Jeremy
BY FRIDAY, EVERYONE IS beat.
Muscles I didn't know I have are tired. We have twoweeks
to pull our shit together before our exhibition game against
University of Nevada, Las Vegas, and with the extra
practices and workouts Coach added this week, homework
has been a bitch to keep up on. Of course, our first game is
an away game so we'll be in a hotel. Hopefully, someone
else will be stuck with mister fucking perfect Carmichael.
He's so weird. I've never seen him shower or change in
the locker room, he just shows up changed and showers at
the dorm. I don't get it. The man is quick to tell us all how
much we suck, yet no one calls him on it. It's likewhat he
says is law.
An hour before practice,I'm sitting in the locker room
waiting for Brendon. We've tried to hook up a few times but
our roommates keep interrupting. Today, we're trying this.
Maybe getting offright before practice will help me keep a
calmer head and Carmichael won't get to me as much. It's
worth a shot, right?
The door squeaks open and Brendon walks into view.
A smile lifts my lips andhe grins at me. About fucking
time.
When he gets to me, I stand and we head for the showers.
It gives us an extra few seconds in case someone comes in early.
Brendon backs me into acorner, kissing and sucking on
my neck. My dick is hard when he runs a hand over my
pants.
"Someone's eager," he snickers into my skin.
"Yeah, I am. Hurry up before we get caught." My stomach
drops at the idea of someone walking in, the awkwardness
and possible hostility from a few guys on the team. Most
don't know Brendon is bi, the few that do keep the secret for
him.
He grips my ass and pullsme against him, taking my lips
in a hard kiss and grinding against me.
Is Preston an aggressive kisser?
God damn it. Focus.
I slide my hands under Brendon's shirt, dragging my
fingers over his skin and sliding into his pants.
He groans against me, pulling his lips from mine.
"You want to fuck?" Brendon lifts a lube packet.
"Yeah," I'm breathing faster and spin around, pushing my
pants and boxer briefs down, then putting my palms on the
wall next to the shower entrance.
My dick isn't as hard as it normally is at the idea of getting
laid but I'm trying really hard not to think about it.
Brendon's slicked finger slides against my hole and
pushes inside. He takes a few minutes to work me open, one
finger becoming two, pushing in and out.
"You ready?" he asks, his mouth next to my ear. Asking
permission is not what I want. I want him to hold me down
and take what he wants, but he's too nice for it.
The head of his cock pushes against me and I push back
hard enough to surprise him. Taking all of him in one thrust.
"Fuck, dude." He grips my hips and drops his forehead to
my shoulder, thrusting slowly at first.
"Just fuck me, I don't need slow," I grit out, dropping my
forearm to the tiled wall and wrapping a hand around my
dick. Brendon's ragged breath fans across my neck while I
jerk myself too hard. Fuck.
I close my eyes and Preston appears in my head. Fucking
A. Stop it. I don't even know if he's into guys. If he's
straight, I really, really need to stop thinking about him.
Plus, he's an asshole.
The squeak of the locker door opening has me pausing but
Brendon doesn't seem to notice. Soft footsteps pad across
the cement floor while my heart pounds in my chest. We're
about to get caught. Fuck. I lean slightly so I can see who
walks in.
My damn roommate appears around the corner at the
same time Brendon grunts. Preston stops moving and takes
a step back, peering around the corner until he finds me. I
don't know if he can see who's with me but he lifts an
eyebrow and watches me watching him. My cheeks flush
and cold fear floods my stomach. Jerking back, I stand back
up straight so I can't see him.Why is my dick getting harder?
My breathingis ragged and it has nothing to do with
Brendon pumping into my ass.
Footsteps are quiet and movement from the corner of my
eye has me focusing on Preston leaning against abank of
lockers. In the six-inch gap between the wall and the
lockers, I see him. He centers himself in the spaceso I can
see him from head to toe, but only a strip of him. His hand
slides down his abdomen and into his base layer
compression leggings. My gaze focuses hard on the show
he's putting on.
Pulling his dick out of his pants, he strokes himself,
already hard as fuck. My tongue drags across my lower lip
at the drop of precum glistening on his tip.
My own cockthrobs and arousal hums through my veins
as Iwatch him jacking offto me getting fucked. Jesus, what
is happening?
I'm not questioning it. Wrapping my hand around my dick
once again, I pump fast. My eyes locked on Preston's like
he's told me not to look away. He's holding me there,
demanding my attention without a word. His neck flushes,
the blush of lust climbing up his jaw onto his cheeks. He
bites his lower lip while his hips thrust into his hand.
Oh, fuck, I'mgoing to cum. The electricity shoots through
me, my balls tingling and drawing up into me. Cum splatters
on thewall in front of me with a groan from my chest. Holy fuck. My knees want to give out. I don't think I've ever come
that hard before.
Preston cums, dripping on the floor of the locker room and
not giving a shit about the mess. Brendon grunts behind
me, filling the condom and almost collapsing against me.
"Damn, that was good."
Unease kills the post orgasm high, but I give him a
"yeah," while he cleans up and I pull my pants up.
He leaves the shower area before I do but stops short at
Preston standing there with his arms over his chest.
"Oh, uh. Hey, man." Brendon crosses his arms over his
chest too. From calm andrelaxed to tense and unsure in an
instant. The uncertainty hangs in the air around us like a
damn weight. We don't know how Preston will react to this
but I have afeeling it's not too bad since he obviously
enjoyed it. Though Brendon doesn't know that.
Preston just raises an eyebrow at us but says nothing.
Dude is weird.
"Come on, let's get ready for practice," I push Brendon
toward his locker. From the corner of my eye, I watch the
smirk twist Preston's face but I keep moving. I'm not
starting a fight right now. I'm pulling my shirt over my head
when my phone rings in my pocket. Digging it out,my older
sister Stacy's picture is on the screen.
"Hey, what's up? How's my favorite girl doing?" Her scoff
at my reference to her daughter makes me chuckle."You would ask about Ella first. Ass." The little girl in
question babbles in the background, trying so hard to speak.
"She's teething so it's a real joy around here."
"Aww poor baby. She needs her favorite uncle and some
chocolate ice cream." I slide my jeans and boxer briefs off,
and grab my compression shorts.
"Better not let Keith hear you say that. He'll fight you for
favorite uncle." Our little brother plays football and thinks
he's a badass, especially when his twin backs him up since
he also plays. They're both smaller than me, and even
together, I can take them.
"Keith isn't even Jordan's favorite and they're twins." I
hold the phone against my shoulder while I sit on the bench
and shove my feet through the tight fabricof the
compression shorts and stand to pull them up. "I'm getting
ready for practice, did you need something or can I call you
later?"
"Oh, shit, sorry. I just wanted to know if you were coming
home for Mom's birthday?"
Fuck.
"Uh, let me look at the schedule but I doubt it. I think we
have away games that weekend." Guilt eats at me. This will
be thefirst year I don't see her for her birthday. It's during
the season but when I lived in Muskegon, where the team I
played for was located, Iwas able to see her. The best I'll
probably be able to do this year is video chat with her."Okay, let me know. If we can surprise her, I would like to.
If you've got a game close to here, I'll surprise her with
tickets to the game."
Guys start filing into the locker room, loud and rowdy.
"Okay, I'll let you know. Tell Ella her favorite uncle says he
loves her."
She laughs and ends the call.
"Your sister single yet?" Paul asks, a shit eating grin
splitting his face when I glare at him.
"Fuck off. Even if she was, she wouldn't date your lame
ass." I finish getting my gear on and we file out onto the ice.