Chapter - Carter #2
I smile and nod. God, I love her. She’s one of those friends who always has my back, no matter what. Life pulls people in different directions, and we’ve drifted a bit over the years, but now that I’m in New York, I know we’ll see more of each other again.
I glance toward the stage and catch Nate packing up. I shoot him a quick look, and he meets my eyes with a subtle smile. That small glance is all we need. A moment later, he starts walking toward the back of the venue.
I wait about a minute, then follow.
We meet near the bathrooms, and before I can say anything, Nate looks at me and says, “We are not fooling around in a bathroom.”
I smirk and nod toward the hallway. “Look over there. That closet? It looks private.”
Nate follows my gaze, then grins. “Let’s go.”
We practically speed-walk to the closet and slip inside, closing the door behind us. The second it clicks shut, our lips crash together.
It’s intense, urgent like we’ve been holding this in all night. Our bodies press against each other, and I feel him harden against my leg, which I’m sure he feels me, too. I want to touch him everywhere, but I know this has to be fast. Just enough to take the edge off.
We keep kissing, deep and breathless, for what feels like five straight minutes before finally pulling apart, foreheads still pressed together.
“I don’t want this to end here,” I whisper. “Are you coming over after the event? ”
Nate looks down for a second, then back up at me with soft eyes. “Do you want to come to my place? We can Uber to Newark. It’s only about forty-five minutes.”
I smile. “Absolutely. I’d love to see your place.”
We kiss one more time, gentle this time but still full of fire, then quietly slip out of the closet.
But the second the door opens, I freeze.
Josh Miller is standing just a few feet away, clearly on his way to the bathroom. His eyes dart from me to Nate, then back to me. And then…he smiles.
A wave of panic shoots through me. My heart pounds. My stomach knots. I feel exposed. I can sense Nate noticing my reaction, and he subtly steps back, giving me space.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I blurt out, even though it obviously is what it looks like.
Josh raises his eyebrows, still calm, still smiling. “Dude, I don’t care what you were doing in there. But if it’s what I think it was…I want you to know I love you no matter what. We’re not just football friends; we’re real friends. And I care about you.”
He pauses, then adds, “I saw the way you looked at him during his set. I had a feeling something was going on.”
The anxiety in my chest starts to ease. My heart rate slows. My hands stop shaking.
I look at Josh and mumble, “Love you, man.” Not knowing what else to say.
Josh smiles again. “Love you too, dude. Now I’m going to the bathroom, and don’t worry. This isn’t my business. I won’t say a word. But if anyone ever gives you shit? I’ve got your back.”
As Josh disappears into the bathroom, Nate turns to me with gentle eyes and says, “Are you okay? That must’ve been a lot.”
I let out a small breath. “Yeah…I wasn’t expecting that. But honestly? If there’s anyone on the team I’d feel comfortable knowing, it’s him. So, in a weird way, I’m glad he knows now.”
Nate smiles, clearly relieved. “That’s good. Okay, how about this? I’ll head back to Mel, you go rejoin your crew, and then we meet up in about fifteen minutes. Just take a left when you leave and walk a block down. I’ll find you.”
I nod, heart still racing but lighter now. “Perfect.”
When I get back to Becky, she’s already cozied up to Marcus, her hand on his arm, laughing at something he said. I lean in and whisper, “I’m sneaking out to meet Nate; we’re heading back to his place.”
She grins, totally unfazed, and winks. “Go. I have my hands full with Marcus anyway.”
I smirk and say quietly, “Take care of my boy tonight. He deserves a celebration.”
She gives me a playful salute as I step back into the group. I linger for a few more minutes, making small talk, waiting for the right moment. When no one’s looking, I slip away. As I reach the exit, I glance over my shoulder; only Becky sees me leave, and she gives me a slight, knowing nod.
Once I’m outside, I text Nate: “Heading to the corner now.”
A few minutes later, we meet under a streetlight, our smiles instant. Without a word, we climb into the Uber he clearly called ahead of time.
As we settle into the back seat, I rest my hand on his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin through the smooth fabric of his pants. “So…what do we do now?” I ask, my voice low. “It’s a pretty long ride.”
Nate rolls his eyes playfully. “Forty-five minutes isn’t that long. But it’s the perfect amount of time for two episodes of Schitt’s Creek.”
His eyes light up as he pulls out his phone and opens the streaming app.
He pops in one AirPod, hands me the other, and presses play.
I keep tracing small circles on his leg while the first episode begins.
I’ve seen these early episodes before, but watching them with Nate and seeing how much he loves this weird, wholesome little show, I start to get it.
And honestly, if he keeps reading Harry Potter, I’ll happily keep watching this.
After two full episodes, the Uber pulls up in front of Nate’s walk-up apartment. As we climb the stairs, I can’t help but laugh to myself. Good for him for doing this every day; meanwhile, I’m winded, which is ridiculous considering I basically do cardio for a living.
He unlocks the door and leads me into his place, clearly excited to show it off. It’s decently sized, with a small kitchen that has some seriously old appliances, but the charm is there. He walks me through it room by room, giving little explanations like he’s been waiting to have someone over.
The living room is clean; well, mostly. A couple of socks are on the floor, but that just adds to the lived-in feel.
