Chapter 38
Rohan
“Long time no see!” Milo grins.
I shut the door to his parents’ place behind me, walking right past him to the gaming room.
“Ignoring me in my own home is insane,” he laughs, trailing after me.
“Well, you’re kinda annoying.”
“Where you been lately?” he says, wiggling his brows and slinging his arm across my shoulder. “You’ve been skipping, Zayne’s pissed.”
“None of your business. And Zayne will get over it.”
“Zayne will not get over it,” Zayne sighs, coming into the room right after us. Lucas is already at our usual gaming station, waiting to start. Always the first one here. Sometimes even before Milo.
“Where have you been?” Zayne presses.
“Uh, I got a new job, remember.”
“I thought you said you don’t start for another three weeks,” Milo says, tilting his head, and I pinch his arm.
“Shut up, will you?”
“Seriously, Rohan, this isn’t like you. Let’s not make it a habit. I’m letting you off cause you never miss this much practice.”
“Alright, I hear you.”
Okay, maybe I’ve missed a few practice sessions.
Okay, maybe a lot of practice sessions.
I’ve been hanging out at Tyson’s place so much lately after our dates.
Never in a million years would I think I’d be inseparable from Tyson Moon.
But nothing is beating curling up under him after a long day.
Especially a workday. I’m also finishing up my last few weeks at the cafe.
I got an internship offer at Riserr that I have a feeling has something to do with a certain pierced-face man, whom I need to talk to about that.
I could hear him in my head saying I’m too prideful and took the job.
So excited to at least be doing something that has to do with gaming in the meantime of building my career back up. Though I’ll be an intern, hopefully I can impress them enough for a full-time position.
“You heard Tyson signed on to play another few years,” Lucas says beside me, logging into Seeker.
“Yeah, I saw that! Looks like we’ll have to get ready to take him again next tournament. I was hoping he’d quit soon.” Milo laughs.
“That’s good, keep us on our toes. I hate an easy win,” Zayne hums.
“Hmnn, someone’s pretty quiet over there.” Milo grins at me.
“What are you talking about?” I squint my eyes at him, annoyed already.
“You’ve been real quiet about Tyson lately. Not snapping like usual.”
“I’m always quiet when we talk about Tyson.”
“Not at all,” Zayne laughs.
“Yeah, actually you always have something bad to say about him. At least one thing,” Milo harps on.
“That’s not true. Besides, he’s fine. I’ll get my title back from him eventually,” I say, and they all turn their heads toward me.
“What?” I look at them one by one as they continue to stare, mouths agape.
“Eventually?” Zayne says slowly. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine! Can we just practice? I don’t have all night.”
Cause I want to get back to my… boyfriend?
Are we boyfriends? He hasn’t asked yet. I hope he isn’t expecting me to ask, cause it’ll never happen.
And sure, maybe I should tell them about me and Ty, but I clearly don’t even know what me and Ty are yet.
I’m also not ready for all the teasing I’ll have to endure afterwards.
I know they won’t mind, but I’ll never hear the end of it.
“Something’s not right. But maybe you’re just tired.”
“Exactly, and you guys are making me even more exhausted.”
“Sure thing!” Milo laughs, popping a chip into his mouth.
“Gimme those! I didn’t bring those for you!” I yelp, snatching the bag away from him.
Ty bought me those snacks.
* * *
“What’s this?” I ask, holding up my job offer to Tyson’s face as soon as he opens the door to his apartment. My eyes flick over his body quickly. He’s in a black hoodie, halfway zipped, his bare chest peeking through.
“You just got here, and you’re already interrogating me?” he says, smirking at me.
“Did you do this?”
“Maybe? Maybe not.” Tyson shrugs, pulling me into a hug and walking us back into the living room, grabbing his headset on the way. He must have been practicing with the team when I showed up.
“Oh, that’s a shame. If you did, I was maybe thinking of rewarding you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhmm, but since you had nothing to do with it, ya know…” I say, pushing off of him and stepping away.
“Come here…” Tyson says, tugging me back into him, and I try to slap my hand over my mouth as a snort escapes me.
“What the heck was that?” he laughs.
“Shut up!” I squeak.
“Can’t believe how cute you are,” Tyson says, kissing me all over my face.
I turn my face as much as I can to dodge some of them. He lets me go, setting his headphones back over his head.
“Come in the room. I was just on with guys.”
“Can they hear me?” I whisper.
“No, why? You want them to?” Tyson smiles slyly.
“You know I don’t,” I deadpan, following him into his bedroom where his PC and the team are waiting for him in the Seeker lobby.
“Why’d you invite me over if you have practice?”
“I didn’t invite you.”
“Oh, ok fuck me then. I’ll just go to my place then,” I say, rolling my eyes as I turn to leave. Tyson closes the distance between us fast and pulls me back into his body.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he says, nipping at my ear.
“Ty … please.”
“Please, what?”
I try to push him away, but his grip on my waist is almost bruising. “Come, be good and sit on my lap while I practice.”
“I love how you’ve completely distracted me from my original topic.”
“What was it again?”
“I know you sent my resume in, Ty … Maybe you didn’t refer me directly, but you definitely sent this in, didn’t you? I don’t remember applying.”
“Hypothetically, if I did see your resume on your laptop and applied for you because I think you could easily qualify on your own, do I get a reward if I did?” He smirks, sitting down into his game chair and taking me with him onto his lap.
“You’re so fucking horny.”
“Just wait until I’m done with this round.”
