Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
COLBY
The subtle way Tyler watches me across the table throughout dinner has me on edge.
Not in the uncomfortable sense, but in the impatient, I can’t wait to get my hands on you sense.
This need to be alone with him has been brewing since that moment in the shower.
Throw in the fact that the bus took twice as long to get back to the hotel, and then we were herded like cattle into the conference room for dinner, I’m practically vibrating with anticipation to get back to the room.
I barely engage with the smack talk bouncing around the table and eat my food so fast, I’m going to be lucky if I don’t get heartburn.
The moment the first person gets up to head back to their room, I jump to my feet. My sudden movement has the chair tipping over behind me, bringing the attention of nearby tables to me when it hits the floor with a loud thud.
“Eager to make a getaway, are we?” Liam teases, picking up a green bean and flicking it at Nelson.
“Gotta get my beauty sleep,” I answer with a playful wink and right the chair back into place. “You know I can’t carry your sorry ass without a solid eight hours.”
“Superstar, you kill me,” Liam gasps, clutching his chest, and Nelson picks that moment to shove a chunk of cauliflower into Liam’s mouth.
With our captain distracted, I pick up my plate and take it over to the far end of the room, where I toss the scraps into the trash, then place it on the stack of dirty dishes.
“Someone might think you have someone waiting for you upstairs with how desperate you are to get out of here,” Tyler says with a quiet snicker.
I cock my head toward him, the corners of my mouth hitching up. “Maybe I am desperate to get out of here.”
“Is that so?” He smirks.
“Mhm,” I hum in agreement, then lower my voice. My words come out so deep and raspy, I almost don’t recognize myself. “Maybe I’m desperate to get my hands on you. To do more than just making out.”
Tyler swallows audibly. “You better get back to our room so I can give you your next lesson.”
A shiver passes through me, and I lick over my lips. An electric current rushes through my veins, causing my hands to tremble. I shove them into the pockets of my sweatpants and sidestep around Tyler before I can make a fool of myself.
My plan of a swift exit has fallen short, though, as it seems everyone has gotten up from their seats and is now making their way out toward the lobby.
Following the crowd to the elevator banks, I silently pray no one suggests a game of ping-pong, or spending the last couple of hours before curfew piled into Anton’s room to play on the PlayStation he stuffed into his bag.
I don’t think I’ll survive if I have to wait any longer to be alone with Tyler.
Keeping my head down to avoid making eye contact, I quickly respond to my mom’s message congratulating me on our win and look up just in time to get poked in the ribs by Tyler as he sneaks past. He pushes his way into the elevator, and I manage to squeeze in before some of the others have realized the doors have opened.
Too many people try to force their way into the car, setting the alarm off when the weight restriction has been exceeded. I shuffle backward, not wanting to get caught up with the others getting shoved back into the lobby.
With all the pushing and shoving, my back collides with Tyler’s chest, and pleasure jolts through me when his breath fans against the shell of my ear.
“Hello,” he whispers in a husky tone.
My eyes dart around, checking to see if anyone is paying us any attention, but they’re too preoccupied laughing and joking at those who didn’t make it inside and are now trying to stop the doors from closing.
With my body shielding his where he’s tucked in the corner, Tyler lifts his hand, trailing his fingers over the outside of my thigh before slipping under the hem of my sweatshirt.
His fingertips dance delicately over the flesh of my hip, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop the hitch in my breath from escaping.
Fuck, we need to get back to our room, like, now.
Thankfully, before I can snap at my teammates to let the goddamn doors close, the sound of Coach Vaughn’s booming voice has the others taking a step away from the doors.
The car stops off at every floor, and when it reaches the fourth floor, I’m stepping forward before the doors have the chance to open.
“Okay, night,” I say without turning around.
Unaware and unbothered if anyone responded, I quickly walk down the corridor to our room, hoping Tyler is hot on my heels because I don’t want to wait until we’re back at campus to take things to the next level.
Or wait another minute.
I’m pretty sure we’ve mastered kissing. We’ve done a lot of practice over the last four days, so I’m confident I’ll be getting top grades in the tongue fencing championships, but now I want to know what it feels like to have him in my palm.
To know what it feels like with his hand wrapped around my dick.
When we reach the door to our room, my hands are shaking as I remove the key card from my pocket and tap it against the lock. Cursing under my breath when the light flashes red, I tap it multiple times, but the blessed green light doesn’t appear.
