36. Will
WILL
That was undoubtedly the best sex of my life.
My mind keeps replaying every moment—the way Porter’s body responded to mine, the sounds he made when I entered him for the first time.
I truly lost myself in him—literally and figuratively.
His hole sucked me in and him wearing my jersey with his thong had me mesmerized.
The heat of him, the way he arched his back when I found that spot inside him… it’s burned into my memory now.
Good thing my normal hookup rules don’t apply with him because the thought of not repeating that experience would be devastating. I need to do it again, as soon as he’s ready. Hopefully tomorrow.
Porter’s been so busy lately, his classwork in the second half of the semester has been much more demanding, and he said something about the coffee shop losing some employees so his hours have increased there as well.
Even though he hasn’t ignored me since I brought over the flowers, it’s still been hard not to read into it when he can’t hang out all the time like we did before spring break.
“Hey,” I murmur.
“Hmm?” he hums, still tucked into me.
“Want to come to my game on Friday? My parents will be there, you could meet them, and it’s also likely when I’ll score my one hundredth career point. I’ve only got two more to go, and I have my lucky cum-jersey now.”
“Oh my god, Will. Don’t call it that.” He laughs in my arms. “But, uh, I don’t think I can. I work on Fridays after class, which you know because you’re a stalker.”
“Can you get someone to cover for you?” I’m asking a lot of him, but I’d really like him there, and my parents would love to meet him. My mom keeps asking for updates, but I don’t have any to really give her. It’s not like I’m going to tell my parents we fixed everything by swapping blowjobs.
“I can try, but I can’t promise anything.”
“I suppose I’ll survive if you can’t,” I say with a dramatic sigh.
“Now who’s being a brat,” Porter teases.
I laugh, squeezing him closer to me. “Your attitude must be rubbing off on me a little, huh?”
Today should be exciting—it is exciting—it just sucks that Porter isn’t here to watch and celebrate with me.
I hate that he has to work. I’m at the point where I honestly just want to pay for everything in his life so he has nothing to do except spend more time with me.
I know that’s a ridiculous thought, and he’d never go for it, but damn, would it make my life more fun.
Will
Just an update that I didn’t wash my jersey after I fucked you in it. It’s gonna be my good luck charm today since you’re not here
Porter
Is this one of those superstitions? If you win does that mean you’ll have to fuck me in it before every game?
I laugh, but I like where his head’s at.
Will
It could be. But you better hydrate, Kitten. If I score 2+ points, I’m fucking you for hours tonight
I haven’t seen him since Sunday outside of class, and his ass is damn near the only thing I’ve been able to think about.
Not that Porter consuming my thoughts is new.
He’s all I’ve been able to think about since the cabin.
No, before it. He’s addicting, and I truly can’t get enough of him.
I’m not sure how I’ll manage this summer.
I’ve yet to ask him what he’s doing, but I kind of want to kidnap him and keep him tied up in my bed—that’s how feral he makes me.
Porter
My ass is willing and ready, Daddy ;)
Oh fuck, just reading that name has my dick perking up, but I can’t get lost in thoughts of sinking inside of his body.
Warm-ups start in a few minutes, I really should not be sexting Porter in the locker room.
I lock my phone and try to focus on preparing for the game.
The guys know today is a big one for me, and I’m sure they’ll try to do what they can to help me out, but I still have plenty of time, and my focus is more on getting the win.
After the pre-game speech from coach, we head outside to the field and go through our stretching and warm-up drills before the game starts. We get off to a slow start, and by the time the first half is over, I only have one point racked up.
I’ve got the second half, but the game is closer than I’d like.
I’m not panicking at all, I’m sure I’ll get another point, but if I don’t, it’ll be okay too.
We have another game. But there is the nagging awareness of my parents in the stands, of the guys hyping me up between goals, and that I really wish Porter could have made it.
I can’t stop thinking about him instead of the game in front of me, but I try my best to stay present in the moment.
The second half I manage to come out stronger and more focused.
Nathan feeds me the ball early in the third quarter, and I get a clean look but shoot wide.
Close. The crowd groans with me in the stands, but I don’t let it get to me.
I reset, shake it off, and continue the game more determined than ever.
Finally, in the fourth quarter, our defense causes a turnover.
Peters comes up with the ball, pushing it up the field to Cam.
Their guys are checking Cam on the way down the field, but Cam keeps possession.
He passes me the ball next, and instead of forcing a shot on goal, I make the smart pass to Tim.
Tim’s defender isn’t letting him get by, repeatedly checking his hands.
He clears out, and I cut hard to the crease.
Tim finds me right back, and I catch the ball in stride, burying it in the net before the goalie can recover.
