Donovan
I’m midway through changing when Stephen walks in; I’m basically in sweats and nothing else. His eyes darken as he looks at me across the room, before locking the door behind him.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey.”
“Is everything okay with the whole Kyle situation?” I ask. “Mr. Porter asked me to stay behind after class and wanted to know about it, I know I shouldn’t have said anything, don’t snitch and all that, but he said someone was going to talk to you and I panicked because I didn’t want you to get in trouble… so I told him you were defending me and I even told him what Kyle said, which was mortifying… but I think he understood. He said he’d fight your corner if it got escalated—”
“Donovan—”
“Shit, you got in trouble didn’t you… oh my god, are you expelled, or off the team? Did the Warriors call? Stephen, I’m so fucking sorry, this is all my fault—”
“Stop talking.”
“What? Do you hate me…”
He chuckles, stalking towards me. “No, Donovan, I don’t hate you. I need you to stop talking because I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Oh… you want to kiss me again? I wasn’t sure when I woke up this morning, I didn’t know if it was a one-time thing or—”
He reaches out and collars my throat, no pressure, but fuck me is it hot. He pulls me the rest of the way towards him and rests his forehead against mine.
“This okay?” he asks.
I nod and he grins before kissing me, and he doesn’t stop. Not when he lets go of my throat and holds my face in his hands, not when he leads me to his bed and lays me down, caging me in and pressing his body into mine. It’s the first time I’ve felt another guy’s hard dick against me and holy fucking shit, even through our clothes it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.
He eventually breaks our kiss, pushing up so he’s resting on his hands above me.
“I’m sorry,” he says, “I’d planned to talk to you first, but you looked so hot in just your sweats, and you’re so fucking cute when you ramble, I couldn’t help myself.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, I know we need to keep this a secret, and we will. I’d never want to do anything to hurt your career. Honestly, I’m just happy you kissed me again.”
“Good,” he smirks, “you’d better get used to it, because if it’s alright with you, I’m gonna be kissing you every chance I get.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Yes, that’s very okay with me.”
He buries his face against my neck and inhales deeply.
“You smell incredible,” he says, his voice deeper.
“So do you,” I whisper, as he lowers his body and kisses me again.
Chapter 8
Donovan
KissingStephenismynew favorite thing; it’s been a few days since we made out on his bed and now we’re kissing at every opportunity we can find. Sometimes it’s a quick kiss in the morning before we leave for class, or a short make out session before training, or it’s like tonight, where I’m lying on his bed and he’s been kissing me for what feels like hours.
I’d always thought it would feel amazing, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality. I can’t get enough of him, the way his hair feels as it runs through my fingers, the muscles of his shoulders under my palms, his abs… holy shit, his abs… and then the feel of his hard dick pressing against me like it is now… there are no words to describe how good it feels.
And he’s never once pressured me or even suggested that we go any further, I mean, I want to… fuck, do I want to. I just don’t know how to do this, how to suggest it, and I’m also terrified. There’s still that voice in my head reaffirming Kyle’s words to me, about not knowing what I’m doing, and not wanting to hold my hand through it. Logically I know Stephen won’t be like that, and he already knows I’ve never been with anyone, but it doesn’t make it any less scary, and I’m glad we’re taking it slow.
“Fuck, I love kissing you,” Stephen says, as he moves his mouth down my throat.
“Good, because I love you kissing me,” I chuckle.
I let out a yelp of surprise when he suddenly bites me, even though it’s gentle.
