Chapter 9
Stephen
The days pass in a blur and before I know it, I’m back at Tynerston for my weekend with the Warriors. It’s only my third time training with them, so it still feels new, but my game has already improved from spending time with the players and the more experienced coaches.
We spent the morning running drills with Ted, and now I’m spending some one-on-one time with Marcus practicing throws and catches.
“Hey, Marcus,” Joel shouts.
“What?” Marcus calls, holding onto the ball instead of throwing it to me.
“You ever gonna practice with the rest of us, or is Choi your new favorite?”
“Back off,” Marcus shouts, “Ted said he was happy for us to train together, there’s another quarterback you can practice with.”
“Well he’s not a fucking starter, is he?” Joel shouts, throwing his helmet to the floor like a child in a tantrum.
“Yeah,” Marcus laughs, “and neither are you!”
A few of the other guys have stopped to listen, whereas I just want the ground to swallow me up, hating being the center of attention.
“It’s okay, Marcus,” I shout, “I’ll practice with Austin.”
I signal to the reserve quarterback who is currently throwing passes to both Jordan and Isaac.
“Fuck off, Choi!” Joel shouts. “Nobody gives a shit what you want, rookie.”
He spits the word like it’s an insult and it puts me in an awkward position.
Do I ignore him and let him get away with it, risking the team thinking I’m a pushover, or do I square off and cause a scene, potentially getting myself in more trouble than I did for punching Kyle.
I always thought Joel was a bit of an asshole, but this is taking it to a whole other level. Before I can decide, Ted appears.
“That’s enough, Joel,” he yells. “I’m the coach and I told them to practice together, if you’ve got a problem with that, you take it up with me.”
Instead of seeing it through, Joel backs down and stalks off the field back to the locker room.
“What are the rest of you standing around for?” Ted yells. “Back to practice.”
We hustle to finish our drills, but Jordan inches closer to me whenever he has the ball. Signaling a time out to the quarterbacks, he steps close enough to talk.
“Don’t worry about Moreau… Joel,” he says, “he’s had a chip on his shoulder ever since Isaac came in and supposedly took his spot on the team.”
“What’s that got to do with me?” I ask.
“You’re his direct competition; the way practices have been going, if one of us gets injured, who do you think Ted is gonna put forward? Joel, or you?”
“It won’t be me; I’m not even practicing with you full time. Besides, that’s such a far-fetched scenario, is he really holding a grudge because of something that’s probably never gonna happen?”
Jordan shrugs. “Like I said, dude’s got a chip on his shoulder. Just give him a wide berth and tell me if he gives you any trouble.”
“Thanks, man,” I say, slapping him on the shoulder. “I appreciate it.”
We go back to our throwing drills until Ted calls time, before hitting the locker rooms to shower.
Honestly, I just want to get back to my hotel so I can call Donovan.
I haven’t spoken to him since I left Winbrook yesterday and I miss him.
I only met him four weeks ago and I fucking miss him. What is happening to me?
Donovan answers my video call on the second ring, and I hope it means he’s been just as eager to talk to me.
“Hey you,” he says, smiling into the camera.
He looks so fucking cute lying in bed, his hair all tousled against the pillow and a book resting against his chest.
“Hey!”
“Your hair’s wet,” he says.
“Just showered,” I smirk, flashing my phone camera down my body so he can see I’m only in a towel.
“Woah, woah, woah,” he chuckles, “that was way too fast, I barely got a glimpse.”
“Look who’s all confident over video,” I tease. His cheeks flush with color and it makes my cock twitch; I love that I have this effect on him. “Why don’t you show me what you’re wearing, and I’ll give you another look.”
“I’m fully clothed so pretty sure I’ve got the better deal here,” he laughs.
“That’s easy enough for you to balance out if you want to make it fair,” I say, settling on the bed and leaning against the headboard.
The screen goes dark, and I only hear the rustle of fabric and bed springs, until he appears again.
“We’re more even now,” he says.
“Flip the screen, baby, let me see you.”
The view changes; it’s his bare lower chest and stomach leading down to his white boxers, and that’s all he’s wearing.
“You’re hard already,” I say, noticing how husky my voice sounds.
“Thinking about you in the shower tends to have that effect,” he says. “Can I… maybe… see you?”
I flip my screen and make sure he’s got a good view; my abs are rippled because I’m sitting, but the towel around my hips is clearly tented. He moans down the phone.
“You like what you see?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Are you desperate to touch yourself?”
