Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Zeke
Old Faithful, my tough-as-nails Nissan, pulls in next to Charles’s sleek Mercedes. It’s dark and cold, and when I climb out of the car and Charles follows a second later, I find him huddled into my swim hoodie.
I like the sight more than I should. So much that I don’t even call him on the fact he was supposed to give that thing back already.
Instead, I send him a smile, grab my swim bag from the car, and lead the way across to the indoor pool.
I’m always the first one here every morning, and today is one of the days Coach isn’t coming in early for me, so I don’t need to worry about him showing up and interrupting.
I’ve had the same schedule for four years, every morning, and every morning is predictable and like clockwork.
The chance of something changing this morning is next to zero, but my gut is still knotted over the idea we’re going to do this.
I’m about to fuck Charles. For the first time. In my locker room.
Every part of that sentence helps chase away the anxiety over being caught, and in its place is a swirl of …
something. Excitement. Horniness—there’s a whole lot of that.
A deep-seated anticipation that thrums louder as I unlock the door and hold it open so Charles can pass.
Even this early, I catch a whiff of the caramel that I will always associate with him.
“You okay?” I check as I pull the door closed and lock it again. Those of us who train early have a key we’ve signed for, but Coach is always on-site by five thirty to unlock since that’s when the swim team show up to train.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because it’s so early. You’re missing your beauty sleep.”
He doesn’t try to hide the way he checks me out. “You better make it worth it, then.”
“You think I won’t?”
“Years of firsthand experience being disappointed by Sigma Beta Psis make my doubts valid.”
My laugh is hollow. “Wow. Look at you making such a big gamble.”
We reach the locker rooms, and Charles sends a grin over his shoulder as he leads the way inside.
There are no cameras in here, unlike the main room, and only the high skylights overhead let in enough moonlight for us to see properly.
I could turn on the main lights, could see everything in explicit, amazing detail, and give more weight to the idea I’m only here to train, but as I drop my bag and step toward him … the moment feels … perfect.
He swallows. “Ah … hey.”
I chuckle and cup his face. “You look good in my hoodie.”
His face floods with color, and before I can stop him, Charles unzips the hoodie and peels it off. “I’ve been meaning to give it back.”
“Right.” My hand closes over it, but he doesn’t let go. “It’s slipped your mind for a while now.”
“I forgot.”
Hmm. Something is telling me not to believe him.
I lift the hoodie to my nose and take a long inhale. His scent is all over it. All over it. When I open my eyes, Charles is staring at me funny.
“Why does it smell like you?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
“Well … the only way it could smell like you is if you’ve been wearing it. And if you’ve been wearing it, that means you didn’t actually forget.” My smile unfurls. “Have you been wearing my hoodie, Chuck?”
He scowls. “I have my own clothes. I only wore it here so I’d remember to give it to you.”
I lift the hoodie again, and this time when I inhale deeply, I don’t take my eyes off him. Charles’s breath hitches as his gaze zeroes in on the action. “It’s covered in you.” I step closer. “Not just a hint. You’re all I can smell. It’s … sexy.”
“Sexy?”
“Thinking of you sitting around your room wearing only my hoodie.”
He doesn’t answer, but the way he juts out his chin and lifts his head is confirmation enough.
Before I have a chance to think it through, I unzip the one I’m wearing, shrug out of it, then step closer to wrap it around Charles’s shoulders.
My lips tilt close to his ear. “Make it smell pretty for me.”
He shudders but lifts the collar to breathe in my scent, and the action goes straight to my cock.
To something deep inside me that wants him covered in my smell, hell, even my cum.
I dunno what it is, but just like the way Sam calling him Charlie grated on me, this is something deeper than logic can understand.
Charles grabs my hand and takes a step back. “Come on, we should probably hurry.”
He’s right, I know he is, but my feet don’t move. I tighten my grip and tug him back to me. “Sure. But first, I have something for you.”
“What do you …” His words trail off when his eyes meet mine.
He steals my breath, he’s so beautiful. High cheekbones, dark-rimmed eyes that fucking shine in the moonlight, and that full top lip. I want to suck on it, taste it, leave him as hungry for me as I am for him.
My heart is beating so fucking loud in the quiet locker room as I lean in and press my lips to his.
The moment we make contact, everything changes.
