Garrison
“Hell yeah!” I’m pumped as we go back into the locker room after the game.
I love when we win. I love it even more when we win at homecoming.
It’s a big deal here. The businesses in town decorate with our school colors.
The entire town comes to the game—which isn’t that different from every game—but even people who moved away come back for it.
It’s fun, and we kicked some serious ass tonight. And Bates and I were in sync out on that field like we’ve never been before. It was beautiful. “One hell of a game, boys.” Coach actually has a smile on his face when he walks into the locker room.
That’s how well we played.
The other guys shout, and I catch Jameson’s eyes as he yanks his pads off along with the rest of his uniform.
Try not to drool, I tell myself as I make it over to my locker.
Getting a hard-on in the locker room after staring at a nearly-naked Jameson Bates is probably not the best idea.
We all quickly shower and dress for the dance.
Bates is wearing slacks and a button-down shirt I really want to rip open, but I resist.
I head to the dance with Oakley. I don’t know how Bates got there, but he’s all I can think about as I dance with a couple of girls from our class.
He does too, I notice, including with his ex, Becky.
And I feel my hackles rise, just like they did when Travis was touching him, especially because I know he was once attracted to her.
Jesus, I really need to get a grip. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about him, his dark hair all slicked back and his expression serious. He does it for me. I want him in ways I’ve never really experienced before.
When we get out to Oakley’s later, most of us have changed into more comfortable clothes, and we sit around the fire, drinking and talking about the game. But my mind is on Bates and about getting him back to my room. I rode with Oakley, though, so I’m going to have to catch a ride with Jameson.
I don’t think he’ll mind.
I’m sure some people find it suspicious that we don’t get into it as much as we used to, but I still give him a hard time, and he gives it right back, so not much has changed.
When I go take a piss away from everyone else, I’m shocked as hell to feel Bates’s body behind mine, his hands on my hips as I zip up. “This might look suspicious.”
“Why? You caught me out here once, remember?”
I smile at the memory. It feels like a lifetime ago, but it wasn’t. I never thought I’d be so happy to stumble onto two people making out before. “I did. What are you doing out here now?”
He licks his lips, tossing a quick glance over his shoulder toward the bonfire and then taking my hand, pulling me further away from the party. When he must deem it far enough, he shoves my body against the tree, and his lips are on mine in an instant.
“Holy shit, Bates. I didn’t think you’d want to do this.”
“I don’t,” he says, but there’s teasing in his voice as he kisses me, his fingers running through my hair. “I guess I didn’t like seeing other people’s hands on you tonight either. Maybe I’m a jealous motherfucker after all.”
I grin at that, knowing I shouldn’t. “Let’s go back to my house.” Because I really don’t want us to get caught. Not so much for me, but I know without a doubt, it will destroy him if we did. He’ll never touch me again, and I can’t take that.
“Yeah. Let’s do that,” he breathes, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him like this.
Not when there’s a lot of people around at least. He’s always so controlled and calm, but he seems almost needy tonight.
“What about Oakley?” he asks as we walk with a fair amount of distance between us now as we approach the party.
He glances over at Oakley, who’s busy with a cheerleader on his lap, and I shake my head with a grin. “He won’t notice I’m gone.”
“Okay, let’s go.” We climb into his car, and he drives us close to my house, parking a ways from the driveway, and I go inside, not seeing my parents anywhere.
They’re probably asleep already, but we’re being cautious and shit. I head to my room, locking the door, and then let him in through the window. After that, it’s reckless abandon, our clothes flying and our limbs tangling before we fall into a naked heap on my bed.
He grabs my face in his hands, his look serious, and the heat coming from his eyes is intense. “I want you to fuck me.”
I’m shocked stupid, unable to move. And the first thing that comes to my mind immediately comes out of my mouth. “Why do you get to be fucked first?”
He laughs at that, light and easy, as he presses a hard kiss to my lips. “Because I thought ahead and brought supplies.”
“That doesn’t seem fair,” I say, but I’m already so geared up to be inside him that I’m a little worried about how fast it’ll go. “Are you sure you want to lose your virginity on homecoming? Pretty fucking cliché, if you ask me.”
He rolls his eyes at me, rolling off the bed to grab his jeans. “You just want to be the first. And as far as I’m concerned, I lost my virginity a while ago.”
I really don’t like thinking about him and Becky, and my body becomes tense. “I’m talking about your ass virginity.”
He laughs at that, grabbing a condom and a packet of what I’m assuming is lube.
Huh. He really was prepared. “I meant as far as I’m concerned, you and I have already had sex.
This is just another step in that.” He sits down on the bed, looking slightly nervous.
And yeah, now I’m kind of feeling anxious too.
“You think we’ve had sex?” I ask, and for whatever reason, a laugh tumbles out of him, and he climbs over to me on the bed, lube and condom in hand.
“Yes. We’ve made each other come.”
My brow furrows, and I push on his shoulder until he lies flat on his back, and I straddle him, totally naked, my eyes trailing over his body. I have my desk lamp on, but that’s all the light in the room.
