Garrison
Jameson’s body falls next to mine on his back. We’re both sweating and covered in cum, totally sated, and trying to catch our breaths. “We’re really good at that,” I say. He doesn’t say a word at first and instead, just looks up at the ceiling.
“Yeah. We are. You were really jealous today, weren’t you?”
It’s not something I’m proud of, but I’m not completely ashamed about it either. I didn’t like seeing Travis’s hand on him today. Not at all. “I never did share well.”
“I’m not a toy,” he says seriously, swiveling his head to look at me.
“I know.” I drag my hand over his cum-covered abs, mixing our combined releases in small circles. “But you are really fun.”
I can feel him roll his eyes, even though my gaze is on the solid, cut muscles of his abdominals and his spent cock. “You think Cam and Wells will come back for homecoming?”
That gets my attention as I roll to my side, propping my head up on my hand. “You’re thinking about Camden and Kingston right now?”
He laughs at that, still lying on his back. “I don’t know. I mean, Camden is in college. He got out.”
“Kingston is still here. I saw him the other day when I was at the gas station.”
His forehead wrinkles with a frown I don’t really understand. “Yeah. He’s still here. I wonder what that’s like for them. They were really close.”
Kingston and Camden were closer than close. I’m pretty sure those two would die for each other if it came right down to it. “Yeah. You think they were more, you know, than friends?”
“What?” He seems startled as he rolls to his side now, mimicking my position and eyeing me carefully. “Why do you think that? Did Kennedy say something to you?”
“Kennedy?” My nose wrinkles at the thought of that bitch. I don’t know why, but she’s always rubbed me the wrong way. Then I think about that night I caught the end of their conversation, of her accusing someone of being way too close. “Kingston and Cam?”
He flops back to his back with a sigh. “I don’t know. Kennedy loves to run her damn mouth, and I don’t believe anything she says.”
I fall to my back again, staring up at my ceiling. “Kingston and Camden.”
“We don’t know that for sure,” he says. “Rumors get started around here way too easily, and it’s no one’s business.”
I shrug my shoulder. “It would be pretty cool if it’s true.”
A choked laugh comes from him, and I like that I can hear the smile in his voice, despite us not looking at each other. “What? Why?”
“I don’t know. More for the rainbow side. I like that.”
I can still feel his smile. “I like that too. Maybe this town isn’t as bad as I thought.”
That makes my mood darken, though, because it definitely is. At least in that respect. “Maybe that’s why Camden left. And I doubt he’s coming back for homecoming.”
“Yeah. Probably not,” he says thoughtfully. “But he was always really smart like Travis.”
I bristle at the mention of Travis, and I know I shouldn’t.
It’s not really fair to do that, but it’s how I feel, and I can’t change it.
I’m still not sure why they aren’t together.
I mean, they both like guys, and clearly, they like each other.
“Do you like Travis?” I ask and immediately kick myself when he chuckles.
“Yeah. Thinking about taking him to homecoming.” I know he’s joking, but I hate it. My entire body stiffens at the thought, and I think I might actually growl. And just like that, a full-on growl bubbles from my throat that I can’t stop. “You really are a jealous motherfucker, aren’t you?”
“No,” I say quickly, but I rub at my bare chest because yeah, I think I am. I know Bates doesn’t see much in me. Sure, he must think I’m hot, but other than that, I don’t think he really sees anything else.
I’m just someone to fool around with. Travis—he could be husband material for all I know. Maybe Jameson is just doing this with me to sow some wild oats until he marries Travis.
“Jesus.” He rolls to his side again, pressing his body against mine and laying a hand over mine on my chest. “You’re tense as hell. This really bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“No,” I lie.
“Look at me.” I don’t. “Look at me, Dixon,” he repeats in that demanding tone that sends a shiver down my spine.
I finally do what he says and turn my head to look into his eyes. “What?”
“I don’t like Travis.” He sounds earnest. “I like being here with you. I don’t know what that means, but I like it.”
“I like it too.” I’m finally honest.
He smiles, and my heart rate kicks up, just from that one motion. “Good. Now stop worrying about Travis or anyone else. Especially when your cum is drying on my stomach right now.”
My cock starts to stiffen at the thought, and he notices, his eyes moving down my body and then back up to my face, a cocky grin on his mouth. “Again?”
I shrug. “I told you I like practice.” I reach over, feeling that his cock has filled, hard and leaking at the tip as I slowly stroke him. “I need to be the best.”
He rolls his eyes at me, but he rolls his body so it’s on top of mine, which is thrusting against him. “We’re getting really good at this.”
“That we are.” I dig my fingers into the hard muscles of his ass, pulling him into me before I take his mouth with mine, tasting him and sighing into it.
“Maybe we can go to homecoming together,” I joke but know it’s not possible.
“We’ll play that game together.” He kisses my mouth. “And then we’ll go to the dance.” He kisses my jaw. “And then go to the party that always follows.” He’s back to my lips, and I smile into it because I think he wants that. To unofficially go to homecoming together. I want it too.
Everything about this feels right.
And to me, that can never be wrong.