“Don’t worry about it. Our time will come.” Someday, hopefully.
Chapter 17
David
19 years
“Hey, have you seen it? We’re rooming together.” Louis stands close to me, a little too close as usual, and spins a ball in his hands as if we were having a casual conversation.
My heart stops for a moment. “Are you serious? I was sure I was sharing a room with Finn.”
“No, there’s a single room because Serkan isn’t coming, and Coach decided to give it to Finn.”
Wow, I’m speechless. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long – falling asleep next to Louis at night and waking up next to him in the morning. Now it’s happening. Then I remember what I packed inmy bag and fuck, I’m not even remotely prepared. “Why didn’t they tell us sooner? I don’t have anything with me.”
Louis bursts out laughing. “You should see your face. But don’t panic, I’m equipped.”
“For me too? For … the bathroom?” Maybe I’m sensitive about this, and I know that some men can judge after a while whether they can have sex or not, but I’m not there yet. I don’t feel comfortable being spontaneous, I need my fifteen minutes in the bathroom, otherwise I just can’t let go and relax.
Yes, that sounds stressful, but no, I can’t imagine topping. I don’t want to call the shots, I want to... receive. I want to watch Lou turn, twist, bend, and use my body to bring us both to orgasm, to make us see stars. There’s nothing better.
“Yes, for you too.” Louis grins from ear to ear. “Hop in.”
He emphatically pushes me up the steps of the huge bus that our club has booked for the team. We’ve qualified for a national tournament and have a five-hour drive ahead of us. That doesn’t sound like too much, but registration is at eight o’clock tomorrow morning. First game starts at nine. The coaches have decided that it’s not at all reasonable for us to leave at two a.m., because you have to allow for an hour’s buffer. That’s why we’re staying in a hotel for one night.
The rooms are nothing special, but for Louis and me, it’s a room with a lock that isn’t his room, and for the first time, we can spend the night together.
I’m of age. Of course, I could stay overnight whenever I want, with whomever I want, but I don’t want any trouble with my parents, so I don’t even ask anymore. Maybe I’m too weak, maybe I should just go for it and do something that’s important to me, but every time I decide to do so, my mother looksat me in sheer disbelief. As if she knows what I’m going to ask.“Of course not. Your father would never agree to that. How could you even ask?”Then she would shake her head while rolling her eyes.
Maybe I should just call at night, or better yet, send a WhatsApp message saying that I’m not coming home and staying somewhere else, but I don’t dare. Even though it hurts every time I kiss Louis goodnight and drive home, only to crawl back into his bed as early as possible the next morning.
By now his parents set the breakfast table for me too every Saturday and Sunday. I even have my own cup with my name on it. Louis’s fathers brought it back for me from their vacation last summer, because everyone has a cup like this from Île de Saint-Émile.
“Why are you standing there? Come here.” Louis impatiently taps the mattress next to him, and I drop down beside him. He immediately rolls over on top of me, cradles my face with his hands and kisses me.
Almost magically, all my tormenting thoughts disappear, and in no time at all my head is empty. Only Louis can do that. I forget everything around us, and when there’s a knock at the door, I jump in surprise. “Are you coming? Dinner’s ready.”
“Yes, just a minute!” Lou jumps up quickly to get the door. On the way there, he shifts his cock in his sweatpants and I have to stop myself from laughing out loud. He looks completely destroyed. Curls in all directions, lips swollen. Nevertheless, he opens the door.
“Hey, we’ll be right there. We... uh...” Embarrassed, he runs his fingers through his hair in an attempt to salvage what can no longer be salvaged. “We fell asleep. From the drive.Totally exhausted. Go ahead, we’ll be right there.” Then he slams the door in our teammates faces and shuffles back down the hallway to the room with his head hanging low. “That was horrible. Do you think there’s any chance they don’t know what we were doing?”
The rumors that we are more than friends persist among the team, but no one seems to mind, there are no stupid comments or anything, not even behind our backs. Finn just mentions every now and then that there is talk in the locker room when we arrive or leave together. When physical contact lasts just a second too long.
Louis and I have decided not to comment until we are asked directly. And the longer no one is talking shit, the better. So I just shake my head and laugh. “Probably not. Come on, let’s go before they go crazy talking about what’s happening.”
It’s strange, but I feel totally relaxed with my team. Coming out for real is something else entirely, but I can handle their friendly banter well enough because I know that if push came to shove, no one would out me.
Louis and I are the last to arrive at the table and the first to leave after dinner. Most of our teammates can’t hide their smirks, but Lou and I leave anyway. As soon as our room door closes behind us, Louis is on me, pressing me against it and whispering into my ear. “I’ll give you fifteen minutes in the bathroom, after that we’ll take a shower. I’m going to finger you until you’re on all fours begging for my cock, and then I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast, just the way you like it.”
Ah, fuck. The sound that slips from my mouth in response to his words is more than pathetic. Just listening to him made me rock hard, and I’ll probably come as embarrassingly quickly as a teenager who has just discovered the functions ofhis cock. Fantastic.
When I open the bathroom door, Louis is already waiting. Naked and hard, just for me. He pushes me into the floor-level shower holding me against the cool tiles, skin on skin, not an inch between us, as he rubs his cock against mine.
Oh yes, I sink down a little so they can touch completely. The water is enough so they glide gently against each other.
“Turn around for me. Show me your cute little hole. Is it impatient for me?”
Yes, damn it, I’m super impatient, which is why I quickly put both hands on the wall, because my legs are dangerously weak. But only for a second, then they give way completely. Louis has found my prostate with the first stroke of his finger, and I see stars from the overwhelming lust that shoots through my body that very moment.
