“Not interested,” Dane shoots back.
“Too bad.” Noah walks over to his housemate’s bag, pulls out a t-shirt, and tosses it at him. He crosses his arms over his chest. “Mandatory team-bonding. You don’t have a choice.”
Dane scowls before pulling on his shirt. “You’re a pain in the arse,” he grumbles.
“Say what you want, we don’t leave a teammate behind.”
American Pieis playing when we reach Ritter’s room, but the guys are too loud to hear the movie on the tiny, ancient TV. The rooms aren’t that big, and it feels even smaller with fifteen men sprawled around every available surface. Ritter is quick to pour us all a drink as I take a seat on the ground next to Everett, leaning up against Ritter’s bed, and to my surprise, Noah sits next to me.
The heat of his body pressing against mine has me forgetting about Dane’s mood pretty quickly. My hand rests on the floor between us, and he shocks me furtherwhen he places his hand over mine. With how crowded the room is, no one will notice, but my heart definitely gets the memo. When he strokes my pinkie with his, the traitorous muscle skips a beat.
I try to concentrate on the conversation, but all I want is to be alone and naked with the man next to me. That feeling only increases the more we drink.
The room gets rowdier and rowdier, with everyone talking over each other. Not one person says anything about the goal Dane conceded, and eventually his mood lifts. It could have something to do with the alcohol, but I think he’s realised there’s no point dwelling on a game when it’s over.
The room slowly begins to empty from ten, but Dane and I don’t leave until closer to midnight. I wasn’t in any hurry to go to bed when this was my only chance to spend time with Noah. By the time I use the bathroom and crawl into bed, Dane’s already snoring. My phone lights up with a notification, and I grin when I read the message on the screen.
Noah: Sit next to me on the bus tomorrow.
Zac: Are we back in primary school?
Noah: I need to feel you pressed against me.
My dick twitches as I imagine a different way we could be pressed together.
Zac: You didn’t get enough torture tonight? I was hard as a rock knowing no one knew what you were doing to me.
Noah:
Zac: You’re killing me with all this edging.
Noah: Think how good it’ll be when I finally fuck you.
And I’m rock hard again.
Zac: Fuck you, Bentley. I’ll sit next to you if you promise to find an excuse to come over when we get home.
Noah: Deal.
Knowing I’m not falling asleep anytime soon with my raging boner, I watch EPL highlights on my phone, cursing the chainsaw noises coming from the bed next to me until my eyelids droop.
Chapter 28
Noah
Having a secret boyfriend when you’re supposed to be straight isn’t easy. The only place we’re free to be with each other is at his house, but I’m not comfortable having sex when his family is home, and short of skipping classes during the day, which is too risky with whoever my dad has spying on me, we never seem to have the place to ourselves.
It’s ridiculous. I’m a twenty-three-year-old man at university in another state. It’s not like they take attendance, so he must have someone watching me. When he called a couple of weeks ago to ask why I wasn’t in class, I freaked. I ran out on Zac and got my arse straight to class.
My house is a no-go zone considering I live with two of my teammates and I’m supposed to be dating Hannah. Not to mention I was a real dick to Zac until the start of this season, so it would look weird if we were hanging out in my room alone for hours. If we were doing the same degree, we could pass it off as studying, but that’s not an option either.
I’m tempted to get us a hotel room, but they require a credit card for booking, and my dad gets my statements.
So, the result is lots of hot make-out sessions in hisroom, the occasional blow job, some hot as fuck phone sex, and the insane need to be inside him but not having anywhere private to fuck his brains out. I want to hear him screaming my name as his arse tightens like a vice around my dick.
“The masked night at Euphoria is next weekend,” he says, kissing a path up my body after blowing my goddamn mind. He swallowed my load while I muffled my sounds of pleasure with his pillow so his family don’t hear.
My stomach swoops. I’d much rather be there with him than what I have to do that weekend.
