It’s not their approval I want.
We lost a few games over the last few weeks and it’s put me in a funk. Blake was nothing but supportive and kept encouraging me that we’d do better next time.
I’m winning this game for him.
It helps that I have extra motivation. Before the game, my dad let me know that he was going away for the weekend, something about one of his friends having a bachelor party. I didn’t question him. He’s gone and that means a free house for the weekend. That's exactly what we’re looking for, a place that's just us, even for a short time. No worries that someone might hear us, or interrupt us. Hours of being able to show Blake just how much I crave him, how much I adore him.
Blood pumping, heart racing, I decide to go for it and when I see my opening, I take it. Cocking my arm back, I let the ball fly. It sails through the air.
My heart slams against my rib cage as I watch it, waiting, the anticipation killing me.
And then the receiver grabs it out of the air and runs over the goal line. “Fuck yes!” I roar, a grin so wide splitting my face. The whole stadium loses it. My teammates rush me, grabbing at me, cheering and shouting, whooping and hollering. We fucking won!
I’ll never get tired of this feeling.
After celebrating with my teammates, I push away from the group and search for Blake. The moment I see him standing in the crowd, a smile almost as big as mine on his handsome face, I start jogging his way.
He makes his way down to the field and the moment I reach him, I’m scooping him up in my arms.
“You fucking did it!” He laughs.
“Hell yeah we did.” I put him back on his feet, then cradle the back of his head, as I kiss him roughly.
“I’m so proud of you.” He pants against my lips. “I knew you could do it.”
Pulling back, I see his cheeks are his usual pink. People are around us, probably gawking, but Blake doesn’t seem to care. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me again.
My whole body lights up as I groan against his lips, my cock thickening against my cup uncomfortably.
Blake has opened up a lot since we started dating. I'm seeing a new side of him and I’m just as obsessed with this side as I am with the rest.
I was worried that I’d scare him off with my need to always touch him, but my angry little kitten is just as much of a cuddle bug as I am.
His biggest boundary is not messing around where people we know, or our family, could catch us, and that's a very fair boundary to have.
Funny enough, my manstillgets flustered when I bring up the library incident. I think he might have a bit of an exhibitionist kink because strangers catching us doesn’t seem to be a turn off. Honestly, it excites me too, but that’s not something I’m going to push any time soon.
I want Blake all to myself, no other eyes but mine. I can’t get enough of him, he’s become my everything. When I’m notaround him, he’s all I think about, worry about, and crave. Maybe it’s not healthy, but I don’t care. I plan on making this man mine forever some day.
People might say we’re young, or that our feelings will change, but I don’t believe they will. If anything, my feelings for him grow stronger every day. I’m looking forward to all the little adventures we will get up to, and the memories we’ll make after graduating.
I haven’t talked to Blake about the future much, yet. I’m afraid it may scare him off, so it’s not worth the risk. But every time he talks about something we’ll do some day, or what kind of house we can live in, kids we might have, all the cats he wants us to adopt, I get the feeling that I won’t have to worry about him not wanting a forever with me.
After one more kiss, I pull back. “Wait for me outside the locker room, okay?” The high of the win just adds to the excitement of what's to come tonight. “We’re going to celebrate.”
“Okay.” He nods, biting his lower lip. Fuck, he’s so adorable.
I beeline back to the locker room with the rest of the team. I’m out of my gear and in the showers in record time. I scrub my body like my life depends on it, wanting to get all the grime and stink off of me. I want to be clean as clean can be if I’m going to have my man tonight.
Maybe I’ll take another one when we get home.With Blake. Fuck. My cock perks up, loving that idea very much.
As I’m getting out, some of the guys invite me out to celebrate, but I decline.
Gear bag in hand, I head out and see Blake and our friends waiting.
“Coopy!” Val cheers. “You did amazing! That winning throw. Holy fuck.” She fans herself.
I chuckle, shaking my head. “Stop it.”
