Austin
AUSTIN
I don’t know if I’m doing the right thing, but the look on Sebastian’s face killed me. If I’m going to stand up and be a good captain to all my teammates, I can’t let shit like this go. And after what he told me about the shit that went down at Yale and how his dad handled it, it makes me wanna go to bat for him even more.
I go back into the bar and ask Smith to tell me what he was looking at. I’ve pulled him away from the guys, and the game, and he isn’t happy. But by the way he keeps glancing at the screen over his shoulder, I know he won’t want to drag this conversation out any longer than he has to.
“Stacey said she saw a video of Yale-” He trails off and his cheeks flush.
“What kind of video?”
“You know, like a sex tape or whatever.”
My stomach drops. “Is that what she was showing you?”
“She was going to, then he started going ape shit.”
“He’s your teammate you idiot, we don’t treat teammates like that, do you understand?”
He nods, not looking at me.
“You treat your teammates the way you’d treat your family. That means, no looking at… stuff they wouldn’t want you to look at, do you get that?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
“Tell your girlfriend to delete it, and if she says no, ask her how she’d feel if it were her in that video.”
“Why did he make a video like that anyway if he didn’t want anyone to see it?”
“Did you ever think that maybe he didn’t make it and he didn’t want anyone to see it?”
Smith drops his head. “Sorry Cap, it won’t happen again.”
When I go back to the table to grab my jacket, Gray grabs me and asks me where I’m going.
“I just need to check on Seb.”
He cocks an eyebrow at the nickname and I will myself not to flush.
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah, fine.”
“You’re gonna miss the game.”
“I’ll catch the highlights.”
When I get back outside, Sebastian’s gone.
The bus takes forever and it’s a fifteen minute walk from the stop. I ring the bell and when I get no answer, my stomach flips, imagining the worst. On the second ring, Sebastian’s voice rings out into the street.
When I reach the top of the staircase, he’s standing at the door in the school hockey sweater and chinos he was wearing at the bar. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.
“You coming in or are you just going to stand there?”
I follow him into the apartment and wait until he’s closed the door before I speak.
“I just wanted to check you were alright.”
He shrugs.
“I made Smith delete whatever was on his girlfriend’s phone.”
“It was the video, wasn’t it?”
I don’t say anything and he sinks onto the bed.
“I’m never getting away from this, am I?”
I take a seat beside him.
“Hey, fuck them. I know it’s easier said than done, but, it doesn’t matter what they think.”
Sebastian puts his face in his hands and for a second, I think he’s going to cry. Fuck, what would I do if he cried? Comfort him I guess. He doesn’t cry, just keeps his hands there, covering his face like he’s ashamed. I want to tell him he has nothing to be ashamed of. It’s that professor who should be ashamed. The people who filmed them and passed it around. Smith, and people like him for laughing at it.
I reach out and stroke the side of his hand. I don’t know why I do it. It’s just instinct I guess.
He drops his hands from his face and looks at me. Big brown Bambi eyes contrasting with dirty blond hair, and that stupid gap in his teeth that makes my stomach burn.
He leans over and kisses me and I melt into it, letting what I want in the moment overtake everything else. I’m always so careful. Overthinking everything. Letting go for even a second is fucking heaven.
But it doesn’t last. I remind myself that he’s upset. And I’m his captain. If I take advantage of him, I’ll be no better than that professor.
I pull away. “You’re upset.”
“I’m always upset.”
Fuck.
“I’m your captain.”
“We both know you don’t have any actual authority over me,” he smiles a little. “If you were my coach, now that would be unethical.”
I drop my eyes.
“If you don’t want to I-”
I shut him up with my lips, feeling his body relax as I massage his tongue with mine. He sighs into my mouth and I lose myself. Pressing my weight against him until we’re flush on the bed. Still wearing my shoes. I haven’t even taken my jacket off yet.
I pull free of the kiss and look down at him, running a hand through his messy hair like I’ve wanted to for ages. For a second I see the guy in the Yale jersey, grinning and winking at me.
“What?”
“I’m just thinking about how much of a dick you were to play against.”