“Who says we have to wait?” I ask, trailing my fingers down his chest.
“Ty, dude, are you back yet?” I hear Remi asking through the headset. Ty unmutes himself. “Yeah, I’m here. Start the game.”
He tilts his head when I stand and start removing my shirt, his eyes follow the gold waist chain I’m wearing as it rides up a little.
I look back at the screen and smirk as the game is starting up soon.
Ty is still watching me intensely. I remove my pants and underwear next, grabbing the very well-used lube off his table.
I try to be as quiet as I can when I climb back into his lap, facing him and lying flush against his chest so he can still see the screen. I stare up at him through my lashes. He’s so fucking hot. The way he’s looking at me makes my body ignite. I’ve never felt so wanted in my life.
Ty moves the mic away from his mouth. “You look so ready for me, baby … fuck,” he whispers.
I smile at him while I work myself open, stifling a moan when I go a little too deep.
He wraps his arms around my waist, holding the controller that vibrates every time he gets a kill.
This shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does.
I pull my fingers out and help myself to getting his dick from his black sweatpants. Why are they even still on?
And it’s perfect timing because I look back to see Ty has been taken out by another player, giving us the perfect window to get him inside me. I push off his chest and stare down at him.
“Put it in,” Tyson mouths. The guys are giving him shit over the headset for dying. I’m starting to think he did it on purpose. I lather his erection in lube with my free hand before lowering myself down onto him, letting out a silent whine.
“What the fuck was that?” Roman asks.
Guess it wasn’t so silent.
“My chair, it’s squeaky,” Tyson chuckles.
“You should tighten it then,” Remi laughs.
I bite back a laugh and lie back against his chest before starting to ride him.
It feels so good my eyes roll back on the first roll of my hips.
This is the perfect angle. I glance up at him, and I can’t tell if he’s trying hard to focus on the game or to keep quiet.
But his breathing picks up every time I come back down on him.
I lick and suck at his neck; he’s biting his lip so hard he might break skin.
The minute I feel his dick twitch, I pull all the way out, making him groan.
“Ty, the sounds dude,” Roman laughs.
He dies again and mutes himself.
“This isn’t a reward … you’re fucking with me,” Tyson growls.
“Payback for that handjob.”
“That was so long ago, you’re being petty … let me cum, kitten.” Tyson glares up at me, his breathing heavy.
“I’ll think about it,” I tease. “You better focus, or you’ll lose the game, Ty.”
“Just wait till I’m done.”
He respawns, pulling me back down against him so he can see, enclosing my waist once again.
I put his dick back inside me and begin riding him again.
Tyson is pissed. When my eyes slide back to the screen, he’s upped his score, passing his entire team.
He puts pressure on my back where we’re connected, trapping me with the controller still in hand.
I try to come off him again, but he begins thrusting up into me as he gets another kill.
I whine into his ear, “Ty…”
He mutes himself again. “Keep it up, and I’ll let them hear you.”
Laughing, I continue doing exactly what he tells me not to.
I pull out just as he’s about to cum. Tyson gets the last kill of the game, and Roman is telling everyone they did a great job when he rips his headset off before he’s even done.
He stands up to his full height with me still wrapped around his body and begins thrusting into me.
“Please … please, Ty baby…”
“Please, what?”
My vision blurs from how hard he’s fucking me. He’s livid, and I love that I made him like this. On his final push into me, we both release. Before I can even catch my breath, Ty steals it with a wild kiss.
Clearly, I won’t be getting any breaks tonight after my little antics.
* * *
Tyson stares at me so intensely, a little too intensely after what we just did. I don’t know why I still get shy after sex with him. Hopefully it wears off soon, though I get the feeling he likes it. I try to squirm away a little, but I don’t get that far before he pulls me back.
“Why do you always call me kitten?” I ask, trying to distract him from gazing at me.
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“It’s not.”
“You have literal cat eyes,” Tyson says with an airy laugh. “Besides, if you were an animal you’d be a cat.”
“And what would you be?”
“An even bigger cat.”
Another giggle escapes, and Tyson smiles at me in a way that makes my stomach flutter.
“You’re also just cute… Super intelligent, like a cat…” he says, caressing my cheek.
“Oh yeah? Not cute and intelligent enough for you to ask me to be your boyfriend, though,” I huff.
“What?” he says, furrowing his brows.
“You heard me.”
“Are you … not my boyfriend?”
“You never asked,” I deadpan.
“Hmmn, is that so?” Tyson hums. “Well, would you take me as your lover, Your Highness?”
“I’ll think about it.”
“See, this is why I just claim you instead of asking,” he laughs, grabbing me by the neck and kissing me through my fit of more giggles.
“Okay, well, great cause I already told my family about you and my mom invited you to dinner this weekend,” I mumble against his lips.
“Wait, what!? Rohan!” Tyson gasps, pulling away.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a boyfriend. Besides, you’ll be fine. They’re gonna love you.”
“Yeah, but you could’ve told me.”
“I am telling you.” I chuckle, pressing my face into his chest. It’s warm there, and my eyelids are starting to feel heavy.
“Rohan…”
“Tyson.”
“You’re really something, you know that?”
I hum against his skin, “Please come…”
“Of course I will. Just … I’m nervous.”
“Good, I love seeing you sweat.”
“Shut up,” he chuckles, giving my ass a light smack.
“You’ll be fine though. I promise.”
Tyson hums in response as he cards his fingers through my hair slowly, lulling me to sleep; I feel the press of his lips against my forehead.