Adam
We’ve had no time to be alone. And I mean…no time. I think I’m going crazy. But how is that even possible after eighteen years of having next to no sexual experience and then coming my brains out once with my best friend—suddenly I’m obsessed with sex.
Well maybe not sex.
But Zach.
God, yes. I’m totally and fully obsessed with Zachary Olson. Which honestly doesn’t feel all that different. I’ve always cared about him. Always wanted to spend most of my time with him.
Huh. I wonder if maybe I should have figured this out a bit sooner. But I’m not sure it would have worked out before this. Not that we have worked anything out at all yet. We haven’t had any alone time.
Zach’s mom has been weird this week, telling Zach the girls need to come home after school and Zach hasn’t wanted to leave them alone at home—understandably. But after practice, I’m needed at home to help out.
So it’s been a long damn week and we have a game tomorrow night. Zach’s mom is going out with her dumbass husband after the game and the girls are staying with their grandma so I have plans.
Lots and lots of plans.
Zach walks out of the shower, a white towel wrapped around his waist. His dark hair wet as he approaches the lockers. I’ve only pulled on my jeans after my shower when we got done with practice and I can’t keep my eyes off him.
This is not good.
“Adam.” Zach’s voice gets my attention and I look up at him from where I’m sitting on the bench, just staring at his body and drooling right here in the locker room around all our teammates.
Great job, Bates. This isn’t weird as fuck or anything.
“Yeah?” I ask, my voice not sounding like my own at all.
He moves a little closer to me, keeping his voice low, his green eyes on me, “You’re staring.”
I feel my cheeks flush, but I still can’t help shamelessly letting my eyes drag over his body.
His abs are cut to perfection. There’s a little bit of dark hair between his pecs and I notice his flat, pink nipples that are starting to pebble.
My throat suddenly feels very dry and I try to swallow it away.
“Adam.” He says again, a chuckle on his lips and shaking his head like he can’t believe me, but I mean… look at him.
How did I not notice this before?
My best friend is hot as fuck with his puffy pink lips, sharp jaw line and piercing green eyes. His dark hair has some curl to it, especially when it’s wet like right now.
“Adam.” He says again.
“Oh yeah.” I stand up from the bench and grab my shirt, pulling it on over my head, but I still can’t stop watching him as he turns away and drops the towel. Oh holy fuck, his ass is perfect.
I haven’t spent that long thinking about the perfect ass and never really saw the appeal, but now. Wow. I need to get the hell out of here before I have a really awkward situation.
Thankfully he pulls on his boxer briefs and then his jeans before taking a seat on the bench and tugging on his tennis shoes. But I can’t stop watching his arm muscles flex along with each ripple of his back while he ties his shoes.
I all but toss his t-shirt at him, pleading with him to cover up when he catches it and thankfully, tugs it on over his head before standing up. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah I’m fine.” I try to sound convincing but I’m pretty sure I fail. In my defense it’s like my dick just woke up and now it doesn’t want to go back down. It’s ready to play. Like all the damn time.
He studies me carefully as we tug on our hoodies and then walk out of the locker room toward our trucks. “Hey I forgot to tell you,” I turn to look at Zach, stopping walking all together.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He says with a grin on his face, “Just that my sisters are going over to a friends house for a bit after school, so I can come to your place.”
I want to grab him right fucking here. Devour his mouth, but I keep my cool as much as I can. “Is that so?”
“That is so.” Fucker knows I needed to hear that. That I’m dying for time alone with him. He saunters to his truck that’s parked next to mine, “Meet you at your place.”
“Oh absolutely.” I grin and pull open my door, starting the engine as fast as I can and barely closing the door before I’m peeling out of the parking lot. We make it to my house in record time and are both out of our trucks at lightning speed.
I know my parents are home and so are my brothers, so we need to play it cool. As cool as we can. We sling our backpacks over our shoulder and I force myself to stay calm as we walk through the front door.
My mom is in the living room and looks pleasantly surprised to see Zach come in right after me. “Hey, mom. Where is everyone?”
The house is way too quiet.
“Oh some cows got out so they went to go get them. They should be back soon. What are you boys up to?”
Fuck. It’s almost better when they’re all home. My mom is watching us closely and she has no one here to distract her.
Like fate is on my side, I hear my dad’s truck a moment later followed by slamming doors and my loud as fuck little brothers. “Yeah. We’re gonna go study.” I say to mom, not giving her a chance to question any more.
Thankfully Zach is right on my heels as we head to my room and I close and lock the door behind us. My lips are on his in an instant, my body thrumming with pent up need.
I couldn’t have waited another second.
I should get an award for not mauling my boyfriend in front of my mother just now.
Wait.
Boyfriend?
I pull back just enough to speak, but not letting him go. “Are you my boyfriend?”
“What?” Zach rasps, his breath hitting my lips and god I do not like my lips not on his right now. All I can think about is kissing those damn lips and now I can and I’m using the time to talk?
What an idiot.
I go to ignore my own question and right this very huge wrong when Zach pulls out of my grasp and steps back. Uh oh. Did I fuck up already?
“Zach… I….”
“Do you want to be?” He asks me and it’s so damn careful. So fearful that I want to shake him. Does he really not get that I’m totally into this?
I step closer to him, “Yes. Of course I do. I just…we haven’t had any time to talk about it.”
He cocks his head to the side, almost perplexed. “You do?”
I want to laugh and cry at the same time. “I thought it was obvious by the way I was eye fucking you all week.”
His eyes widen in surprise at that and he drags a hand down over his face, “I thought you were freaked out.”
“What?” I ask, my turn to be surprised.
“I mean, you were staring and trying to get me to get dressed.”
