“I don’t know,” Jamie smiles, “I think you’d make a great leather daddy, El Jefe… what does that mean anyway?”
“It means The Boss,” he says in his deep voice.
“Mmm, definitely a leather daddy,” Jamie chuckles.
“Oh my god,” I groan, putting my head in my hands. “I can’t cope with this. My worlds are colliding in the weirdest way.”
“Regretting inviting us?” Max asks, grinning at me.
“I definitely have regrets; I’m not sure exactly which part though… maybe everything?”
“We could do something for Pride though,” Diablo says.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yeah, I want to support you, make sure you know we’ve got your back.” He nudges Beth. “Don’t you know the people who organize it all?”
She nods. “Yeah, at least from the university side of things. If you want to do something I can ask them.”
“Definitely, isn’t there some parade or something?” Diablo asks.
“Kind of, it starts as a protest; everyone marches through the city center with banners and stuff before ending at City Hall.”
“We should join that, take up the rear on our bikes,” Pretty Boy chuckles and leans into Jamie. “Pun intended.”
“Oh my god,” Beth groans, but Jamie is laughing too much to hear her apology.
“I’ve created monsters,” I say, throwing my hands in the air in mock horror.
But in all honesty, I feel incredibly lucky. A couple of months ago we’d have never been talking like this. Having the guys not only accept me, but spending time joking and laughing with my friends, making plans to get involved with Pride. I was so worried that they wouldn’t like me, but this is better than I could have ever imagined.
“That’s settled then,” El Jefe says, “we’ll join the protest. Not taking anything up the rear or being leather daddies though,” he adds, causing tears to run from Jamie’s eyes because he’s laughing so hard.
“This is the best night ever,” he pants between laughs, struggling to even breathe.
Instead of heading back to my old dorm room, or Jamie and Max booking into a hotel, El Jefe insisted we all stay in the guest rooms here. Slim, El Jefe, Walrus, and Tipo all have their own houses, but Pretty Boy and Tank live here permanently, along with Beth and Diablo.
We say goodnight and each head to our rooms, with me wanting to hide my head in embarrassment when my brotherinforms Jamie and Max that they’ll find complimentary lube and condoms in the bedside table.
“Ooh, better than a hotel,” Jamie says, nudging Max who chuckles as they push each other into their room.
“Night everyone,” I groan, desperate to get away from this crazy mash up of people.
“Night, little bro,” Diablo says, “it’s good to have you home.”
“Yeah, it’s good to be back,” I say, “and thanks for being so welcoming to my friends.”
“Of course, you’re family, and any friend of yours is a friend of ours,” he says, pulling me into a hug.
As lucky as I feel after I’ve crawled into bed, my mind wanders back to Stephen, as it always does when I’m alone. He’s got his first official game tomorrow with the Warriors. Max tried explaining it to me, something about pre-season games, so it’s not a part of the season, but that won’t matter to Stephen. He’ll want to give it everything, proving to everyone why he’s on the team.
I know I have no right to be, but I’m jealous of Jamie and Max getting to see him tomorrow, even if it is from a distance. I wish more than anything that I could tell him good luck, reassure him that he’ll be amazing. But the last thing I want to do is message him tonight, it won’t be fair, inserting myself into his life out of the blue, not when he needs to focus on the game.
Still, it doesn’t mean I don’t miss him, and it doesn’t stop me wondering if he’s thought about me at all, especially when he’s alone at night. Does he get hard thinking about me, like I am right now as I imagine him in his football gear, sweaty and rugged. How he looks when he peels off the layers, revealing his perfect abs and chest. Fuck, I miss his abs. I rememberthe first time I touched them, running my fingers over the muscles, licking them…
My hand is in my boxers, gripping my hard dick, but wishing it’s his hand instead. Fuck it, the complimentary lube is for me too. I reach into the nightstand and squeeze a load into my hand, before sliding it along the length of my dick. Allowing my eyes to close, I imagine Stephen is here with me. His voice is clear as day, telling me how pretty I look on my knees, how good I feel, how my body is made for him. I quicken my pace, imagining him filling me as I grip his hair in my hand, and I come with his name on my lips, wishing he could be here to hear it.
Chapter 22