“Yes,” he whimpers.
“Make yourself come for me, baby. I wanna watch you.”
“You too?” he asks.
“If that’s what you want.”
I take my time running my fingers over my abs because I know how much he loves them. A glance at the screen shows him gripping his cock through his boxers.
“Stephen,” he moans, “I want to see your dick.”
I slowly open the towel, leaving me naked, my cock filling the screen.
“Did you find the lube I left for you in your drawer?” I ask.
“Yes,” he chuckles, “although I’m tempted to put it back in yours, I happen to like the view of you going to get it.”
“Brat! If I’m not in bed with you then it means I’m not kissing you, so think about that before you move it.”
“Touché,” he laughs.
“Why don’t you get your cock nice and wet for me, baby. I wanna be able to hear you touching yourself through the phone.”
The screen goes dark again while he gets the lube, but the sounds alone are turning me on. I use the chance to get a lube sachet from my bag and cover my cock in it, picking up my phone just in time to see him appear on screen, this time no boxers in sight, just his hand stroking his length.
“You look so fucking good, Donovan. I wish I was there.”
“Me too,” he moans, “I want you on top of me again.”
“Yeah? What about the other way around?” I ask, the image in my head of him on top of me while he rides my cock is not a new one.
“Mm-hmm,” he whimpers.
“You wanna come all over my chest when I get home?”
“Fuck, Stephen, you can’t say stuff like that.”
“Why not?”
“I’m going to come, and we’ve barely started,” he chuckles.
“Well you do the same to me, so we’re both coming together.”
Our hands and breaths quicken, my eyes glued to the screen, watching his stomach tense as he gets closer.
“Come for me, baby.”
I spurt my release all over my hand and up onto my abs, and he groans as he does the same.
“Shit!” he pants, flipping the screen to show his face, his expression blissed out and happy. “That was fun.”
“Yeah it was,” I say. “Get cleaned up, baby, then go and sleep in my bed; I like the thought of you being in it when I’m not there.”
He smiles. “Okay, good night, Stephen.”
“Good night, baby.”
Donovan
I wake and the view is different than usual; when I realize I’m in Stephen’s bed I can’t help but smile.
Nestling down into the covers a little more, I bury my face in his pillow and inhale deeply, I love being surrounded by his scent.
Even though I was alone in the room, and I’ve gotten used to him being here, I had the best night’s sleep.
Having his covers wrapped around my body like a hug was amazing, though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish it was him draped over me.
I knew it would be weird not seeing him this weekend, but I didn’t anticipate just how much I’d miss him.
We’ve fallen into an easy routine this last week, and yes, I miss all the physical stuff we’ve been doing in the privacy of our dorm, but I miss the other stuff even more.
Getting coffee, eating lunch together, watching movies on a laptop in bed…
Granted, we don’t usually make it to the end, kissing him is too much fun. I just love spending time with him.
I’m also ready to take things further, feeling more confident every day.
I’ve been trying to remind myself of what Beth says, she’s often talked to me about her own insecurities from when she first started having sex, not so much with inexperience, but with her size.
Even though she feels beautiful and sexy, it’s hard to see that in yourself when the world is trying to convince you of the opposite.
Constantly selling you weight loss products, or stomach smoothing underwear, rather than letting people love their bodies as they are.
She told me her insecurity lessened when she thought about it logically.
Realizing that if someone was at the point of having sex with her, then they knew what she looked like, and what to expect, so it was pointless worrying about it.
They’d both have a better time if she let go and enjoyed herself, instead of focusing on how she looked.
And that’s what I need to do. I need to stop worrying about what Kyle said and stop focusing on my lack of experience; Stephen knows all of that, and he hasn’t been scared off yet. He’s in this, and I want to be too. Watching is a lot of fun, but I’m ready to touch.
The sound of the key in the lock has me jumping up from my bed, smoothing down my shirt and running my hand through my hair a few times.
“Mom, you can’t just walk in, it’s Donovan’s room too!” Stephen’s voice filters through the door and it makes me chuckle.
“Don’t be silly, Donovan knows me,” Vanessa says, pushing the door open and waving when she sees me.
“Hi,” I say, as she immediately comes and pulls me into a hug.
“Donovan, so nice to see you!”
“You too.”
“Donovan!” Nathan’s voice booms as he enters the room carrying some of Stephen’s gear.
“Hi,” I say, waiting for him to place the bags down before shaking his hand.