I’d doubted Charles earlier when he said we’d never kissed before, but it wasn’t something I’d ever thought about.
Whenever we met, it was purely my dick leading the action, and even though I know I’ve tasted his skin and claimed his neck, it’s not until this moment that I realize he’s completely right.
I have never, ever been kissed like this before.
It’s warm. Soft. His mouth molds to mine, and I’m suspended in a moment where everything feels …
Right.
His lips part on a sigh, and my tongue slips between them.
His breath is minty, and when his tongue meets mine, there’s a desperate sort of hesitance to it.
My gut swoops, skin shivering against this impossible connection building between us and sucking the air from the room.
Charles’s grip on my hand twitches tighter.
Grounding me. Stopping me from free-falling into whatever this feeling swelling in my chest is.
A moan escapes me, and it’s like the sound triggers Charles to act. He pushes onto his toes, free hand balling up my T-shirt, and fucking claims me. Confidence, possession, and need all come through, clearly laid out and ready for me to pick up and reciprocate.
I’m totally on board with this new development.
With one arm wrapped around his waist, I walk us toward the shower stalls. I’ve barely got us into the first one, door pulled closed behind us, before Charles shoves me back against the wall.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he says, voice rough, before he draws my bottom lip between his teeth. “I’ve been dying for this.”
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“If you wanted to kiss me, you would have.”
He’s giving me way too much credit. “Like you did, you mean?”
“Shut up.” A whine plays in his throat. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
I grab his ass and pull him between my legs. “Kiss me, Zeke. Fuck me, Zeke. Anything else, Your Highness?”
“I want you to make me come.”
“Yes,” I rasp. “You and all these good ideas. Goddamn genius.”
“Then get to work.”
My tongue dives back into his mouth because now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t bring myself to stop.
Every part of his body lines up against mine, and I hold him close as my hands roam, hungrily mapping out whatever part of him I can reach.
My cock is thickening at the promise of some action, and apparently, Charles is done taking his time because he reaches for my shirt and yanks it over my head.
“Do I need to remind you of the limited time again? I’ll be pissed if someone interrupts this,” he says.
“Desperate for my cock, huh?”
“You have no idea.” His hand closes over my length, and he moans. “I’m not above begging.”
“As much as I’d love to hear that, it’s completely unnecessary.”
He shudders against me, and it never fails to turn me on so completely when he does that.
I flip us so he’s against the wall, then help him out of his T-shirt as well. Our naked torsos press together, and I can’t stop myself from kissing him again. The spitfire mouth is purring under my lips, giving way to the soft, needy Charles I’ve come to know all these months.
He works open his own pants and pushes them down, so I hurry to follow his lead.
My cock is desperate to be free, and as soon as I push my sweats down, it bounces back against my abs.
I kick the clothes aside and then step in, lining my naked body up with Charles’s and trying not to whine when our cocks make contact.
“So, how do we do this?” I ask between breath-stealing kisses.
He holds a condom up between two fingers. “You put this on. I’ve taken care of the rest.”
I take it, somewhat confused. “When you say ‘taken care’ …”
“My hole is stretched and lubed.”
Oh, goddamn, that’s a thought. My cock throbs at the image of Charles sinking his fingers inside of himself, madly stretching that tight muscle so it’s ready for me.
I pant by his ear. “Were you wearing my hoodie while you did that?”
His chin juts forward, and my gut swoops happily.
“You were, weren’t you?”
“M-maybe.”
My cock feels like steel as I palm his ass and sneak a finger into his crease.
“Is this what you did?” I ask. My fingertip passes over his slick hole, and he shudders against me again.
“Did you rub yourself right here?” I press in, and after the slightest resistance, his ass swallows me to the knuckle.
Fuck. I almost nut there and then with how incredible it feels.
“Zeke.” His ass clenches around me.
“I want to see it.” I gasp. “I want a video of you on your back, in my hoodie, with your fingers buried in your hole.”
His nails bite into my shoulders. “Yes.”
“Will you touch yourself?”
“Yes … Fuck, I’ll give you anything.” He pushes back on the digit lodged inside him. “Just fuck me.”
“You didn’t ask nicely.”
“Please. Oh, yes, please.”
My teeth sink into his earlobe. “Turn around, Charlie,” I growl.