41. Porter
PORTER
“He was definitely the best player, right?” I ask Josie and Carrie, who I dragged along to this game with me.
“We don’t know the rules any more than you do,” Josie reminds me.
“He seemed to have the ball a lot though!” Carrie adds in a cheery tone. “And he scored multiple times. So I would vote yes. He’s got to be the best one.”
I smile and my phone vibrates in my pocket.
Will
Come to the locker room?
“Uh, Will wants me to find him in the locker room. Not sure if you can come or…” I trail off, and Josie laughs.
“Tell Will we said hello and congratulations on winning. We’re going to go get dinner. I assume you’ll stay with Will, but text us if you want to meet up?”
I nod. “Sounds good, thanks for coming with me to watch.”
“Of course, go get your man!” Josie encourages, as she and Carrie get up to leave.
Porter
Coming!
I walk down the bleachers and see a bunch of people standing around one area that I assume is the locker room, so I text Will as I join them.
Porter
I think I’m right outside. Should I wait here or?
What feels like only moments after I send the text, Will is opening the door with a huge smile lighting up his face. “Hey, babe! I’m so glad you came. Come in here for a sec, I want to show you off to the guys.”
He grabs my hand and leads me into the locker room of half-dressed athletes, and my stomach drops. What the fuck is he doing?
“Listen up, assholes, I need to tell you all something,” he shouts, still holding my hand.
Okay, looks like Will is going for another dramatic coming-out moment in front of a bunch of his teammates. Neat.
Hopefully this one goes as well as the speech in class, it’s kind of insane that only yesterday I thought we had no chance of a future and now I’m walking into his locker room as his boyfriend.
Will loves me, I remind myself for at least the hundredth time today.
I didn’t say it back yet. Honestly the shift from unrequited crush to boyfriend has been a lot to wrap my head around, but I know I’ll tell him soon.
I think I’ve loved him for a while now. I was just trying my best not to.
I don’t have to hold myself back anymore.
Will clears his throat, and I try to focus on him, but I’m a little nervous with all the jocks in here. I know I’m stereotyping again, and Will definitely proved not all athletes are homophobic, but my nerves are not logic-based.
“’Sup man?” one of his teammates asks. Everyone slowly stops their conversations and what they’re doing, turning to look at Will and me. He’s still holding my hand, so I’m sure some of them are putting some of the pieces together. It’s obvious they respect him. Is that going to be enough?
“This’ll be quick,” he assures them. “Some of you know I’ve been hanging out with Porter.
” He smiles at me, and I can see a few of the guys nodding.
“Well, he’s my boyfriend now. You guys are my friends, so I want you all to know and to meet him if you’d like.
I don’t expect anyone here to be an asshole about it…
but if me being in a committed relationship with a man makes you feel weird, that’s your problem to deal with.
I’m still the same person I’ve always been. ”
I hold my breath as I wait for any sort of response.
I never dared to imagine a moment like this would ever happen—that Will would so publicly claim me.
Twice. It makes me so fucking happy, even if I’m also so nervous about the response.
In the end though, even if these guys don’t react as well as Will is hoping, we’ll get through it together.
He’s assured me he doesn’t want to hide what we are, and him doing this in front of everyone just proves it all over again.
A few seconds pass while they process before someone lets out a low whistle.
A guy mutters, “Cool,” before turning back to his locker.
Then, “Never thought I’d see Will Carter in a relationship.”
“Okay,” the teammate who asked what was up tells him, clapping him on the shoulder. “Good for you, dude.”
“Happy for you, man,” a very tall man adds.
Holy shit. I think they might all be okay with it.
“So does this mean we can finally be friends?” one of the guys closest to us asks hopefully.
I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. “I’m guessing you might be Cam?”
He beams. “Yeah! You know who I am? That’s great. Will’s been very insistent that he keep you all to himself.”
I realize everyone else around us has gone back to getting ready or to their previous conversations. I know that there’s a chance people are keeping any negative reactions to themselves, but I’m beyond happy no one came at either of us with homophobic remarks.
Across the room, I catch one of his teammates watching me. He’s quiet, expression unreadable, jaw tight. He nods slowly and looks away. I wonder what that’s about.
Will hurries to finish getting dressed. His hair is wet, so I’m assuming he snuck in a shower before I made it to the locker room.
He properly introduces me to his best friends: Cam, who I’d met first, Nathan, who was the one staring at me, and Decker.
I’m pretty sure that’s a last name, or at least I hope it is.
We walk back to Will’s car together, and when we’re both in, he turns to me with a mischievous expression. “You know, we still haven’t rescheduled those celebrations from my one hundredth point…”
I smirk and raise a brow, immediately shifting my tone to match his playful one. “And what were you picturing for these celebrations, Daddy?”
He groans at the title, throwing his head back into the seat of his car as he bites his fist. “Fuck, Kitten. How are you so sexy all the damn time?” I wink, and he rolls his head to meet my gaze. “I dare you to top me, P.”
My mouth drops open a bit. I was expecting him to ask for a strip tease or more lacy undergarments.
Both of which I’m prepared for. I’m even wearing his name again.
I thought for sure he’d want to rail me.
But topping Will? Sinking my cock into the firm ass I was just staring at running around the field? I’m not going to say no to that.
“I think we can make that happen,” I agree, and his eyes flare with heat.
“Do you ever top?” he asks, looking eager for my answer.
I love that he’s checking in and being more open with communication like we talked about. “Um, I have a couple of times, but mostly no,” I answer honestly.
“Do you actually want to?” he checks, but I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t.
“Do you want to try bottoming is the better question?”
