Garrison
Bates didn’t look at me at school or during practice. It sucked. I tried to talk to him a couple of times, but he brushed me off.
I hate it. I knew he was going to blow this up. So now that everyone else in my house is asleep, and I’m confident everyone at his house is probably out too, I’m going over there.
I’m going to make him at least tell me, face-to-face, that he’s done with me, if he is. And then, I’ll probably grovel like hell because damn, he can kiss.
I’ve never had this before, and I don’t want to let it go.
I’m not in love with him—I’m not crazy—but experience like this with a hot guy? Where the hell am I going to get that in Kensley?
I’m grabbing my keys off my dresser when I hear a knock on my window.
What the hell? I walk over, and I’m shocked when I see Bates standing there in a hoodie and jeans, his hood pulled over his head.
I lift the window and look out at him, seeing his breath in the cold night air. “Are you robbing me?”
“Shut the fuck up and let me in,” he says with a playful lilt to his voice I really, really like. I pull the window open more and step back, letting him climb through the window and into my bedroom. He closes the window and puts his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “It’s fucking cold out there.”
“You’re in my room,” I say dumbly, and he gives me a cockeyed grin, then walks over to my bed, sitting on the edge.
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah,” I say way too quickly as I move to him. “But why? I thought you were, for sure, done with me.”
He shrugs. “We both know what this is. It’s just fooling around, and for whatever reason, I can’t deny my attraction to you.
” That makes me grin, which makes him roll his eyes before his face turns totally serious.
“Adam is probably right though. As much as I hate that he is, and as stupid as it fucking is, it’s dangerous for us to be doing this.
And we shouldn’t fool around in the barn anymore.
Those goddamn cows get out all the time. ”
I see the worry in his eyes. I know how deeply this hurts him. That he can’t just be himself. And I know everyone thinks I’m shallow as fuck, but I know that feeling well. I know what it’s like to hide a part of myself.
“I’m fine with you sneaking into my bedroom any time, Bates.”
He finally smiles at that, but then his expression turns more stoic as he eyes my bedroom door. “If your dad . . .” He swallows hard, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, that darkness returning. “He wouldn’t understand either.”
I stand up a little straighter at that, knowing it’s true. I walk over to my door and flick the lock in place before walking back over to him, my hand grasping his chin and making his eyes fix on mine. “I won’t let us get caught.”
Shame burns in my chest. Not about what we’re doing but knowing that I’m afraid of anyone finding out. Because I know there will be judgment. And I don’t want to see the look on my dad’s face. I don’t want to hear any ugly words from a man I admire.
He nods his head slowly, and I bend down, my lips touching his tentatively at first but then pressing harder, with the resulting ache deep inside. Needing him, I pull his hoodie off, and he pushes my jacket off, both of us kicking out of our shoes and sliding up the bed, my body blanketing his.
His hands move to my ass, pulling me into him, and I can feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans pressing against mine. I unbutton his jeans as he unbuttons mine. It’s messy and a total clusterfuck, but soon, we’re both fully naked and grinding against each other on my bed.
“You have to be quiet,” he says against my lips in that demanding tone that makes my cock jerk against his.
I nibble on his bottom lip. “I can be quiet.”
“That, I don’t believe at all. But seriously, shhh.” He takes my mouth with his again before I can argue anymore. I reach into the drawer next to my bed, finding the lotion I keep there for solo sessions and pouring some into my hand. Then I wrap it around both of our hard shafts.
We both groan loudly into each other’s mouths as we rut into my fist. I can’t fully close it around us, but it still feels fucking incredible.
His fingernails dig into my shoulders as our bodies move. His mouth is bruising and punishing as he kisses me with passion that lights me on fire, and I don’t think it’ll ever go out.
His cock slides against mine, my fist tightening around us, our precum and the lotion making the glide easier. “I’m so close,” I gasp against his mouth.
“We’re going to have to work on your stamina,” he teases, but his head falls back, and he moans low and deep in his throat, telling me how close he is too.
“Mm-hmm. I’m all for practice,” I say with a smile, thrusting against him again, my balls drawing up tight and my muscles straining as I try to keep some of my weight off him, punching my hips forward with each stroke.
“Fuck, Dixon.” His voice is strained, and I love it as I nibble on his neck that’s pulled tight from his head lying back. Then his cum covers my cock and my hand, sending me over the edge.
A sharp cry comes from my throat, and he swallows it with a kiss before nibbling along my jaw and down my neck. Both of us thrust lazily into my hand until we’re both spent.
It should feel awkward or weird when we get up, both cleaning the lotion and cum off ourselves, but it doesn’t. I feel lighter after that—on top of the world—and he looks like he does too.
“So, we’re doing this then?” I ask cautiously as he gets dressed.
“Carefully. Yes. We’re doing this, but you can’t tell anyone.”
It hurts that he thinks I would. “I wouldn’t do that. You know you can trust me, Jameson.” At least, I hope he knows that.
He walks to me, brushing a hand over my cheek and leaning in to give me the sweetest peck on the mouth. His voice is low and quiet as he breathes against my lips, “I know.”
My heart kicks up with excitement with those two simple words, and then he shoves me away playfully.
“I gotta go.”
“Yeah. Might be a cow emergency.”
He flips me off after pulling on his hoodie and opening the window to climb out. “Fuck off, Dixon.”
“Choke on it, Bates.” I grin, scratching my chin with my hand, like I’m thinking about it. “We’ll have to try that next time.”
I swear I can see the blush on his face, but he just grins, shaking his head before climbing out the window and retreating.
It’s not over.
And I didn’t even have to grovel.