Goal!
Holy shit, I did it.
I fucking did it!
My one hundredth point before my junior year season ends.
My eyes shoot up to the stands, once again wishing Porter was here.
I find my parents jumping up and down, cheering and hugging each other.
I try to focus on the positives, that they were here to see it, that I was able to pull it off at all.
It’s a huge feat, and I’m damn proud of myself.
To make things even better, we also win the game.
When we get back to the locker room, everyone’s in a great mood. Teammates slap my back and congratulate me as I head straight to my locker, and I immediately pull out my phone, not even bothering to shed any of my gear.
Will
2 points. And a win. Jersey is good luck so you better get that ass ready for me ;P
Fuuuck, I wish he were here right now. It would make this whole thing so much sweeter, but knowing I get to celebrate with him this weekend is almost as good.
As soon as I finish showering and change, I head outside to find my parents waiting right outside the locker room. My mom pulls me into a hug as soon as she sees me.
“One hundred,” she says into my shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, Will!”
My dad pulls me into a hug with him next. “Hell of a second half, son! You did great out there. It’s so great getting to watch you play.”
“Are you free tonight? We’d love to take you out for dinner before you celebrate with your friends,” Mom asks.
“Yeah, absolutely I can do that.” The team celebrations are always the same drunk night at a bar.
I like the idea of doing something a little different to acknowledge my accomplishment.
Besides, my parents took the afternoon off to be here, and there’s only one person I’d rather celebrate with, but he’s at work right now.
“Great, how about Sunset Bistro?” my dad suggests.
“Sounds good.”
We walk to the parking lot, and I get into their car. The moment the doors are closed, my mom turns to me, “So, how are things going with your love life?”
“Mom, you know I don’t have a love life,” I dismiss, but for some reason, it feels like a lie.
“Well, you did call for advice about a boy, soooo that was something.”
She’s right. I just don’t know how to answer. Still. I sigh, sinking further into the seat, feeling ashamed. “I don’t know, he’s a really great friend. He couldn’t come tonight because he had to work, but I would’ve loved for you to meet him.”
“Well, maybe next time,” my dad suggests.
“Yeah, maybe.”
I pull out my phone and see Porter texted me back.
Porter
Only two? Cutting it a little close there…
I chuckle, trying to think of a flirty response, except when we pull into a lot near the restaurant, I look up from my phone and immediately clock Porter walking this way about half a block ahead of us, side by side with Josie, the two of them in their own world.
He’s got his hands tucked in his jacket pocket, head tilted toward her while she talks with her hands like she always does. He hasn’t seen me.
As soon as we stop the car, I scramble out and call out, “Porter! Josie, hey!”
I’m vaguely aware of my parents getting out of the car behind me. I’m sure they’ll put two and two together in no time. He must’ve got out early from work.
“Oh, hey!” Porter says, looking surprised to see me. Josie echoes his greeting with a big smile.
“I was just about to text you back. How was work, P?”
“So slow. Josie stopped by, and my manager told me I could leave early, so she convinced me to grab dinner, and honestly I couldn’t imagine cooking tonight.” He glances at my mom again, and I realize I’m being an idiot.
“Sorry, Mom, Dad, this is Porter. And Josie.”
My mom steps forward with the biggest smile like she’s been waiting for this exact moment her entire life. “Porter, it’s so lovely to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She says it warmly, but I notice Porter’s brow tick up slightly. “Nice to meet you, too, Josie.”
“You too, Mrs. Carter! Are you going to dinner too?” Josie asks, looking between all of us with barely concealed delight.
I know that look. That’s her “this is the best day of my life” look.
The same one she wore when she convinced Porter we had to watch TV in his room.
That worked out pretty well for me though, so I just smirk as I wait to see what she’s thinking.
“Yes, Sunset Bistro,” my mom confirms.
“Oh my god, we’re also going there,” Josie says, which I’m thinking might have been a lie. She hooks her arm through Porter’s before he can say a word.
“We should all eat together!” my mom suggests eagerly. “It’s a celebration dinner after all—I’m not sure if you heard but Will got his hundredth point tonight!”
Josie beams. “That’s amazing! Congrats! We would love to join you, if that’s alright, Will?”
“Yeah, of course. I’d love that,” I hurry to agree, flashing Porter a big smile. My parents will love him, and now I get to hang out with him before tonight. I’m thrilled.
Porter opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Josie is already steering him toward the door, giving me a look over her shoulder that says “you’re welcome” with absolutely zero subtlety.
And my parents follow behind me.
“This is going to be fun,” my mom leans in and whispers in my ear.