He looks at me with a thoughtful expression, chewing the inside of his lip. “I do, yeah. I think with how good your fingers felt, I’ll enjoy it. I at least want to try.”
“Well,” I start, shifting in the seat as my cock begins to thicken in my pants. “You’ve taken three fingers from me before, but it’s still a totally different feeling. Even a little uncomfortable the first time.”
“I’ve heard all your sexy moans while bottoming. Is this your cryptic way of trying to talk me out of it so you don’t have to be vers with me because being on the receiving end is so good?” Will teases.
“Nope, just wanted to make sure you knew what you were committing to,” I explain with a big smile. Honestly, the fact that we’re having these conversations so openly might be even sexier than the dares and nicknames.
Maybe.
Will quickly drives us back to what I’m assuming is his place. “I warned the guys they might want to stay away for a bit, but I know you haven’t been here yet, and I’d like you to see where I live rather than going to your place like we usually do. I don’t want to keep anything from you.”
This sweet, sweet man.
He leads me inside, opening his arm out like he’s showing off the communal living space. “Well, this is it. I can give a more formal tour later if you’d like, but I think all we really need to focus on is which bedroom is mine.”
I snort a laugh. “Someone’s eager.”
“Always.” He pulls me past all the mismatched furniture and into his room by my hand, not dropping it after he shuts and locks the door, then tugs me closer so he can kiss me.
It’s a slow kiss that starts with just his lips moving against mine, the kind of kiss that says we have all the time in the world, and he intends to enjoy that.
His tongue pushes into my mouth, followed by playful nips and sucking each other’s lips and tongues until we’re both panting and clawing at each other’s clothes to remove them.
He tugs at my pants until they slide down my thighs, then does the same to himself.
He pulls back for a second to tug my shirt off, then his.
“Need you, Daddy,” I whine when we’re both naked, rubbing my leaking cock into his thigh to show him how turned on I am. My precum is slicking his skin, and it’s so hot to see my mark on him, to know he’s mine.
“Naughty Kitten,” he teases before nipping my bottom lip again.
“I’m not going to be able to fuck you if I come by rutting against your leg,” I say seriously. “Is that what you want? Or can I prep you?”
He smiles at me for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, show me how good it is to bottom.”
“Where’s your lube? I want to make sure your first time is good. Lay back on the bed, please, and let me take care of you for once.”
“The nightstand. And you can pretend to be polite all you want, but I know you’re really a brat.”
“And you love it,” I remind him. I pull open the drawer and find a lovely surprise. I pull it out with the lube. “You got a plug?”
He bites his lip. “I haven’t actually used it yet.”
“Even better,” I assure him as he spreads his legs for me.
I scoot down between them, and squeeze the lube on my fingers.
I tease his entrance with my pointer finger as I take his cock into my mouth, getting him used to the feeling before I push inside of him.
I’m feeling particularly horny as I prep him with the knowledge I’m going to be inside Will’s ass, and while I’m pumping my fingers into him, I decide I want to be filled, too.
I pull my mouth off his dick. “Can I use the plug in my ass while I fuck you?”
Will’s eyes widen and he nods, reaching over to where it’s sitting on the bed next to us. “That sounds hot. Can I put it in you?”
“Sure, I can’t do all the work,” I tease as I grab the bottle of lube to pump more on my free hand. I awkwardly lean back and slip two fingers inside of myself to prep quickly while still fingering him. “Put some lube on the plug.”
He nods and does just that, and I pull out of both our asses and turn for him, straddling his lap with my ass in his face.
He rubs his palm against my skin, whispering, “You’re so sexy.
” Then I feel the cold toy circling my rim before he slowly presses it inside of me.
“You should see your hole sucking this in right now. Oh my god, P.”
There’s so much awe in his voice, and it lights up something inside of me as I remind myself that Will is my boyfriend.
We get to keep doing this for as long as we want.
I’m aware this is new and things could change, but it’s such a different mindset than I was in during our previous hookups.
Will is in love with me. He talked about being together years from now.
“Feels so good,” I tell him once it’s fully inside of me, I flip back over to give him a sloppy kiss before I go back to prepping him.
I take my time sucking his dick and licking his balls while I enter him again with two fingers. His cock flags a little, so I go slow, pumping and twisting while I suck, giving his balls equal attention to distract him when he’s ready for a third finger.
“Ngh,” he moans at the addition.
“You’re opening up so well for me, Daddy,” I praise, knowing what that word does to him.
“You make it easy, Kitten. I trust you.” Fuck. How does he keep making me so emotional while still being so fucking sexy? I swallow the words that are threatening to break free. I will not say I love you for the first time during sex. I refuse. I need to focus on making sure he’s ready for me.
I scissor my fingers inside him to the best of my ability, and fuck, he’s perfect. Even though I don’t usually top, I can’t wait to be inside of him. To share this moment with him. To be the first one inside his perfect ass.
“Fuck, I’m getting close from just your fingers and your mouth,” he assures me. “I think I’m ready for you.”
I pull off his dick and nod. “Alright, but if anything hurts, tell me.”
“Yeah, of course,” he agrees as I reach to grab a condom. Once it’s on, I squeeze lube over my dick and add more to his hole.
“I can put a pillow under your hips to help or you can straddle me to control the pace,” I offer. I’ve never taken anyone’s bottom virginity before, and my nerves are starting to creep up my throat, worried he won’t have a good experience.
“Pillow. Want to see you as you slide into me,” he answers confidently, already reaching behind him to grab it and position it under his hips.
I nod as I guide his legs back and line my dick up against his hole. “Relax and breathe out,” I instruct, and when he does, I grip the base of my cock with one hand, pressing into the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh, holy shit,” Will breathes, and I freeze.