Chapter 32
It’s my last weekend in New Jersey, and it’s been a tough week.
I’ve cried almost every day, and I’m sure I’ll cry more leading up to the very day of my flight.
I can hear Liam and Carson’s footsteps as they race around Carson’s penthouse.
Getting everything ready for my going-away party that I told them both I didn’t want.
I was afraid it would make me even sadder.
But they insisted, saying it also doubles as a party to celebrate my making podium; Liam whined that we never got to truly celebrate together, so I said ok.
I just hope I can keep it together and not cry in front of everyone.
I try to fluff my hair up a bit more in the mirror, Jules jumps into my lap, and I give him scratches behind his ears.
I’m going to miss his little purrs. I’ve been hiding out, getting ready in Carson’s bathroom.
I peek out into the hallway as people start arriving.
I can hear Dillan and Avery yelling from here.
Always the two loudest in the room, well, maybe Liam has them beat.
“Hey Champ!” Avery yells, pulling me into a hug when I finally come out into the living room that’s decorated with black and pink balloons. There’s a cake on the table with a picture of me kissing my silver medal, I’m hoping to turn into gold at the Olympics.
“Hey, Avery.” I chuckle.
“It’s good to see you, cutie,” He grins.
“Avery,” Carson warns, still blowing up a balloon.
“Jesus Christ, can’t I compliment the guy?”
“Fuck no. Go get the drinks, please. Make yourself useful, you haven’t scored in three games.” Carson retorted, making me and Sam laugh.
Avery’s been having a tough couple of games leading up to the playoffs, but the boys are expected to make it to the finals.
When they do, I’ll certainly be coming back to support Carson.
Though he told me not to, to just focus on spending time with my parents before my Olympic training starts.
I’ve already got so many obligations waiting for me back home since becoming my country’s biggest hope for gold.
This is going to be the toughest era of my career, but I don’t care.
I know how much it would mean to him, and there’s no way I’m missing it.
“Congrats, buddy!” Sam chuckles as Avery walks off toward the drinks.
“Thank you, Sam, and thanks for putting the watch party together, that was very kind of you.”
“Of course! You kicked ass, Dillan almost broke the fucking table when you made that last jump,” He says, and Carson laughs, “my wife wanted to kill us.”
“Hey! That table can definitely hold me!” Dillan scoffs from the other side of the room, where Carson has him putting up garland.
“Well, I’m glad you guys made it without breaking anything,” I chuckle.
“Congratulations, Julian,” Kane says.
“Thank you,” I say, looking over to Carson just in time to catch him rolling his eyes.
After Kelly and Kevin return with more alcohol, we all get settled in, everyone chatting in different corners of the room.
I stand off to the side in the kitchen, watching everyone.
How did I even come to mean anything to half the people here?
I bite my lip, thinking how I can’t believe they even showed up for me.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Carson says behind me, sending me into the air.
“You scared the shit out of me!” I say as he laughs.
“Being a little hermit?” Carson says, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I’m going to miss this the most.
“Maybe,” I whine low when he kisses my neck.
“I hope you like it.” He whispers into my ear.
“I love it, thank you, Carson.”
“Don’t thank me, you deserve to be celebrated. They hate to see you go. I hate to see you go.” He says.
“I don’t want to cry, please.”
“Ok, I’m sorry, baby.” He chuckles.
“I’m going to miss you. So much. I’m going to miss all of this.” I breathe. Carson turns me around and cups my face gently.
“I’m going to miss you too, my love. I’ll come see you and your parents as soon as the season is over, I promise.”
Little does he know I’m going to come back and see him first. I know he’s going to take his team to the finals. I know. He’s an amazing captain. I hope he doesn’t feel too much pressure, though. He’s been looking a little more stressed than usual lately, and I’m sure that’s the reason.
I hate to leave him alone right now.
“Hey, you two love birds!” Liam says drunkenly, breaking us up. I laugh, shaking my head at him. He’s having the best time out of any of us here. Kevin has been trying to wrangle him since his first drink. Liam’s quite the lightweight.
“Liam, how much did you drink?” I giggle at his swaying.
“Not much! Screw that though!” He says, “What am I gonna do without you, my sweet sweet angel!” He pulls me into a tight hug and away from Carson, who is laughing.
“I’m going to miss you, Liam,” I assure him.
“I’m gonna miss you too, pumpkin,” He says, kissing me on the cheek.
