Chapter 25
ANTHONY
“Soooo,” Connor says, sliding down the bench to sit next to me. “Whatcha doing?”
I tip my head back and squirt some water from my sports bottle into my mouth. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I ask when I’m done drinking.
“It looks like you’re up to something.” He pokes my cheek. “I know that face. That’s your cloak-and-dagger face.”
“My what?” I take another drink.
“Your cloak-and-dagger face,” he repeats. “You’re hiding something, and I want to know what it is.”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
Hazen drops down on my other side. “He’s getting laid.”
“You think?” Connor gives me a calculating look.
“Yup.” Hazen swipes my bottle out and squirts some water into his mouth. “And I know who with.”
“Ooooooh.” Connor leans past me toward Hazen. “Hit me with the good stuff, bro.”
“West.” Hazen gives me a look that dares me to refute it. “I mean, it was pretty obvious, especially after he asked us to make sure people stopped talking smack about his boy’s junk.”
I grab my bottle back and take another drink.
“You raise a good point,” Connor says and flicks his gaze back to me. “So, are we being all cloak-and-dagger because you don’t want people to know, or because he doesn’t?”
“Him.” I put my bottle down and pull a couple of electrolyte packets out of my bag. “Here.” I pass one to each of the twins.
“Thanks, Captain.” Hazen holds it up in a cheers motion.
“I’m not your captain anymore.” I nod toward the fourth-year who’s our current team captain.
“Garrison only got the C because he threatened to get Coach fired.” Hazen tears his electrolyte packet open and puts the opening to his mouth.
“For what?” Connor asks.
“Rumor has it Coach was getting friendly with Professor Andrews over the summer,” Hazen says after he’s swallowed some of the mix. “And they were dumb enough to do it in one of Garrison’s old man’s hotels, so he got his hands on all the CCTV footage he needed to get the C.”
“Which Professor Andrews?” I ask. As far as I know, there are two professors with that last name, and they’re a married couple.
“Mrs. Professor Andrews.” Hazen sucks back the rest of his mix.
“How come I never hear about the good gossip?” Connor asks. “Sharing is caring, bro.”
Hazen grabs Connor’s electrolyte packet. “Thanks for sharing and caring, bro.”
I dig another packet out of my bag and toss it to Connor.
“But back to you getting some on the regular,” Connor says pointedly. “He doesn’t want people to know you’re bumping uglies?”
I shake my head and rip open my own packet.
“Is it because of the McKenna thing, or is it the you being a dude thing?” he asks.
“Little bit of both.” I bring the packet to my lips and suck the mix down.
It’s thick and warm and tastes like salt and chemicals, but it’s effective. And I’m definitely going to need the electrolytes after scoring two goals in the first period, and we still have two periods to go.
“Really?” Hazen asks. “He’s not cool with people knowing he’s into dudes when his bestie just came out and he seems to have no issues with it.”
“It’s more his family,” I say. “It’s complicated, but he’s not ready to tell them.”
“So is this a thing, or are you just getting your dick wet and having some fun?” Connor asks.
“It’s a thing,” I tell them. “I’m not sure what, exactly, but it’s something.”
“Yeah, kinda figured it was, considering you’re you.” Hazen bumps his arm against mine. “So you like him?”
I nod.
“You don’t just like him, you love him.” Connor claps gleefully. “Oh my god, our little boy is all grown up and falling in love.”
I elbow him in the side. “Could you maybe use your indoor voice so the whole team doesn’t hear my private business?”
“Sorry,” he whispers theatrically and leans closer. “I’m just excited because now you’re officially one of us and you know how fucking annoying it is to catch feelings for someone.”
“I never said I caught feelings.”
“You don’t have to.” Connor pats my head like I’m a toddler. “It’s so obvious, and it’s kind of adorable that you’re fighting it so hard.”
I turn to Hazen. “Can you rein your brother in so I don’t catch a murder charge?”
“Fuck no.” Hazen grins. “I’m so ready to be an only child, it’s not even funny.”
“Where’s Rath?” I ask. “Why aren’t you guys bothering him?”
Hazen points to the far end of the locker room where Rath and the other goalie are in a heated discussion about something. “He’s busy.”
“Okay, boys,” Garrison calls as he waddles into the center of the locker room. “Circle up.”
“Awesome,” Connor deadpans as the three of us stand. “Another rousing pep talk from our captain.”
