I hold him tight against me and roll us over so he’s on his back, all the while still inside him. Loving the sounds that escape him as I take control. I enjoy a couple of thrusts with his legs wrapped around my waist, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head, then I pull out and use my hands to help us both finish.
“Stephen,” he whispers, pulling me down to kiss him, not caring that his chest is covered in our cum, and now it’s all over both of us.
“I’m here, I’ve got you,” I say, returning his kiss and keeping myself pressed tightly against him. “I’m here.”
He eventually lets me go, mainly because he drifts off to sleep, and I take my time cleaning him up, loving the soft whimpers and moans he makes. I carry him to his bed, our makeshift movie theatre can wait, I’ll dismantle it tomorrow; all I want right now is to curl up with him in my arms.
Chapter 15
Stephen
Donovaniscomingtomy game tonight, but it’s bittersweet. I want to share it with him, more than anything, but knowing he’s only there as my roommate, or friend, is hard. As our relationship develops into something, I worry he’ll reach a point where he needs more from me, more than I can give him.
Especially with him coming out to his mom this weekend. In an ideal world, I’d be by his side as his boyfriend, but it’s not something I can do. The last thing I want is to hold him back though. He deserves to be himself, be free, and live openly.
It’s a problem for future me to worry about though, right now, I’ve got a game to win. And with my signing to the Warriors, our college team has only gotten more popular, and there’s even more pressure on me than usual. People are hoping to catch a glimpse of what to expect if I ever play in a Warriors game, trying to see if I’m worth the hype.
I left Donovan to watch the game with my parents, Jamie, and Max, knowing it will help him to be with friendly faces, but it’s also for selfish reasons. The looks and smiles I’llundoubtedly send his way can be disguised as general looks to my friends and family.
The nerves I feel before a game will never disappear fully, and as I wait in our locker room, my stomach churns with anxiety… blue fifty-four… vegas… wing right… green ninety-nine… trap… odd number… ace left… white thirty-six… dash… even number… right… dash right… pink ten… omaha double switch… blue fifty-four… vegas… wing right…
As well as running plays in my head, I move through the breathing exercises my coaches have given me, tips over the years to help me calm down, center myself, get in the zone.
We make our way through to the tunnel; the sound of the crowd rises but I keep my thoughts inward… ace left… white thirty-six… dash…
“You ready, Stephen?” Ryan, the other wide receiver, asks as he comes to stand next to me.
“As I’ll ever be,” I chuckle. He’s a decent guy, he knows I get anxious before games and is always great at distracting me. “You?”
“I feel great. My dad and sister have come up from Tynerston to watch; I’ll introduce you later, he’s excited to meet the newest Warrior.”
“Please don’t hype me up too much!”
“Don’t worry, I haven’t,” he says, playfully punching me on the arm. “Bet I can score more touchdowns than you tonight.”
“Oh yeah, what are we betting?”
“Loser buys drinks next time the team goes out.”
“I’ll take that,” I say.
We shake on it just as the announcer calls our team and we run out onto the field. The noise is overwhelming, my heart pounding in time with the beat of the music blaring from the speakers. Flashes of my name catch my attention as people inthe crowd hold banners and chant. Fuck, this is just a taste of what it will be like if I ever start for the Warriors.
“It’s just noise, Stephen!” Ryan shouts, knocking my helmet before running off to where I’m assuming his dad and sister are sitting.
I look around and finally spot Donovan in the crowd. He’s in between Jamie and Max with my parents alongside. Jamie and my mom are too busy looking at her purse to pay any attention to me, but Dad, Max, and Donovan all wave and cheer louder. I can’t help but smile as I wave back, having them all together feels right.
“Drinks are on you then,” I shout at Ryan as we celebrate our win on the field.
It was a close game, but we beat the other team, with me scoring two touchdowns and Ryan scoring one.
“Yeah whatever,” he groans, but he soon breaks into a grin as more players pile on top of us as we cheer and jump around.
Adrenaline is coursing through my body and honestly, all I want to do is wrap Donovan up in my arms and run away with him; finally understanding what the other guys mean when they say that winning makes them horny as fuck. I look at the stands and see him filing out with my parents, they said they’d wait for me in the entrance rather than come onto the field, but seeing the other guys kissing their girlfriends around me puts a knot in my stomach, wishing I could have that with Donovan.
We head into the locker rooms and listen to Coach Jenkins’ celebration speech, luckily he’s good at keeping thingsshort and sweet. It doesn’t take me long to shower and change, before heading out to the entrance with Ryan.
He spots his dad and sister first and calls them over, his dad pulling him into a hug.