“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter, tapping it harder this time.
“Easy, I’ve got it,” Tyler murmurs beside me.
He slides his arm around me to tap his card, and the light finally turns green.
Pushing open the door, I ignore Tyler’s snicker as he follows me inside.
I toe off my shoes and reach behind my head to strip out of my sweatshirt, letting them land in random spots on the floor.
My skin feels so fucking hot, it’s like I’m standing next to an open fire, despite the AC blowing out sweet, cold air.
I spin around to face Tyler. I catch him running his tongue on the inside of his cheek, watching me with an intense focus that makes my body run even hotter.
“What do you want, Colbs?” he asks, his voice deep and low.
“You,” I say on a breath. “I want you.”
He takes a step closer.
“You can have me, but tell me, how do you want me?”
“Naked.”
He smirks. “And what do you want to do to me naked?”
My cheeks flame, and I swallow back the nerves that try to surface.
“Tell me, Colbs. Tell me what you want. Tell me what’s been running through your mind that’s gotten you all flustered tonight.”
“I want to touch you,” I confess. “I want to wrap my hand around your cock. Jack you off until you come all over yourself.”
Tyler clearly approves of my confession because he bites down on the inside of his lip and tips his head back, letting out a low groan at the ceiling. Then in a blink of an eye, he tosses his ball cap onto the desk and reaches behind to pull off his hoodie and T-shirt in one smooth swoop.
“And what about you?” he asks, throwing his hoodie onto his bag.
“What about me?”
“What would you like to happen to you? Would you like me to touch you?”
I give him a shaky nod. “Yeah, I want you to make me come.”
“Damnit, Colby,” he mutters under his breath and closes the gap between us. “You have no idea how hot it is hearing you say what you want.”
I don’t answer. Instead, I lean in and kiss him. His hands find home on my hips, tugging me forward those final few inches until I feel his hardening cock against my thigh.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan into his mouth.
I smooth my hands over his abs and up his chest, like I’m memorizing every inch of his soft, warm skin. We separate for long enough to pull my T-shirt over my head, and then his lips are back on mine. I stumble over my feet as he leads me toward the bed until I’m falling back onto the mattress.
He doesn’t follow me down.
Instead, he stands between my parted thighs, gazing down at me.
Tyler is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
His eyes are dark and hungry, and the sight of him has my cock hardening even more. The way his long hair has fallen into his face, the streetlights casting shadows over the valleys and grooves of his muscles.
I prop myself up on an elbow and reach forward to curl my fingers into the waistband at the front of his sweatpants.
“What now? Use your words,” he rasps, and the way he keeps gently urging me to lead this has me gaining enough confidence to order, “I want you to take these off.”
With a pleased grin, Tyler wastes no time losing his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one swift movement. He tugs off his socks, then stands in front of me again, hard cock sticking out proudly.
Considering we share a locker room and the showers are open, this isn’t the first time I’m seeing Tyler naked, but this time, it feels different. It’s like all those nights I spent having wicked fantasies about Tyler have materialized into real life.
I let myself take him in from head to toe. The thick column of his neck and strong lines of his shoulders. His wide chest and narrow waist. My mouth goes dry when my gaze reaches his long, hard cock.
“Touch yourself,” I demand on a shaky breath.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Tyler wraps his fingers around his shaft and gives himself a slow stroke. I follow the movement with my eyes, making a mental note of the way he twists his palm over the tip before sliding back down to the base.
I curl my fingers into the sheet beneath me, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. I force myself to shift my stare from his cock to those thick thighs I love so much, the curve of his quads dusted in dark hair.
Swallowing roughly, I lock eyes with him again and ask, “Where do you want me?”
He jerks his chin toward the top of the bed. “Lie back.”
I crawl up the bed until I’m sitting back against the pillows, and glance over at him for his next instruction.
“And Colbs?” he adds.
“Yeah?”
“Lose the pants. I want to see all of you.”
Without taking my eyes off him, I lift my hips and shove my sweatpants down my legs, taking my underwear off at the same time. I toss them onto the floor before slipping my socks off too.
Tyler’s dark gaze appraises me for a heated moment, and then he moves to where his bag is on the floor and retrieves a bottle of lube.
“You definitely want this?” he asks, pressing a knee onto the bed.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“You’ll tell me if you’re not feeling it? At any point?”