“I’m also gonna miss you, pumpkin!” Kelly says, a pout on her face as she walks over to us, “I wish we could’ve hung out more.”
“Me too, I’m sorry.” I frown.
“Aw, don’t be sorry, babe. We’ll see each other again for sure.” She winks at me, an unspoken message between us. We had a little chat earlier in the night about meeting up to support Carson if the guys make it to the cup finals.
When they make it.
* * *
“You don’t have to clean up, baby, I got it,” Carson says, taking the empty bottles out of my hand.
“I want to help.” I huff.
The party went well, and I got to say goodbye to everyone.
My coach and Holly even stopped by later in the night.
I’ve been watching Carson clean the aftermath from the couch for long enough.
Me and Jules already watched two full episodes of a random netflix show.
I feel weird not doing anything, but he insists I relax.
That I shouldn’t be cleaning up my own party.
I reach down to pick up a plastic cup that has fallen onto the floor, and Carson grabs my wrists. He pulls me into him and holds me tightly, “You just don’t listen at all, do you?”
I roll my eyes, “Well, maybe if you’d just let me help.”
“Alright, fine, I have the perfect thing you can help with.” He smirks, walking us back, until I’m flush with the dining room table.
“What?” I gasp.
“We’ve got so much cake left, it’s a shame to waste it.” A smile forms slowly across his face. Carson presses his lips to mine, the kiss leaving me dizzy. He pulls my shirt off before I can regain any sense I have left, and lifts me onto the surface.
“Carson!” I yelp, gripping his bicep.
“You said you wanted to help.” He grins.
“I do…” I say, looking away. We haven’t had much sex since the first time because he’s been so busy with the team. So, I still get shy, not yet used to this part of our relationship.
“Ok, so be a good boy and help me then,” Carson whispers into my ear, and lays me down gently against the hardwood, it’s cool under my heated skin. I lift my hips as he pulls my pants and underwear off in one swift motion.
He’s eager, like he’s been waiting for this all night long.
“Look at you.” He says, gazing down at me, his eyes hungry and low.
Carson pulls the cake, or what’s left of it, over to my exposed body. My eyes widen as he swipes two of his fingers through the cream and brings them to his lips before licking them clean, with long and slow laps. My breath hitches watching his every move.
“Your turn.” He smirks.
I have no idea what that means, but I want it so bad.
To be good for him.
“Jaeyoung, please…” I whimper, waiting.
“Fuck baby…Don’t beg me like that.” He groans and begins spreading the cake all over my trembling body, groping my chest as he goes.
I thread my fingers in his hair and whine when he bends over me, playing with my nipple between his teeth.
His hands hot as he grasps my leaking erection.
I choke, arching my back when he starts to twist his fists, using the cream as a lubricant.
This is so dirty.
But it feels so good.
And it feels even better when Carson suddenly leans down and takes me into his mouth, his tongue wrapping around my dick.
The wet, heat consuming me instantly. I can’t even form a thought, all I can do is writhe and moan.
He bobs his head up and down, taking me all the way into his throat and holding it there for a little before performing the motion again and again.
My body doesn’t feel like my own, it feels like it belongs to him. I’m so far gone, and I love being wherever he’s taking me.
“Oh! Carson wait! I’m going to…” I whine, my back curving away from the table.
He pulls off with a wet pop before licking a trail of spit down to my hole, “Mmm, so you do taste good.” He purrs.
I turn my head to see him take another handful of cream. He gently enters one of his fingers into me, a mewl escapes my lips when his tongue joins it. He works me open with his spit and the cake until I can take another finger. The air is knocked out of my lungs as he hits that bundle of nerves.
This is definitely his body.
It’s under his command.
Carson toys with me until I’m a sobbing, sticky mess. I can feel him smiling against my skin; he’s enjoying himself so much seeing me like this.
“Please, Please!” I moan. My eyes roll back as he uses his other hand to relieve my aching erection, and I cum all over myself in hot ropes, gasping for air. My back is going to be in so much fucking pain from the way I’m arching right now, but I don’t care.
“You did so good.” He smiles, kissing slowly, all over my inner thighs.
Carson returns to his full height and licks a long stripe of my cum mixed with the sweet dessert from his hand. The glint in his eyes, and the thick, hard imprint of his dick, tells me he’s not done yet.
“Now, do you wanna come get on your knees and finish helping me, baby?”
“Yes.” I whimper, still trembling.
It’s going to be a very, very long night.