Connor isn’t wrong. Garrison gives the worst pep talks and motivational speeches I’ve ever heard, but we still have to listen to him and pretend like we’re all pumped up after he’s done droning on about some fable or historic moment he thinks is relevant to the game.
“Before the fall of Rome,” Garrison starts when we’re all gathered around him.
I immediately tune him out and spend the time thinking about what I have planned for West after I get my hat trick tonight.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I check the time. It’s just after one in the morning.
My stomach tightens with excitement, and I’m almost giddy with anticipation as I open my text thread with West and read the last set of messages I sent him.
Mr. X: I know I said our deal was for a hat trick, but I scored an extra goal just for you
Mr. X: these are your instructions
Mr. X: 1- you’re going to go to bed before midnight
Mr. X: 2- when you’re in bed you’re going to use your plug and get yourself nice and prepped for me
Mr. X: you can have some fun while you’re doing it, but no coming
Mr. X: 3- then you’re going to go to sleep wearing only a pair of sleep pants and wait for me to give you a night you’ll never forget
Mr. X: do you understand?
West: yes
Mr. X: see you soon
More excitement curls in my stomach as I exit my texts and open the app so I can get to West’s room without being seen. While it’s loading my route, I tuck a packet of lube, a plain black mask, and my hand restraints in my hoodie pocket.
With everything set and my route ready for me, I go into my closet and pop open the hidden door panel so I can slip into the corridor behind it.
I got my hat trick, plus an extra goal for fun, and now it’s time to claim my reward.
Just like every other night I’ve used the passages, I make it to West’s room with no issues. I take a moment to slip on my mask and pull up my hood, then I slowly push open his closet door.
His room is dark, and the moonlight filtering through his window is just bright enough that I can see the shadowy outlines of his furniture and move around without having to turn on a light.
Moving as silently as possible, I close the door behind me, then carefully make my way across his room and over to his bed.
West told me he’s a deep sleeper once he finally falls asleep, but I don’t want to risk waking him before my plan is fully in motion.
Keeping my attention fixed on the lump in West’s bed, I watch for any signs that he’s aware of me or waking up as I creep closer.
He’s lying on his side with one arm tucked up under his pillow and the other curled up against his chest. The sheets are pooled around his hips, showing me he listened to his instructions.
His back is rising in rhythmic waves, and he doesn’t stir when a board creaks under my foot.
He’s deep asleep.
Perfect.
Keeping quiet, I go around to the far side of his bed so his back is to me, then put my phone on his bedside table and slip out of my shoes.
He’s still when I pull the blankets back, and his breathing stays steady as I carefully lower myself into his bed.
I take my time as I shift closer to him, moving an inch at a time until I’m right behind him. I stop when there’s about six inches of space between us and push the covers down so they’re draped over our thighs.
West lets out a soft sigh and snuggles into his pillow.
I wait until he’s settled, then carefully push the front of my sweats down.
It only takes a few strokes to get fully hard, and I’m just tearing the condom packet open when West makes a soft sound and wiggles in his sleep.
I freeze and hold my breath. He wiggles again and mutters something I can’t make out, then lets out another soft sigh as he settles again.
I wait about thirty seconds, idly stroking my dick as I listen to his breathing to gauge when he’s fully asleep again.
He doesn’t stir when I tear open the lube packet and slick myself up.
Now that I’m ready, I gently pull the back of West’s sleep pants down. This would be easier if at least one of us was naked, but being clothed makes the fantasy seem more real.
When his pants are sitting around his thighs, I gently cup his full ass cheek.
He bumps his ass back against my hand, and I bite back a chuckle when he shifts so he’s more on his stomach and raises his top leg the slightest bit to give me better access.
I glide my hand over the smooth skin of his ass to get him used to my touch, and to test if he’s awake because he’s horribly ticklish and always bursts into a giggle fit when I do this.
His breathing doesn’t even hitch.
Being as careful as possible, I gently spread him open with one hand and shift closer. Once my dick is lined up and brushing his hole, I grip my base and slowly push against him.
“Unggggghhhh,” he moans as I dip inside him, and his moan quickly turns into a garbled groan as I sink about an inch into him.
He jerks awake with a soft cry, and his body locks up tight as he freezes under me.
I use his shock to roll us over so I’m lying over his back and pinning him to the bed with my body.
That seems to knock him back into reality as he starts struggling under me, and I manage to get one hand over his mouth before he can cry out.
“Gotcha,” I rasp in his ear.
He immediately relaxes, and I hook my feet around his legs to keep him fully pinned to the bed.
“Put your hands together,” I say in his ear.