Still, I can see him in all his glorious, naked beauty.
“That’s true.” I lean forward and kiss his chest, flicking his nipples with my tongue. “I’m not done with that yet though. I haven’t had my mouth on you for far too long.”
He settles beneath me, letting his legs part as I make my way down his abs, then over his hip bones. I look up at him as I drag my tongue up the length of his shaft.
“You taste so damn good.”
“Jesus, Dixon.” He thrusts upward slightly, and I take the invitation, sucking the head of his cock into my mouth, teasing the tip of his dick and relishing in the taste of him, moaning appreciatively.
“I wonder what you taste like everywhere,” I say as I tongue his slit but then drag my tongue down his shaft to his balls, making him hiss in pleasure. His body is trembling under me, and I love it.
Love driving a guy like Jameson Bates wild.
He plants his feet on the bed, opening himself up for me as I go lower and lower, circling my tongue over his tight puckered hole, groaning and loving the sounds he makes. “Holy fuck,” he gasps.
I smile, circling his hole over and over again, feeling him soften as I press my tongue inside, making him writhe and grip my hair in his hand.
“Holy shit, Dixon. I’m close. Too close.”
I recognize that trembling tone and figure if we’re really going to do this, I better get us going. My own cock is painfully hard as I pull my mouth from his ass, and he hands me the lube and the condom.
I ignore the condom and open the lube packet, squeezing some onto my fingers. “I’ve looked into that internet thing you were talking about.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asks, totally breathless as I drag the pad of my lubed-up finger in circles around his hole, mixing the lube with my spit as I slowly slide inside.
“Yeah.” When my finger is inside him, he winces slightly but doesn’t tell me to stop. “I’ve learned a lot, including how to make this mind-blowing.”
“Fuck. More.” he gasps as I pull my finger out, adding more lube and then putting two fingers inside him. He’s warm and tight, squeezing the hell out of my fingers, and I nearly pass out, thinking about my cock being there instead.
When I flex my fingers, finding that spongy spot I was looking for, he nearly jolts off the bed. I grin, beaming with pride as he gasps, and I peg his prostate again.
“Shit. Please. I need you inside me.”
Yes.
I don’t argue, trying my best to stretch him out. I finally remove my fingers, and then I’m rolling the condom over my cock and lubing it up with my hand, being careful to only stroke over my shaft once, so I don’t come prematurely.
“We’re really doing this,” I say, leaning down to kiss him softly.
He nods his head. “Yeah. I want this. What about you?”
I nearly laugh, the question so crazy. But I can feel his nerves now as I cover his heart with my hand, feeling how rapidly it’s beating under my flesh and holding my weight with my other hand.
“I want this.” I kiss him softly, not in a hurry anymore. “How are we doing this?”
“The internet didn’t tell you?” he teases, and I grin down at him.
“How about just like this?”
He nods, and I line my cock up at his hole, looking down between us, dizzy at the sight. I’m about to be inside him. “Don’t chicken out on me now, Dixon.”
I accept his challenge, moving my hand from his chest to behind his knee and lifting it up, so I can push inside him slowly, inching my way in and feeling him stretch around me.
I look down at his face, sweat beading on my forehead as I stretch him open with my cock. He winces when I’m fully inside and filling him. “Are you okay?”
He takes a deep breath, and I notice his cock has flagged slightly, not standing as tall and proud as it was before. But he nods anyway. “Yeah, I’m okay. It’s um . . .” He wiggles a little, and I groan, trying like hell not to come. “It’s different.”
“Not exactly what I was hoping for.”
He grins, his hand sliding down my chest and over my abs, making me shiver. “It’s good. It’s just a lot.”
“I know, right?” I tease and wink at him, which makes him laugh, and we both groan. Him probably more from discomfort than pleasure, but I’m determined to change that. “Can I move?”
“Yes. Please move.”
I pull back and then slowly thrust forward, sliding into him again and then again, making sure I drag over his prostate, feeling instant relief when his cock starts to fill and leak from the tip. I reach down, dragging my finger through his precum, then bring it up to my lips to taste him.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” he says breathlessly.
His hand goes to his cock, and he starts to jerk it in time with each of my thrusts. I slam my eyes shut, nearly blacking out from the intense feeling of being surrounded by his tight heat and the muscles in his ass squeezing me tight.
“Please come, Bates. Please.” I’m a sweaty, pleading mess, and I don’t even care.
“Look at me.”
I do, instantly locking eyes with him, and that’s when I feel him tense around me, letting out a harsh shout as he comes.
I follow him over, nearly a second later.
It’s intense. I come so fucking hard, I think I might pass out, but I keep thrusting into him over and over again until we’re both totally spent.
I collapse on top of him, and I can feel that smile again.
“Next time, it’s my turn.”
“Whatever you say, Dixon,” he says, and I slowly pull out of him and roll off.
Who knew all I had to do was fuck his brains out to make him stop arguing with me?
I can definitely do that.