“Because I didn’t think humping your leg in the locker room was a good idea and I was really fucking close to it.”
That makes his smirk, his full lips turned upward in amusement. “Really?”
I roll my eyes and scoff as I approach him again, my hands resting on his hips.
“Really.” I surge forward and kiss him hard, but I don’t deepen the kiss.
I grasp the back of his hair that is still kind of damp, “I’m crazy about you.
I don’t know how I didn’t realize it was more than friendship before but now that I know it is…
.” His eyes have gone comically wide now and I smile kissing the tip of his nose, “I’m all in. ”
“All. In.” He says it slowly. Carefully. Like he can’t believe it.
“Turn the music on.” He commands and I’m all to happy to make it happen.
I turn the music on and Zach strips out of his hoodie.
Lifting mine up and off too. “We don’t have nearly as much time as I want.
” He licks his lips, his eyes darting from my face to my chest and then lower.
“God. I want so much for you. This week has been torture.”
I nod my head in agreement. “I haven’t been able to stop staring at you because I want you so bad it feels like I’ll die if I don’t have you.”
He chuckles at that, “Who knew you were so dramatic?”
I grin as he undoes my jeans slowly, “Not me. But it’s how I’ve felt.” I lean in to kiss him as we make our way toward the bed. “God, I want so much with you too. I’ve spent way too much time fantasizing about it this week.”
He groans into my mouth. “Oh my God that’s hot.”
I grab the lotion and undo his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down.
He does the same and I pump some lotion into his hand and some into mine.
“It is. And god do I want to do so many things to you, but we have to hurry. Dinner will be ready soon or one of my asshole brothers will be banging on the door.”
He nods, his nose brushing over mine as he fists my cock with his slick hand. My head tips back and I feel his lips sliding over my exposed neck. “Yeah, I have to go pick up Mary and Anna soon.”
“Fuck. We need to work on dirty talk.”
He chuckles but it turns into a groan when my hand wraps around his thick shaft. I stroke him slowly and now I need to hurry up, but every part of me wants to make this last. He must be on the same page because his grasp is loose, not nearly tight enough to make me come and he knows it.
I lower my head and steal into his mouth, licking and sucking on his tongue like I wish I was doing to his cock, “We have to hurry tonight, but tomorrow I have plans for you.”
“Oh yeah?” He pants, his hand moving faster and gripping a bit harder now.
“Yes. So many fucking plans.”
“Should I bring anything?”
I stop kissing him for a second and think about that. Condoms. Lube. Are we ready for that? I don’t know. I’ve watched some porn, but not a lot and logic says that’s not real. I haven’t really researched sex.
Oh God. Who needs to research sex.
Robots.
That’s who. Jesus fucking Christ. I’m going to ruin the best thing I’ve ever had.
“Hey.” Zach must realize I’m freaking out because one hand comes up to grasp my chin and he’s forcing me to look at him, “We don’t do anything you don’t want to. I’m more than happy with hurried hand jobs for the rest of my life as long as it’s with you.”
His honesty shocks me and I’m shaking my head with my chin still in his grasp, “I want it all. I just don’t have any experience at all. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You could never disappoint me. Ever.” He releases my chin and leans forward pressing his lips to mine, “I would be happy just kissing you for the rest of my life. Damn happy. And it’s not like I have that much experience by the well.
For all we know, I’m horrible in the sack.
” He cringes, “Shit. I actually am. My only experience was horrible.”
Well shit. I made him spiral. “No.” shake my head and grip his cock a little tighter, his eyes on mine. “That doesn’t count. It wasn’t right. This is right.” I stroke him slowly, holding eye contact. “This is everything.”
He nods his head slowly and his hand starts to move. “We’ll figure it out.”
I nod my head, “Yes.” I kiss him hard as we both work the other one over. I go over first, trying like hell to keep myself quiet and I’m grateful when he kisses me hard and spills over my hand.
We clean up quickly and get dressed before we sit on my bed. My room smells like sex, but I’m sure it will fade soon.
I’m kind of sad about that.
“I’m all in too.” He says softly and I grin at him, but he’s not smiling and I hold my breath wondering what he’s going to say next. “But.” He turns so he can face me, “I can’t tell anyone about us. Elliot….”
My heart squeezes tightly in my chest because I already knew this. It’s probably the biggest reason why he tried so damn hard to make everything with Chloe look real. Why he forced it. “Is a dickhead.”
A small smile, but not big enough for my liking. “He is. But my sisters…” He shakes his head and I see the pain in his eyes, “I can’t leave them alone with that prick and if he really wanted to, he could keep me from seeing them. I have to figure all that out and soon, but until then…”
I cup his jaw with my hand and bring my nose to touch his before pressing my forehead against his, “It’s nobody’s business what we do. We know we’re together. You know I’m not going anywhere.”
He doesn’t say anything. His eyes just fall closed as we stay there with our foreheads together.
“Zach you know that right?”
He finally opens his eyes and sits back a little to look at me, “I just…you have a plan. You have since we were little. I don’t want to fuck up that plan.”
“If I’m being honest you were always part of that plan too. How many times did we play out on the land and talk about the house we’d build together?”
He’s smiling brightly now, “I thought that was just kid stuff?”
I shrug, “You were always part of my future. I maybe just didn’t realize the role you’d play, but you were there Zach.”
He nods his head and takes a deep breath, letting it out. “Okay. We’re together and we’ll figure it out, but for now…”
“We don’t tell a soul.” I finish for him, and I mean it. I don’t want anyone in my business anyway.
It would be the same for me if I was dating a girl probably. I’m a private guy.
And Zachary Olson is all mine.
Whether the world knows it or not.