And we do.
The final buzzer marks our victory. As a team, relief and celebratory excitement follows as we acknowledge our win. Even as we’re bumping gloved fists and patting each other’s helmets and shoulders, I can’t stop wishing Justin was here to celebrate, too.
Especiallyif my Boy wants to take our kink play further.
Did I mention how horny I get after a win? It must be the endorphins and the adrenaline of a game well-played…despite the fact that I was distracted for most of it.
***
Back in my hotel room, which I’m sharing with Mason, one of our sophomore defensemen, I video call Justin. It’s late now, so Owen will be in bed, and I currently have the room to myself. I can only assume Mason has gone out to party with some of the other guys, or to hook up with someone. More power to him, but I didn’t want to drink, and I also didn’t want to risk Coach’s wrath for missing curfew or the early bus home tomorrow.
Plus, the benefit of having some privacy to call my boyfriend was too tempting to pass up.
“Hey,” Justin answers the call after two rings, his mussed hair and hooded eyes telling me he was probably halfway to sleep himself. I do feel a little guilty for disturbing his schedule on a school night. Nevertheless, he smiles warmly when he sees me, “Congrats on the win, Daddy.”
“Thanks, baby.” Just this tiny interaction eases some of the tension of missing him. I still want to pull him into my arms and kiss him senseless, but being able to talk to him will have to be enough. “Did you have a good day? Did the football team send any fun cases your way?”
Even though he’s employed to mostly be one of our team’s trainers/therapists, on the days we have mid-week away games, he has made an arrangement with the college to work with the football team so he doesn’t have to disrupt Owen’s school routine any more than necessary. I’m glad that the college has been so willing to be flexible with him, but then again, I’ve seen him work. He’s damn good at his job, even if he doesn’t have decades of experience under his belt yet.
“Nah,” he barely gets the word out before he yawns widely, then blinks. “Whoop, sorry. Owen was a bit of a handful this afternoon.”Worry lines pull at his forehead, then he gives his head a shake and smiles at me. “And I miss you.”
“I miss you, too,” I admit. “But I should let you go to sleep.”
Even as I say the words, I push down the disappointment that we’re not going to jerk off for each other via FaceTime. I can rub one out on my own: Justin’s rest is way more important than mutual orgasms.
He pouts, sticking out his plump lower lip. I wish I was there to nibble at it. “I don’t wanna,” he whines, and my heart squeezes at the hint of Little Justin in his voice.
“I know, sweetheart, but the sooner you sleep, the sooner it will be tomorrow.” This reminder is as much for his benefit as my own. I muster an encouraging smile. “One sleep, then Daddy will be there to cuddle you.”
He draws his lip in between his two rows of pearly white teeth and gnaws at it. “Grown-up cuddles?” he asks coyly.
My dick, already half-hard just from seeing him on my screen, twitches with interest.
“Nakedgrown-up cuddles,” I promise, reaching down to adjust myself.
“Mmm,” he says, squirming a little from side to side. “I can’t wait, Daddy.” Another jaw-cracking yawn overtakes him, making me chuckle.
“Sleep, baby. It’ll be tomorrow before you know it.”
He nods, then asks, “Will you stay with me ’til I fall asleep?”
The feeling I’m tryingreallyhard not to name surges through me again with a vengeance. My heart thumps harder in my chest and I nod. “Prop your phone up on your nightstand…yep, like that, good.” My lips curl upwards as he settles back on his pillow. “Now, go to sleep, baby. It’ll be tomorrow really soon.”
He closes his eyes and smiles. “Night-night, Daddy.”
“Night, Justin.”
***
The bus trip home takesforever. I’m agitated from a restless night spent tossing and turning on an uncomfortable hotel mattress, and I skipped breakfast in my bid to make it to the bus on time. I have a headache, and the rowdiness of my teammates isn’t helping me.
This is going to be a long-ass year if all the away games feel like this.
After only a moment’s hesitation, I pull out my phone to text my sister. Mandy and I are probably the closest of all our sibling relationships, partially because she’s the closest to me in age, and also because I spend so much time babysitting her kids. She’s also been super supportive of me dating Justin since the beginning, given that her son, Brian, and Owen have made fast friends at school.
Taking a deep breath, I send my message.
Me