“I promise.”
Tyler walks up the bed on his knees, and straddles my stomach. My chest rises and falls as my breath quickens, the anticipation of where this night is going to lead causing my hands to tremble.
“Hold your hand out,” he says, and I do.
He squeezes some lube onto my outstretched palm. My cock jerks from being in close proximity to him, but he doesn’t react when the head of my cock taps his balls.
“Wrap your hand around me,” he says in a husky whisper.
I wrap my fingers around him in a tentative grip. His skin is hot and smooth as I slowly glide my hand up and down his length, cataloging every hitch in his breath and the quiet moans he lets out when I tighten my grip and pick up the pace of my fist.
Tyler places a hand on the center of my chest and rolls his hips, thrusting into my fist.
“Do you trust me?” he asks on a stuttered breath.
“Yeah,” I answer without hesitation.
He picks up the bottle of lube from where he discarded it on the bed and pours some onto his palm.
He nudges my hand away from his dick, then shifts down my body until his knees are either side of my thighs.
Nothing could prepare me for the rush of pleasure when he wraps his hand around both of our cocks and tightens his fist.
I let out a choked breath, arching up into his touch.
“Oh, fuck,” I hiss.
He moves his hand in slow strokes, twisting his palm around the head of our dicks, the underside of our cocks rubbing against each other. His thumb grazes the crown in a teasing caress, and my toes curl into the bedsheets.
“O-oh, fuck,” I gasp again, gritting my teeth to stop the moan from escaping.
“Give me your hand.”
Reaching out my hand, it trembles in the air where I hold it out between us.
“Wrap your hand around us both.”
Glancing back to where our cocks are pressed together in the funnel of Tyler’s fist, I curl my fingers around us both. Tyler removes his hand, leaving only mine as I begin to stroke. His cock pulses against my palm, our skin hot and slick from lube and the precum that beads at our tips.
“That’s it. Give us a squeeze, twist your palm when you get to the head. Yeah, that’s it. Fuck, Colbs, that feels so good.”
His head falls back, dark hair spilling over his shoulders, and the sound of his restrained groan has my balls tightening. I find a rhythm that has us both panting for breath. My skin prickles with a heady sensation I’ve never experienced before.
“Tell me you’re close,” he begs.
“Y-yes.”
Tyler arches his back forward, one hand resting on the headboard. He rolls his hips, matching the pace of my fist. Each thrust of his cock against mine has pleasure shooting down my spine like a firecracker.
I’m about to warn him I’m going to come, but when I open my mouth to speak, it’s not those words that come out. Tyler’s name leaves my lips in a deep moan, and he quickly covers my mouth with his palm, muffling the sound.
My neck tenses. I fight my eyes from rolling to the back of my head, not wanting to miss a single second of this moment. My release spills onto my stomach and coats my hand. Tyler’s thrusts falter, his lips parted as he sucks in ragged breaths.
“Fuck, Colbs, you’re so pretty when you come,” he says in a husky tone, and then his jaw clenches. The evidence of his own orgasm lands on my stomach, mixing together with mine. I let go of our spent cocks and watch as our cum drips down my fingers.
Tyler slumps forward. His hand on the headboard is the only thing keeping him from falling on top of me.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, gasping for air. Sweat drips down from my temples and the back of my neck, and I’m glad I’m already lying down because I don’t think my legs would be able to hold me up right now.
Tyler lets out a quiet snicker. “Holy shit, indeed.”
He presses a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth before he climbs off me and rolls onto his back. We lie there in silence. The only noise in the room is our labored breaths and the sound of doors closing further down the hall.
“I think I just blew my brain through my dick. I’m gonna be lucky if I’m able to skate tomorrow,” Tyler says after a beat.
I tilt my head toward him, a small smirk of my own playing on my lips. “That good, huh?”
He gives me a droll look, but he’s wearing a satisfied smile. “Colbs, we could do that every day, and I’d feel like the luckiest man in the world.”
Something burns in my chest at the thought of doing this every day with Tyler, but I quickly swat it away.
This was the hottest experience of my life, but I can’t let this crush I have on Tyler develop into anything more.
We’re friends.
Teammates.
He’s simply helping me out.
A friends-with-benefits situation.
And it’s important I don’t lose sight of that, no matter how much I’m desperate to do this again.