Chapter 7
TOBY
The first thing I see is the giant tattoo—a bird of prey, wings spread wide, swooping in for the kill.
Hawk sits on the edge of the hot tub, and in front of him, a slender figure is bobbing up and down, head buried between his muscular thighs.
“What the fuck?” Cole whispers.
“Is that… Micah?” Omar says.
The four of us stand frozen, towels wrapped around our waists, jaws hanging open as we stare at the scene in front of us.
When the guy lifts his head, we finally see his full face and realize that, yeah, it’s our teammate. The freshman I took under my wing. The one who invited us here.
With a mouthful of throbbing cock.
My stomach does a little flip. An electric current runs through me, a confusing mix of emotions swirling in my head. Surprise. Shock. Jealousy. Arousal.
Is this why he wanted to come here?
When Micah sees us, he lets out a panicked squeak. He scrambles to the far side of the tub, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Oh, hey guys, what’s up? You, uh, made it!” His voice cracks.
Hawk turns his head and looks at us over his shoulder, his hard cock still glistening with Micah’s spit. That same cool confidence is all over his face, a half-smile playing on his lips.
“Well, this is a little awkward. Your friends, I assume, Micah? Oh, hey, Toby.”
“You know this dude, Tobs?” Diesel asks.
“We, uh, talked earlier. At the lockers.”
“That’s right. Nice to see you again, man,” Hawk says. “Although I bet you didn’t expect to see me like this, huh? Sorry about that.”
“You could say that,” I mutter.
“So,” Omar says, clearing his throat, “what exactly is going on here, Micah? Thought we were here as a team, for our little challenge. But I guess I already know who’s gonna win, since you look pretty damn comfortable in this place.”
Micah opens and closes his mouth, his cheeks bright red. He doesn’t seem to know what to say.
Cole frowns. “This is kinda fucked, bro. You knew we were coming here. Did you set us up or something?”
“No!” Micah sputters. “No, it’s not like that! I swear.”
“Then what is it like?”
“I—I…”
Hawk stands beside him, a hand on his shoulder. I can’t look away from his heavy, dripping cock.
“This was my idea. Not his. I saw a sexy twink all alone and offered him a little company. That’s all. He was just minding his own business, waiting for you guys.”
A little company. Is that what they call it here?
Cole folds his arms and glares down at Micah. “So, you’re saying you just happened to end up in a hot tub with a big-ass cock in your mouth? You think it’s funny to drag your teammates to a place like this just so we can watch you blow some dude?”
Micah looks like he wants to disappear. His eyes dart between us, his bottom lip trembling.
I want to step in, but my throat feels thick and my legs are glued to the floor.
What do I even say? How do I defend him without admitting that what I just saw turned me on like crazy? Because under the towel, my cock’s growing at an alarming rate.
Hawk cuts through the silence with that deep voice of his.
“Sorry to say, but you knew what you were in for coming here, right? You can’t be surprised. This is a goddamn bathhouse. What did you think you’d find in Lumen?”
“Not our own teammate with a cock in his mouth,” Cole huffs, pointing at Micah. “We thought he was straight.”
“Well, guess you were wrong. Or maybe he just wants to explore his options. Happens all the time. Sometimes a dude gets curious.”
That comment takes my cock from a half-chub to full mast in two seconds flat, and I quickly adjust myself.
“Yeah, okay, but he could’ve told us.” Cole looks at me. “Right, Toby? Shouldn’t he have told us?”
I look from him to Micah and back again, trying to find words, but my thoughts are scrambled.
Omar steps in before I can say anything. “Chill out, bruh. Let the dude blow whoever he wants. We should probably just go. Clearly, this wasn’t a good idea. No offense, Micah. But it looks like the bet’s off. You can have your fun—we won’t get in your way.”
Diesel, Cole, and Omar start walking back toward the locker rooms, but I linger.
“You coming, Tobs?” Diesel calls.
I look at Hawk and Micah. Hawk’s got that knowing look, like he can read my mind. Micah looks lost, his lips red and swollen, saliva still shining on his chin.
I can’t leave him like that.
“I, uh, think I’ll head to the sauna for a bit,” I say. “We already paid the entry fee. Might as well use the facilities, right?”
Diesel stops, running a hand through his blond hair. “You sure, bro?”
“Yeah, I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
Cole shoots me a glare. “You’re not still trying to win the bet, are you?”
“No, no, just... relaxing. Taking a breather.”
Omar shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
Diesel keeps looking at me, suspiciously, like he knows something’s up. “I don’t feel right leaving you alone here, bro. If you stay, I’ll stay.”
“It’s fine, Diesel. Go ahead. I’ll be alright.”
But Diesel walks back to me, shaking his head. “Nah. You know I got your back, Tobs. Not letting you get in trouble. Not on my watch.”
Fuck. This wasn’t the plan.
I was going to sneak off and explore, maybe have a little fun of my own. But with Diesel glued to me, that’s not happening.
Before I can protest, he slings an arm around my shoulders and steers me away from the hot tub, his voice booming across the room.
“C’mon, Tobs. Let’s check out that sauna.”