Chapter 12
David
17 years
On my way back to defense, I nervously glance up at the clock. Ten minutes left to play. Louis and I are unstoppable, but the other team isn’t playing in this league for nothing. The score is almost even at 28-27, and we’re all giving everything we’ve got.
Our opponents tend to favor longer passes in attack, rarely using their pivot, what’s good for us, because that’s exactly the kind of play we like. I see Louis break away from our line to intercept the attack and start running, knowing that he will catch the ball. A murmur goes through the crowd, and I turn justin time to grab the ball out of the air. Left, right, left, and I fly towards the goal.
A whistle, loud cheers, and I get up and jog back to my team. We high-five, but only briefly as we have a game to win, and a close one at that. Louis catches my gaze, holds it for a moment too long, then he laughs and we’re both back in the zone with eyes on the ball.
The buzzer sounds, the game is over. Cheering, we throw our hands up in the air and fall into each other’s arms. Surprised, I reach behind me when something heavy lands on my back and feel my hands on Louis’s butt. Oh, fuck. Startled, I pull them back, but it’s silly. Others do it too and they hold on to the butt, no one can know that it has a different meaning for us.
“Hey babe, awesome game!” His whisper is so low, no one can hear him over the noise. I feel the smile around my mouth grow wider and I reach back and hold him tight just for a moment, just to feel him. Sometimes we stand next to each other and yet I miss him because I’m not allowed to touch him.
For a split second, Louis nestles into my neck, then bites my earlobe, not that it hurts, but the little sting awakens regions I would have preferred to leave sleeping – at least on the court. “Come to my place later?” Hallelujah. I grab his ass cheeks in confirmation, and he jumps back on the floor.
Ten seconds. Max. Our ten seconds of closeness. Do I want more when I see the other guys being hugged and kissed by their girlfriends? Yes, definitely, but when we’re together, just the two of us, I can block out what I’m missing.
The car door slams shut, and Louis’s lips are on mine. I flinch in surprise, then I remember the tinted windows and send asilent thank you to Adrien, who chose this feature for his car, and let myself go.
We’ve already tried a few things, and hey, I’m seventeen, of course it’s hot to come, but his lips on mine, hard and demanding, as if he can’t get enough of me—there’s no better feeling in the world.
Louis’s cold hand slides under my sweater and I shiver, but his soft, “I’m sorry, but I really need to touch you. I have no other choice,” against my lips makes everything okay. Fuck, I love him.
Startled, I pull back, breaking our kiss, and look at him. My heart is pounding in my throat as I sink into the depths of his coffee-brown eyes and realize the significance of my thoughts. Yes, damn it, I love him.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He looks at me with concern, his eyebrows furrowed, while I just grin at him. “David?”
“Everything’s fine. Am I not allowed to look at you? I’m never allowed to look at you.”
Philipp bursts out laughing in the passenger seat and Adrien turns to the side to give him the side eye. “Oh, sorry, but you two are just too cute. Were we like that, baby?” He looks at his husband with glowing eyes.
I can’t see Adrien’s expression anymore because I’m sitting behind him and he’s turned forward, but he shakes his head. Still, I’m sure he’s smiling because Louis is grinning from ear to ear.
“Come on, Papa, tell us, were you like that too?”
“Yes and no. I loved Paps from the very first moment, couldn’t take my eyes off him, but he wasn’t ready. It was pretty difficult for quite a while.”
Philipp puts a hand on his husband’s cheek. “But you were patient, you never gave up on me, and I’m still so grateful toyou for that.”
“I knew it would be worth it.”
I don’t know the whole story; I just know that Philipp was in a very difficult relationship before Adrien. Abuse was also an issue. Totally crazy. I could never imagine doing anything Louis doesn’t want, though I’ve realized in the last months that I’m maybe not the dominant type despite my looks. I suspected that before, but it’s becoming more and more clear. I like it when Lou does what he wants, when he presses me against the wall, when he fucks my mouth till tears run down my cheeks. I like the way he looks at me and asks for my consent, because I know that nothing we do would happen without it. And I want more, so much more, but I don’t know how to ask him for it.
“Do you want something to eat, or ...? All right, got it!” Philipp calls after us with a laugh as we run from the garage straight up the stairs. Impatiently Louis pushes me in front of him, into the room and straight onto the bed. My back is on the mattress, my feet still on the floor, and Louis is standing between my legs. “Damn, you’re so hot on the court when everyone dances to your tune, when our whole game revolves around you, and only I know that everything is different when you’re here with me.”
In one swift movement, he pulls his sweater over his head and grabs mine. I sit up briefly, only to be immediately pushed back down onto the mattress by two strong hands. Slowly, he closes the distance, playing with me, knowing exactly how much I long for his lips, but not letting me get close. I feel like a fish out of water, needing his closeness like the air I breathe, wanting to feel him.
Our crotches press together, but honestly, no one needs four layers of fabric between themselves and the hottest boyin the world. Luckily, Louis feels the same way, because he straightens up and makes short work of our sweatpants and boxer shorts. The next hour blurs into a whirlwind of hot fingers dancing over naked bodies, wild kisses, and exploding galaxies.
Happy and completely exhausted, we lie in each other’s arms. “What was that in the car earlier? Why did you flinch?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks, I can literally feel them getting hot and red. I didn’t think it was possible to get any hotter, but apparently, I was wrong. My face can.
“I... um...” Oh, screw it. I take a deep breath. “I realized something.”
“Something bad?” He raises his eyebrows questioningly.
