare the ramen place on his campus to the ramen place on mine. Definitively, anything tastes a lot better when I’m not freaking the hell out about something.
We get back to the house late, when everything’s winding down. The ball of energy Dane is, he asks if I want to go night-swimming. Seeing as how I’m hardly at the level of night-floating, I leave him to it.
Thalia’s in our room, awake in bed with the TV on and her phone in front of her. Stress sets in when she peers up at me from her screen wearing a distasteful expression.
She’s not looking at TikTok, is she?
“Where have you been?” she asks.
“Uh.” I swallow hard and try to act normal while toeing out of my shoes. “With Dane.”
“You were with Dane all night? Doesn’t look like you were training.” She looks me up and down, probably noting my jeans and flannel and that I don’t reek of sweat and grass.
“We were just hanging out.”
“Well, you could’ve given me the heads up you wouldn’t be here. It’s really embarrassing having dinner with Dad and Joselyn and having them ask where you are.”
“I ate dinner with your family all the time without you being there.”
“Oh, so you’re trying to get back at me?”
“No.”
She crawls off our bed, grumbling something under her breath that sounds a lot like I can’t wait for Dane to lose his next match so I can something, something, something.
And while my knee-jerk reaction is to defend him, the memory of him sucking my dick a few hours ago keeps me sheepish.
I shouldn’t have let him do that. He deserves so much better than giving clandestine blowies to a guy who isn’t even man enough to break up with the girlfriend he doesn’t love anymore.
Thalia breezes past me in favor of the bathroom.
“I’ve been thinking—” I start.
“That’s refreshing,” she mutters.
The bathroom door shuts between us, the lock clicking. I finish my thought toward the wall. “That I should move out.”
Thalia doesn’t speak to me the rest of the night, and indecision keeps my own mouth shut.
Not indecision on the conclusion so much as the method of execution.
It’s clear that I have to break up with her—no ifs, ands, or buts—but it will go a lot smoother if I have a plan.
The how and when are essential. Then, of course, there’s what comes after.
Margot said I can stay with her, but eventually I’ll have to get my own place.
I’ll have to ask Mom and Dad for help, and I’ll have to tell them why I need it.
Then there’s Dane… What am I gonna do about Dane?
Lying in cold darkness, Thalia asleep beside me, I can’t stop myself from pulling up that video again.
It wasn’t our first kiss, but it was enchanting all the same. Lover-kisses, because I love him.