“I have some work to do,” Vic said with a sigh. “I’ll probably give myself an hour before I go to bed. I forgot we have Paxton’s first soccer game as a coach tomorrow. So we’ll most likely be getting home late.”
“Oh yeah, first game of the season. I’ll probably go myself and watch it.” He pulled out onto the main road. It took him around the front of the campus and through the city for a few miles before hitting the road that led to the outskirts and toward the county road.
Vic stayed on the phone with him the entire drive. They talked about his classes, how the club went, and the plans for this weekend. Vic talked about needing to get some more clothes to bring on campus with him. And that he needed to do some laundry. Tawson suggested that maybe they could go to the laundromat together because he needed to wash some stuff too. He wanted to wash the sheets and blanket.
“Any chance you could put the code in for me to get inside? I don’t want to possibly wake anyone.” Tawson asked when he pulled off the road and waited for the gate.
“Oh yeah, hold on. I think it’ll work from here.” A couple seconds later, the gate shifted and he pulled his car forward slowly.
“Thanks, Vic.” He pulled in slowly and waited for the gate to close. It had a sensor or something, but it was a habit Tawson started.
“I’m glad you made it home safe,” Vic said. He watched to make sure the gate closed fully before continuing toward thefork in the road. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Tawson.”
“Goodnight, Vic.”
He ended the call and drove to his house. The last rays of light had long disappeared. The motion light came on and he made sure to lock the car after grabbing all of his things. He was exhausted but made himself strip and get in the shower. The water helped relax his muscles and mind. The smell of the soap and heat from the steam further unraveled any tension he held. He let the week so far play out in his mind, about Vic and the way they were both so openly trusting of the other.
Their conversation yesterday was hard, but he knew that as much as Vic trusted him, he also trusted Vic. It didn’t make any sense. The first day they met, of course he’d found him attractive. He’d been wearing sweats and a school logo shirt with the sides cut out. Vic jumped in without hesitation to help him that Sunday, distracting him and making him laugh. He didn’t know how they would make it work, but Tawson knew he wanted to see where this relationship went.
He ran his hands over his face and groaned. The rational side of his brain told him that it wasn’t right. Vic was only nineteen and didn’t deserve all the baggage that came with Tawson’s life. But the other side, the much louder side, said that he hadn’t felt like this in a really long time. He craved the touches and the conversations. The way that Vic opened up for him, emotionally and physically. He’d been so responsive when he made him come that first night. Then all the cuddles and the small touches. It was exactly what Tawson needed.
He had another text on his phone when he finally stepped out of the shower. Again, from Vic. Another picture. He really liked to take pictures of himself. He saw the words first this time.
Wearing these tomorrow. Just know that when we see each other.
Tawson’s breath caught in his throat. It was a picture of Vic laying in bed. Just his legs and groin. His cock was barely concealed behind the most beautiful pair of white lace underwear. His skin was milky, not getting a lot of sun. But the white fabric still contrasted nicely. The angle was teasing, cock trapped and laying toward his hip. He had to be hard, from the bulge under the fabric. Tawson’s own cock started reacting. He flipped back and forth between the two pics while his hand slipped into his boxers.
He felt a little weird doing it, but he turned on his camera and clicked the video option. He didn’t take his dick out, but he made it obvious with a low moan what he was doing. He left it at five seconds and sent it back. He closed his eyes and thought of Vic and his request on Wednesday. He wanted that, so bad. He wanted to let those lips wrap around him, to have his cum shoot down Vic’s throat, maybe spill a bit at the corners of his mouth.
After everything that happened, he got tested monthly. He was never with anyone, but he became paranoid. Nightmares lasted for weeks. He never got his memory back from that night and it scared him.
His phone dinged and he opened his eyes again. He didn’t realize he’d stopped his own hand with the way his thoughts had gone. His erection had flagged, but the new picture had him hardening back up in no time. The underwear was in the same position, but now there was a clear wet spot, drops of cum on Vic’s skin.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot.” He whispered the words like Vic could hear them. Knowing that the short video made him come was doing it for him. He’d never been one to sext beforebut he wasn’t opposed. Not if this is how it went. He let himself go, moaning Vic’s name over and over. When his orgasm hit, it was intense. His head was pressed tight against the fabric of his briefs, giving extra friction as his cum soaked through the fabric. He felt some of it leak down his cock and over his hand. It was all messy but he couldn’t care.
When he composed himself once more, he snapped a final photo and sent it with the tongue emoji. He set his phone down and cleaned himself off in the bathroom. He’d definitely have to do some laundry soon.
>>>
The soccer game was wild. Tawson had been to a few football games in the past and some basketball ones, but he’d apparently been missing out for women’s soccer. It was an intense game, from what he could tell. Tracy spotted him in the stands and invited him to sit with their group. Everyone was out for Paxton’s debut, even Brett, his husband, and their two kids. He started out sitting awkwardly next to Tracy and Zaya but everyone was so into the game, they didn’t notice Vic moving stealthily closer to him.
By the time they had half an hour left, they were sitting next to each other, pressed together from hip to toe. They shared a couple of glances, standing with the rest and cheering when needed. It was a close game, but Tawson couldn’t care about the details.
They won by one point and their side of the stands went wild.
It was about ten minutes of chaos when he could finally hearTracy and Patrick talking. “We’re going to head out to the restaurant,” Patrick was telling the others.
Tracy got his attention. “Do you want to join us?”
“Oh no, it’s okay.” He glanced over at Vic, around at the rest of the group, and back to Tracy. “I appreciate it but it’s been a long week. I think I’m going to lay low tonight.”
“Well, be safe driving home,” she said. Her eyes darted to Vic. “Both of you. Let me know when you made it.”
Tawson froze for a second. He looked at Vic, who didn’t appear to be worried that his mom seemed to assume they were both heading home? Vic must have sensed his panic.
“I’m on horse duty,” he explained. “Everyone is here, so someone has to go be the responsible one.”
Tawson nodded. “Well, how about I follow you home then? I’ll need you to let me through the gate anyway.”