There’s a big TV mounted on the wall and a couch that looks worn out.
He takes me to the bedroom, a tight space mostly because of the queen-sized bed that dominates it.
There’s a makeshift closet rack in the corner and a single nightstand.
It’s already close to 11 p.m. when we look at each other and, in perfect sync, both say, “Shower?”
We laugh, already starting to strip down. I kick off my shoes and peel off my shirt, watching him do the same. When he turns to guide me to the bathroom, I nearly trip on myself, mainly because I’m too busy staring at his sculpted ass.
“Careful,” he chuckles, catching me with a hand on my shoulder.
We step into the shower, and he turns the knob all the way into extremely hot territory.
“Holy fuck, too hot!” I yelp, jumping back.
He laughs and gently guides me in front of him, under the stream, with a hand on my waist. I reach to turn the heat down, and as I do, I feel him kneel behind me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, surprised yet curious.
“Relax,” Nate murmurs.
His hands part me slightly, and what follows sends a shockwave through my entire body.
I feel his warm tongue on the opening to my ass, which triggers an intense sensation that I've never felt before.
He moves his tongue in a slow, circular motion around my hole while opening my cheeks a little wider.
I let out a loud, “This is fucking amazing!”
As he continues, I look down to my hard dick and start stroking. I brace myself against the wall, a low groan escaping my lips as I try to enjoy the new sensation. I can’t help stroking myself, feeling overwhelmed.
When I’m about to climax, Nate swats my hand away with a sly “Patience.”
Then he stands and pulls me into a kiss, and somehow, it doesn’t even gross me out.
We quickly wash each other's bodies, shampoo each other’s hair, and look at each other with extreme lust.
Once we’re clean and dry, we speed to the bedroom.
We get into his bedroom, and Nate gives me this flirtatious, hungry smile before asking, “Do you want to have sex?”
The question catches me off guard. I feel a flicker of nerves because I’ve never really had sex before.
Not to completion. It’s always been rushed, awkward, over before it began because I couldn’t stay hard.
But this feels different. He feels different.
With Nate, I’m still hard. Still excited. So, I nod.
I don’t know what position I’d prefer, but luckily, Nate’s clearly done this before. He takes control without hesitation, grabbing a condom and a bottle of lube from his nightstand. As he strokes himself to full hardness, he forcefully guides me onto my back.
My legs are suddenly over his shoulders, bent toward the headboard.
I feel exposed but also aroused. Nate douses his fingers in lube, then presses one finger against my hole, massaging slowly before slipping it inside.
It’s careful, and slowly, he starts motioning his finger in and out.
Then comes a second finger, and still, no pain.
Maybe it’s because he already warmed me up in the shower.
He locks eyes with me and asks, “You ready for me?”
I glance down at his smooth, fully erect cock and help him roll the condom on, guiding it toward my entrance. I feel the pressure as the head pushes in, and then, a wave of pleasure pulses through me like electricity.
Nate moves slowly, in and out, and every thrust sends a jolt through my entire body. I have to stop touching myself because if I keep going, this won’t last more than a few seconds.
“Go faster,” I beg.
He obeys. The pace picks up. My moans become louder, uncontrolled.
I can’t even meet his gaze; my eyes roll back from the overwhelming sensation.
I feel him deep inside me, the slap of his balls against my ass driving me wild.
I stroke myself again, just the tip, feeling every pleasurable nerve with extreme intensity.
After a few minutes, I pant out, “I can’t hold it. I think I’m gonna blow.”
He locks eyes with me, full of lust, and suddenly thrusts deep with a force that rocks the bed.
It’s like we explode together; my moan echoes his, and I come hard across my chest, trembling from the release.
At the same time, I feel the warmth of his climax fill the condom inside me.
I can’t help but feel so turned on by Nate finishing inside me.
When it’s over, he pulls out slowly and collapses beside me, both of us catching our breath.
After a few minutes of just lying there, catching our breath, I roll over to face Nate. My chest is still rising and falling as I say, “I cannot believe I’ve been missing that my whole life.”
Nate raises an eyebrow and smiles. “Wait…have you not done that before?”
I start to blush, but strangely, I also feel completely at ease. “I’ve done a lot of sexual things,” I admit. “I’ve been with girls before, but it never felt real. And I’ve given and received blowjobs with guys, but never like that. Not like this. Not with this kind of intensity.”
Nate shifts onto his side, clearly listening, not judging.
I continue, “I’ve also never felt this comfortable before with anyone. Usually, right before something sexual, my brain goes into overdrive. Intrusive thoughts, spiraling doubts, all of it. And then, my dick just softens.”
His hand brushes gently over my chest, which makes me feel heard.
“I just can’t tell you how great this was,” I whisper. “And how badly I want it again,” I smirk. “Maybe next time I can flip you over and put it in you.”
Nate lets out a short laugh, “If we’re being honest…I’ve been fucked a few times,” he says. “It’s not something I love, but I’m open to trying it again. That said, I usually prefer to be the one doing the fucking.”
I grin and shrug. “Well, if we’re being honest, I prefer to be the one getting fucked. So…I think we’ve got ourselves a pretty good situation here.”
Nate laughs and pulls me in close. “Yeah,” he says softly. “You’re not wrong.”