Chapter 15 #2
“And then go back to long distance in the fall again.” He pauses and takes a breath. “Connor, believe me when I tell you it’s tempting. But it isn’t enough. And it would be impossible for us to do. How would we handle playing against each other?”
“How will we handle it, anyway?” I ask as I lose the battle with the tears that have been collecting. I hastily wipe the underside of my eyes with the backs of my hands. “Do you think it matters if we’re broken up or not?”
He lets out a sad, watery laugh, then sniffs. “Probably not.”
“Then we owe it to ourselves to try.” I turn myself and climb over his legs to sit on his lap. I grab both sides of his face and take advantage of the fact that in this position, I can look down at him. “Promise you won’t just walk away from us. Tell me you’ll try. We can make it work.”
He smiles at me, and I can feel my cheeks begin to burn. He touches my skin. His thumb runs across my cheekbone, then he uses the knuckle of his finger to swipe under my eyes for me. “We can try,” he says and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me to him and kisses me.
I’m smiling when we break apart, but I still don’t feel settled.
He’s not wrong. Things are going to get a lot harder on us back in the real world.
There’s distance, and road trips, and team drama, and the playoffs.
There’s still my father, and the fallout of Gavin being outed, alone and by himself.
It’s as if he’s read my mind. “Promise me something,” he says.
“Anything.”
“Don’t come out. At least not right away. Let’s keep this between us until the end of the season. Give us a chance to make it work before the press gets a hold of it.”
I nod my head in understanding. I don’t like it, but he’s right.
If I came out as the mystery man in question, we’d be putting the nail in our own coffin.
The press would feast on it and the stress of it, along with playing under an extra microscope, would doom us before we could get a proper start.
No matter how well we played, no matter even if we bring home the gold, this would be the only story anyone would care about.
There would be no easy adjustment period for us to find our way.
And that’s not even including the shitstorm we’d have to deal with when it comes to my father.
My eyes sting again with my frustration. He runs his knuckle a second time across the soft skin underneath my eyes. “It doesn’t have to be forever,” he says. “We can make a plan for you to come out as my boyfriend when you’re ready.”
Hearing him call me his boyfriend brings a shy smile immediately to my face.
He brushes my cheek with his finger. “Adorable,” he says, smiling as shyly as I am. “You know I can’t resist it when you blush.”
I roll my eyes at him. “You don’t play fair.”
“How do I not play fair?”
“You knew what was going to happen the minute you called me your boyfriend.”
Gavin
“Maybe.” I shrug and give him a guilty smirk. “And I’ll do it again.”
I pull him towards me for another kiss. This time, I take it slow and long, savoring the taste of the forbidden fruit that is him.
This is a terrible idea. I should have said no.
But I couldn’t. Not with the way he was looking at me with so much hope and fire in his eyes.
I melted. Just like he’s melting into this kiss.
He feels boneless in my arms and suddenly all I want is to fill him up and make him whole again.
With one hand wrapped around his back, I use my other for leverage and pull us up off the floor.
I place him down on the bed, bringing his head to rest on the pillows, and lay myself down on top of him.
I find the one part of him that is hard.
His dick. I rut mine against his and try not to get frustrated by the layers of clothes between us, keeping my skin from his.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” I ask him.
“I’m not perfect,” he says.
“You are,” I reiterate, then dip down to feast on his neck. He’d have to be in order for me to risk it all. I’ve looked this through. This doesn’t end well for either of us. Heartbreak would be the easy way out.
“We can make this work,” Connor says. “I want to do this for us.”
He places his hand on my shoulder and pushes me away from him, then uses that leverage to flip us over. To be fair, I went willingly instead of using my extra strength to keep him pinned underneath me.
“I want to do this for you,” he says and begins to slide down my body. When he reaches the buckle on my belt, he unhooks it then undoes the button of my pants.
I lift an eyebrow up at him. “Are we still talking about giving this relationship a shot?”
“Yes.” He continues to work towards pulling my cock out of its confines.
I give him some mercy and lift my hips making the task easier for him so he can slide my pants off. When my erection is free, he’s quick to wrap his hand around it before he dips his head down and licks the head.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Had I known this was what calling you my boyfriend would do, I’d have said it back in Las Vegas.”
His skin flushes and he looks up at me while my cock is still in his mouth. My breath hitches. The power he has over me right now while also looking so vulnerable needs to be studied. It’s almost too much to bear.
