Garrison
Iprobably shouldn’t be here. And I really shouldn’t be so calm about it, but I can’t help it. I’m addicted. I can’t stop thinking about Jameson, and I really don’t want to.
All through practice, he played like shit, and I’d like to think it’s because he couldn’t get my dick out of his thoughts. Now me, on the other hand, I played like a god because that’s how he made me feel. But Bates is always more in his head than that.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this again,” I hear him behind me and smile.
“But you are.” His hand takes mine, not arguing and pulling me up to the loft with him. My heart flutters with the anticipation, and when we get up to the loft, his lips are on mine so fast, my head spins.
I grip his hips in my hands and kiss him back with the same excitement flowing through me, our bodies pushing and pulling for dominance as he removes my hoodie and then my t-shirt, and I do the same with him.
He pulls me down onto a bale of hay. It’s poking me and uncomfortable as hell, but I don’t give a shit as he pushes down his sweats, showing me he’s going commando again tonight, and then pushes mine down, telling him the same.
I’m wearing the same thing I put on after our shower this afternoon. Fuck, how I would’ve liked to get him all dirty again in that shower. But even I’m not naive enough to think that’s a good idea at school.
Still, seeing his naked body all wet like that, with water sliding over the ridges of his abs and his lips pursed in anger and annoyance at me, really got my dick hard.
I’ve been hard as stone all damn day, and when he pulls me too him, our cocks sliding along one another, I moan so loudly into his mouth, I’m worried about waking up the cows.
“Shhh,” he says against my lips, and I can’t fight the smile before I slide my tongue inside his mouth, thrusting my cock against his. My eyes nearly roll back in my head with each brush of pleasure skittering down my spine and dragging me closer to the edge.
But then both of our bodies freeze when a booming voice sounds through the barn. “Jameson? Where the hell are you?”
“Shit,” he breathes against my lips, his body trembling with fear now, instead of pleasure.
“Where is your brother?” I’m assuming that voice is Jameson’s dad, a voice I’ve heard before but not all that often. His dad is definitely not one to be loud at parties or other community events like mine is. He’s the strong silent type.
“I don’t know.” That’s Adam, one of Jameson’s brothers. He plays on the football team with us, as well as the baseball team. And basketball. That kid pretty much plays every sport there is, like most of us in this town because there’s nothing better to do.
Hands shove at my chest, and I look down at Jameson, who looks thoroughly freaked-out. Of course, there are some fun things to do that don’t include sports. Too bad he looks pissed and worried right now though.
I climb off him carefully, pulling my sweats up as he does the same, both of us scrambling to stay down low, but when I turn toward the barn, my eyes lock with Adam’s.
Shit.
I see the shock in his eyes, and I know Jameson does too. He sees us. Will he tell? Will he direct his father’s eyes up here to where we’re practically naked?
I side-eye Jameson, who hasn’t moved. His eyes are on his brother, and fear covers his face. This is bad. Really bad.
“Dad, let’s go back outside. We can handle it without Jameson.”
I don’t think Jameson has taken a breath. I watch as his dad grumbles, and Adam leads him out of the barn, tossing us one more cautious look before he leaves too. Jameson quickly pulls his shirt on, and I follow, guessing my dick isn’t going to get any relief after that.
I probably shouldn’t still be hard, but I mean . . . it was a little exciting. The thrill of maybe being caught.
Looking at Jameson, though, it’s obvious he doesn’t feel the same. He looks sick.
I put a hand on his shoulder, and he quickly brushes it away. “Don’t. You have to get out of here without them seeing you.”
“I parked far away again.” I try not to feel hurt by his brushoff. This is just having a good time and a hookup. What do I care if he runs a little hot and cold. He’s worried. We almost got caught, and yeah, that would be catastrophic for him. There’s no doubt about that.
His world would implode, and so would mine. “Good. But be careful. The fucking cows probably got out again. I have to go help wrangle them.”
We climb down the ladder and head for the door. Then he peeks his head out carefully before nodding in the direction of the farm’s exit.
“I don’t see them, but be careful.”
“I will. Don’t worry about it. I’m stealthy as fuck.
” He rolls his eyes at me, but he doesn’t look amused like I like.
He looks terrified. Without thinking, I take his hand in mine, trying to comfort him, but he jerks away quickly, looking panicked.
“Adam isn’t going to say anything. If so, he would have busted us right then. ”
“You don’t know him like I do. He’s competitive. He’ll want to hang this over my head. Trust me.”
I don’t think he’s right about that. Adam is competitive. I know that much, but I don’t think he’d do anything to actually hurt his brother. “He won’t. Don’t worry.”
He doesn’t want to talk though. He just dismisses me. “Go.”
Instead of making it worse, I decide to make my exit, sneaking out past the fence to the gravel road and making it to my vehicle without ever seeing Mr. Bates or Adam. But I saw the look on Jameson’s face, and I know, without a doubt, he’s going to make this a big deal, whether it is or not.
I’m not saying his worry isn’t valid, but I’m not ready to give this up yet.
Not when I just found out how fucking incredible it is to get down and dirty with Jameson Bates.