“Lucky I’m on your team now then isn’t it. Are you gonna kiss me again or are you just teasing me?”
I hesitate and he rolls his eyes. “I knew it.”
“What?”
“You’re too much of a fucking boy scout to do anything that might be considered even the slightest bit against the grain.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean, you’re so worried about not always doing the right thing you end up doing nothing.”
I sit up, because it’s awkward having this conversation with me lying on top of him.
“You really think that?”
“Yeah. Are you upset now? Because if we’re both upset, does that undo the possible unethicasy of the situation?”
“That’s not a word.”
When I look at him he’s smiling.
“I don’t want to fuck up the team dynamics. I’ve been working for this my whole life, and it’s not just my future riding on it.”
“I get that,” he says, scooting close enough for me to smell his aftershave. “Hey,” he puts a hand on my leg, lowering his voice. “Stop being such a good guy and get naked with me. I won’t let it fuck up the team.”
My cock twitches at the thought of being naked with someone again. That electric spark the second your bodies touch. I wanna feel that with Seb. He knows how to drive me crazy in a bad way, and I have a feeling he’ll do it in a good way too. And that’s what’s scary.
Before I can overthink it anymore, Seb kisses me, rubbing his hand up my thigh until he’s cupping my semi, massaging it, getting me hard.
I slip out of my jacket and kick off my shoes, watching Seb scoot back on the bed. Slipping his sweater off over his head to reveal a chest I’ve tried so hard not to look at for weeks in the locker room. I take my shirt off before climbing between his legs, brushing his lips with mine. Taking my time grazing his earlobe and jawline. Noting the little freckles on his neck. The mole on his chest.
I thought being with a guy would be completely different to being with a girl. Like I’d feel something different. But I don’t. There’s the same electricity when I press my bare chest against his, and when he kisses my neck and rubs my cock through my jeans.
It’s physically different, yeah. Especially when we slide out of our pants and grind against each other in our boxer briefs. Feeling another hard cock against mine while I do this is technically different, but the sensation’s the same.
I bury my hand in Seb’s hair, my face against his neck. His underwear is damp with pre-cum as we rut against each other, or maybe that’s mine? Seb’s heart pounds against my chest. His skin hot to the touch.
“If you don’t want me to come in my pants, we should take them off,” he says. His voice is heavy, I’ve never heard him sound like that before. I come up onto my knees and admire the way he looks right now. His hair messier than usual, cheeks flushed. Cock straining against his crisp white Calvin’s. I tug on the elastic and it springs free. A second’s panic when I realize he might be bigger than me. But it’s short-lived, because Seb’s reaching for my underwear, releasing me. Wrapping his hand around the shaft and stroking… oh fuck.
I lower myself down until our skin’s touching again. Seb lets go of my cock and I let it slide along his. Our leaking heads lubing the transaction. We groan together and I feel more naked than I’ve felt since losing my virginity.
Maybe Seb notices, because he asks, “is this weird?”
I shake my head. “Not weird.”
“Good.”
Our mouths find each other again and my toes curl as we grind, naked, tongues greedy, hands roaming skin. Fuck it feels good.
Seb slides his hand down my chest to my belly where my cock aches against it. He rubs his thumb over the head and I groan as I grind harder against him.
“Fuck Seb.”
I shower his face with clumsy kisses as I find his cock and mirror what he’s doing to me.
“Mmm.”
Teasing heads and rubbing pre-cum over slits turns into erratic hand jobs until I feel a shudder coursing through me and unload all over our hands and chests. I keep jerking Seb off, watching his eyes roll back in his head, the chords in his neck standing out as his warm cum spills over my knuckles.
I collapse on the pillow beside him, catching my breath.
He waits a few minutes before coming up on his elbow and asking me if it was alright.
I laugh. “Yeah.” I run the hand that isn’t covered in cum over my face.
Seb jumps up off the bed and disappears into another room. A second later I hear a shower running.
While he’s in the shower, I remind myself there’s no reason to freak out. I’ve known I wanted this for a while, maybe not with my arch fucking nemesis, but, now I’m here, it makes sense. I don’t have to think about what happens after. Not right now.