I reach for his face with my hand and slide my thumb over his skin. I can feel my rigid dick below the surface of the flesh of his cheek.
“You’re so good,” I say when I get my breath back. “Too good.”
I slide my hand into his hair and thread my fingers through the silky strands while he goes back to working my cock with his hand and his mouth.
I’ve always been someone who has control over my body, but right now, if he keeps this up, I’m going to blow before I’m ready.
Before I’ve had the opportunity to return the favor.
“Take off your clothes,” I command.
He pulls his lips off my dick but keep stroking me with his hand. “No. This is for you.”
I laugh as a wave of pleasure surges through me. “If this was really for me, you’d take your pants off and come up here to straddle my face.”
His eyes go wide like this is an option he hadn’t thought of. With his free hand, he clumsily works on getting himself free from his own pants.
When his dick is free, my mouth waters. That right there.
That’s what I want. I beckon him to me and help him position himself so that his legs are on either side of my head and his erection is hovering over my mouth.
I lick the head, pulling the collected drop of pre-cum from the slit onto my tongue.
Connor gasps. “That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?” I ask, then lick the head again.
“I wanted to do this for you. Let you know that we’re in this together.”
“Do you think I don’t know that?”
He’s crazy if he thinks I don’t. I can tell by the way he’s been looking at me since the moment I came out of Coach Chris’s office that he’s in this with me. All it would take is for me to give him the nod and he’d jump right into the fire his father set ablaze.
But I don’t want him to do that. I want him to protect himself. It’s not too late for him; he doesn’t need to jump into this mess with me. Not publicly, at least.
“Connor.” I place my hands on his waist and use them to gently bend him forward so his lips hover over my rock-hard dick. He grabs a hold of it again and begins to stroke it. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”
I slide my hands back down his body and place them on his hips, then use my strength to press his body down, placing his cock into my waiting open mouth.
I engulf him completely, taking a deep breath of the soft hair of his inner thighs.
With my hands I hold him there, swirling my tongue around his hard length.
He finally takes my cock back into his mouth. This time I can’t control myself. My hips begin to buck. The slide of his hand around my shaft and the warm wet heat of his mouth is criminally good. Nothing should ever feel this indulgent.
I release his dick from my mouth to moan out praise. “Fuck, Connor. You’re so good at this. Just like that.”
He hums, sending vibrations around my dick.
I buck harder and faster, chasing my orgasm.
I’m close. But I need to get him to his climax first. So I slide his dick back into my mouth and go to work.
With each swirl of my tongue over the head of his dick, he moans.
And finally, his hips begin to move as well, grinding himself on my face.
With one of my hands, I encourage him to move faster.
He obeys and begins to let himself go. It doesn’t take long before the saltiness of more of his pre-cum coats my tongue, then just as soon as I’ve swallowed that down, he’s flooding my mouth with his release.
Hot, thick, and delicious. My skin heats as I swallow it all, then as soon as it’s all gone, I cry out around his softening dick and shoot my load into his eager mouth.
Connor
All I can think as I swallow is that that was hot as hell. I’m starting to understand why he’s always so obsessed with licking me clean.
He grabs my hips and flips me over onto my back then positions himself to hover over me. From this position I get to watch the remnants of his lust wear off in his post-orgasmic haze. It’s replaced immediately by deep affection that has blown his eyes wide and heavy.
“What have you done to me?” he asks then kisses me deeply. I feel a thrill course through me at the idea of the small remaining traces of each other’s releases mingling together across our tongues.
“What have I done to you?” I ask. “What have you done to me? I’m ruined.”
“No,” he says with an echo of sternness in his voice. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I smile and look into his eyes again, expecting to see his happiness reflected. Instead, I see sadness. I reach up and place my palm against his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into my touch. When he opens his eyes again, that sadness is gone, and he’s lazily smiling down at me.
Somewhere on the bed beside us, his phone chimes. Blindly, he reaches for it, finding it near my knees.
“Probably the pizza guy,” he says once he grabs it. He gives me one more kiss, then looks at the screen. He grips me with his other arm and hauls the both of us off the bed and onto our feet in one fluid motion. “Holy shit!”
“What?” I ask, panic bubbling through me again.
What if it’s another rumor about him? What if my father talked some more?
What if someone close to us outed me as well?
We just agreed to give this a real shot; it would be our luck that the rug would be pulled out from under us immediately. “Gavin, what is it?”
He grins at me. “My dad. He’s on his way.”