“You’re not going to, are you?” I shoot him a grin.
“You know me too well.” He huffs.
“Guess that happens when you spend every waking hour with someone.”
“Do we spend too much time together?” Blake asks.
“I don’t think so, why? Do you?” I frown.
“No. I don’t know. I mean, if I’m not spending my free time with you I’d just be at home doing nothing. So, for me, I’m not missing out on anything.”
“But you think I am?” My frown grows.
“Maybe? Before me, you had a whole life. It must have changed a lot. I don’t want you to miss out on things because of me.”
“Trust me, baby, I’m missing out on nothing. Before meeting you, all I did was schoolwork and football. If anything, since meeting you, I’ve been able to do a lot more. With your help with tutoring, I’m not drowning in schoolwork all the time and I’ve been able to hang out with my friends more.”
“Yeah, but I’m always there with you.”
“So what? They’re your friends too. You being there doesn’t change my experience hanging out with them. Plus, Val picks on you now instead of me.” I grin, making him chuckle.
I’m not stupid, I know he’s overthinking things. Blake is insecure and I hate that for him. He’s an amazing guy and I wish he could see that.
He’s afraid of messing things up, of becoming a burden, and scaring off his new friends. He’s never said anything about it to me, but I can see it in the way he acts. Second guessing things, always watching what he says. With time it seems to be getting better. He’s more relaxed now, more open.
None of it is his fault. He spent years being tormented and every time I think about it I want to find every fucking person who made him feel bad, or hurt him, and make them pay.
But I can’t. What I can do is show him how loved he is. Not just by me, but by our friends. They see this about Blake too, but will never point it out to him. It’s another reason why I love my friends so much. They see Blake’s uncertainties and subtly do their best to ease them without him noticing.
We pull into the campus parking lot. Parking the car, I undo my seatbelt and turn to face him.
“You’re worried you’re too much, right? Too clingy and needy, yes?”
Shame floods his face. He tries to look away, but I grip his chin, making him look at me.
“Don’t be. Maybe this will scare you off, but baby, I’m obsessed with you. I want to spend all my free time with you, not because I thinkyouwant to, but becauseIdon’t want to be anywhere else but with you. If I’m not with you, you’re all I think about. It’s better for my sanity if I’m with you, rather than not.”
“Really?” His eyes flick between mine.
“Baby, you’re going to get so sick of me, so fast. I’m not going to be able to keep my hands or lips off you. I’ve gotten a taste and I’m hooked.”
He bites his lower lip and I let out a low groan, my cock twitching at the sight.
“And you wouldn’t be annoyed with me if I did the same?”
“No.” I shake my head, leaning in to suck his lower lip into my mouth. “I’m all yours, baby. Anything you want, you can have.”
“Even if what I want is coffee?”
I chuckle against his lips. “That I can do.”
We head inside and grab our regular order before heading to practice.
Blake and I part ways at the field. He heads for the bleachers and I head to the locker room.
“Were my eyes playing tricks on me, or were you kissing Blake just a few seconds ago?” Brody asks, joining me at my locker.
“Nope. No need to worry about your sight, old man. You saw right.” I grin, closing the locker door.
