Chapter Sixteen Los Angeles
Nobody complained this deep into the season, because complaining about extra reps was how you told a coach you’d stopped caring about winning. Piper never complained anyway. He threw until his arm felt like it was about to break off in the most gruesome fashion possible.
Most of the team had left practice already. Training staff were packing up for the day.
Piper sat at his locker, his phone sat on the bench like it might bite him if he looked at it directly.
The phone buzzed.
He picked it up, it was Noah.
A photo of Noah’s cock, semi hard, taken right there in a locker room mirror up the coast in Seattle. No caption, just the cock staring right at Piper.
Joan, how are we going to respond to his cock? Shit, there is only one way to reply. Say something hot and then send a dick pic, right?
Piper’s thumb hovered.
He started typing. When can he enter me again? He hit send.
Another message came in. Not Noah this time, but Vivienne.
Jayson’s assistant, Patty, sent me an amended section from the contract. He thinks you are up to something. We need to determine if this contract is still worth it. He mentioned the original morality clause. Call me.
Piper set the phone down. Ten million a year. Sponsor obligations, league appearances, a very public image that couldn’t afford cracks. One leaked photo or screenshot of text messages and the morality clause would torch the whole deal.
The silence was broken only by the distant hum of the HVAC system. He stared at the dark phone, and opened the photo of Noah’s cock again.
He closed Noah’s thread and his thumb moved before he could stop it.
He shifted on the bench, glanced once toward the empty row of lockers, and reached down to pull his compression pants down just enough to get the job done.
The cool air hit his cock. He angled the phone low, thumb hovering over the shutter.
He was semi hard at that point and growing.
He suddenly heard footsteps behind him.
Tank’s voice cut through the quiet from the far end of the row of lockers. “Forgot my fucking keys, what are you still doing here?”
Piper froze, cock out, phone angled down, heart slamming against his ribs.
For one sick second he pictured the headline, the fine print of the morality clause, the ten million vanishing and his entire career with it.
He yanked his pants back up in one rough motion and set the phone down on the bench as if nothing had happened.
“Oh shit, Piper, what the fuck are you doing?” Tank laughed.
“Needed a new dick pic. You know how it is.” Piper struggled to generate a fake laugh.
Tank paused for a second, then chuckled low. “Jesus fucking Christ, Piper. Lock the door next time. Hope the dick pic gets you what you need.” He let out a laugh as he headed for the exit.
The door clicked shut.
Piper sat there, pulse still racing, the almost-dick-pic burning in his chest like a live wire. He didn’t take the photo. He didn’t send anything. He just gazed at the lockers opposite for a moment.
He finished packing his things, laced his shoes, and walked out of the building into the late afternoon.
He got into the car.
Wouldn’t It Be Nice by the Beach Boys came over the speakers. His parents had loved this song.
Piper suddenly felt the meaning of the lyrics in a new way. The promise of something that you wanted at the moment but the circumstances were constrained.
He drove home the short route, windows up, the familiar melody sitting heavy in his chest. The drive gave him too much time to think about the contract, the new morality clause.
One wrong move, one leaked screenshot, and everything he had built would burn.
He gripped the wheel tighter until his knuckles turned white.
By the time he pulled into his driveway, the feeling remained. He killed the engine and sat there in the sudden quiet, staring at the dark phone on the passenger seat.
Joan, we have a dick pic to reshoot.
***
Piper took ten dick pics before he found the perfect angle and lighting, which was in his walk in closet. He hit send at eleven-ten PM.
At eleven-eleven, it was Noah. FaceTime.
Piper answered from bed.
Noah’s face filled the screen. That beautiful smile. Already half-hard in a pair of gray sweats, no shirt, phone propped against something off-screen.
“Pull that cock back out for me.”
“No hello?” Piper said as he unzipped his jeans.
“Show me. Start stroking that cock for me like a filthy secret.”
Piper set his phone on the nightstand. Pulled his briefs off. Already half-hard from the first word. He propped himself back against the pillows, legs spread, cock resting heavy against his stomach.
“There.”
“Jesus Christ, Ashton.”
Piper watched Noah shove his own sweats down. His cock springing up, already wet. One fist moving slowly, stroking it.
“Spit on your fingers,” Noah ordered while Piper spat into his palm.
“Stick a finger in your ass.”
Piper reached down and pushed one finger deep. The stretch burned.
“Deeper.”
“Fuck.”
“Now two.”
Piper added the second finger and it hit the spot. His whole body jerked off the mattress.
“Good boy,” Noah said as he stroked his cock watching Piper finger himself.
“Fuck, Noah, I wish you were here.”
“Got any toys?” Noah asked.
Piper knew he had a decent-sized dildo in his dresser drawer. He opened the drawer with the hand that was not fingering his asshole. He grabbed the rather large silicone dildo and covered it with lube.
He had purchased it two years prior and used it occasionally.
Noah’s voice went low.
“Fuck yourself with it.”
Piper straddled it and held the base. Lowered himself onto it an inch at a time. The stretch was more intense than his fingers. He bit the inside of his cheek to stay quiet. His hole was already ready and opened up from the fingering. He sank down, every inch buried in, thighs shaking already.
“Fuck, look at you.”
“Noah.”
“Take the whole thing. Like it’s me.”
Piper moved slowly at first, then rode the dildo faster. Fucking himself down onto the dildo in a rhythm, his cock bouncing, wet and leaking against his stomach. Noah was stroking himself to Piper.
“Bite your wrist.”
“What.”
“Bite your wrist, Ashton. Keep yourself quiet.”
Piper bit down on his own wrist. Hard enough to taste skin. He fucked himself down onto the dildo faster. Noah watched him the whole time, fist moving fast now against his cock.
“Next time we are in the same city, I’m bending you over and giving you the real thing.”
Piper came without a hand on his cock. Sudden and violent. Cum shooting up his chest and stomach while his hole clenched around the dildo buried deep inside him. He bit down on his own wrist hard enough to leave a dark mark and draw blood.
Noah came seconds later, painting his own stomach and abs with cum, head thrown back, mouth open, a broken sound breaking out of him.
For what seemed like an eternity, neither of them moved. Piper released his wrist. Bite mark throbbing red, already starting to bruise.
Noah looked at the camera.
“Still think you’re the control freak now that I’m calling the plays?”
“Shut up.”
“Sleep well, sexy. Can I take you to Xanadu again tomorrow?” Noah laughed.
“You are too fucking much, Noah.” Piper hung up with a grin.
The screen went dark.
Piper lay there, dildo still inside him, cum cooling on his chest, bite mark throbbing, a bit of blood dripping from his wrist.
Joan, how the fuck am I going to explain this wrist?