by Eden Finley
He growls, and if I wasn’t already turned on, that would do it. “Thirty seconds. Then your ass is mine.”
25
Foster
Zach could not move any slower if he tried.
Seriously.
And when he bends over to unplug his phone charger?
“Okay, fuck this.” I grab Zach from behind, and he lets out an adorable squeak.
I spin him and push him back against the wall.
His head slams into it. “Ow.”
“Shit. Are you okay?” I run my hand over the back of his head.
He laughs. “I’m fine. My first sex injury.”
“Sex concussion. That’s badass.”
“Maybe you should make a mental note that I’m not as big as all those hockey players you throw around on the ice.”
“Noted. But the sentiment still stands. Fuck waiting until we get back to my room. I need you now.” I rock my hips, digging my erection into him.
He shudders against me. “But … bed …”
“Think outside the box, Mr. Genius. You got supplies?”
“Supplies …”
“Lube. Condoms.” I cock my brow.
“Oh. Umm, in my drawer.” He points to his desk. “Might have ordered some when I bought the jock strap that now belongs to a frat house.” He glances away and blushes.
I don’t know if the hesitation coming from him is his usual nerves or something else. “You okay with me fucking you again?” I double-check.
He nods. Hard.
I lean in close to his ear. “Get naked.”
He moves fast but is still fumbling with his clothes when I come back with what I need.
Zach’s shirt is on the ground, his pants are around his ankles, but he’s still in his underwear, and I don’t think I’ve seen a nicer sight in a long time. If ever.
And I’m sure it has nothing to do with the giant Captain America shield logo on his bright blue briefs that plays into the whole nerd fantasy thing.
“Turn around,” I croak.
Zach looks confused.
I put the lube on his bedside table and physically spin him, then lift his hands to place them on the wall.
The groan that leaves me at the sight of his tight ass framed by his small briefs is feral and animalistic.
I run my hands down his sides and hook my fingers into the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them down his legs. “I can’t believe you thought I was even close to being done with you.”
“I-it m-might have been an e-error on my part.”
“The biggest.”
He steps out of his pants and underwear. “It’s not my fault I don’t understand dating.”
I stand and plaster myself to his back, nuzzling his neck. “Okay, I’ll take some of the blame for that. I forgot you’re new to this. Here’s a tip for future reference. If a guy isn’t interested in you, he won’t send check-in texts to see how you are even if you ignore most of them.”
Zach trembles and lets out a breathy, “Good to know. See, I’m learning.”
“Most guys won’t let you mark them with a hickey unless they’re already yours either.”
Zach pushes his ass against my erection which is still trapped behind my jeans. “So you’re saying I broke protocol?”
“I loved that you marked me, but now it’s my turn.” I suck hard on the junction between his shoulder and his neck.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
When I think I’ve done a good enough job, I release him. “There. That should keep any doubts away for at least a week.”
“And then?”
“Then I might have to do it again.” My arms go around him, holding him against me.
He squirms, his tight body demanding more. “F-foster …”
His needy voice does things to me. It makes me harder for him, and it settles something in my chest. The way he says my name makes me feel needed. Wanted.
I force myself to step away from him, despite his protesting whimper, and shed my clothes.
He stands completely still, his hands against the wall, his head turned so he can watch me over his shoulder.
Once I’m naked, I reach for my cock and give it a few strokes, knowing he’s watching.
Zach’s gaze tracks me as I reach for the lube. He grunts.
“Is that impatience I hear?” I tease.
He doesn’t answer me.
“Still with me?” I run a lubed finger down his ass crack and tease his tight ring of muscle.
“Uh-huh.”
His hole clenches and releases like he’s fighting the urge to tense up.
I continue to tease while I wait for him to relax and open for me before pushing my finger inside.
Zach breathes hard as I slowly stretch him.
I need to be inside him, but I don’t want to hurt him.
When he’s panting and begging for more, I add more lube. More fingers.
It’s obvious when I find the right spot and massage over his prostate because he starts taking control. He moves his hips, his ass taking my fingers deeper and harder. My needy cock leaks precum onto his left ass cheek while a full-body shiver runs through him.
“I’m ready,” he grits out.
He still feels so tight, but I trust him.
When I roll the condom on and line myself up, I make sure to enter him slowly.
His hole contracts around the head of my dick, and I see stars.
I grit my teeth as his heat surrounds my cock because it’s so tempting to slam inside him.
Keep moving slowly.
Keep breathing.
When I’m fully buried inside him, I cover his back with my body.
He’s the perfect size. Tall enough that I only have to bend slightly at the knees. Small enough that I can wrap my whole body around him.
“Move,” he begs.
“I want you to feel every inch of me,” I mumble in his ear. “How hard I am for you.” I reach around him and wrap my fingers around his cock. “What you do to me.”
I pull out an inch or two and thrust back in.
He makes a desperate sound that’s a cross between a grunt and a plea for more.
I stroke him in time with my thrusts, whispering claiming words in his ear and making sure he knows I mean it when I say this isn’t over.
We are nowhere near done.
“I want more of you. All of you.”
“H-have me.” His voice is shaky. “Take me.”
“You want it harder?”
“Please.”
Who am I to deny Zach anything he wants?
I straighten up and test it out, seeing how he responds to a little speed.
His moans fill the space and urge me to go deeper. Harder.
Sweat runs down my face and chest, making my hair stick to my forehead.
“Fuck, Zach.”
At his name, he stiffens, and his ass tightens around my cock so hard I almost pass out.
Warmth fills my hand as he comes, but I don’t slow down.
I’m so close.
I thrust one more time, reaching the point of no return, and then I’m coming hard, shuddering and convulsing inside him while my cum fills the condom.
I pull him off the wall and hold him from behind, as my cock slips out of him.
He’s just as sweaty as I am.
“Holy shit,” he breathes.
“Holy shit good, or …”
“So good. I can’t even think of words good. More than good. The first time was good. This was …”
“Really good?”
“Good good.”
I chuckle against the back of his neck. “You ever say a word so many times it loses all meaning? I think we can add good to that list.”
“Okay,” he says sleepily. He’s loose in my arms, covered in cum, yet neither of us makes a move to fix that.
“Maybe we should shower and then head back to my place,” I say.
“My shower sucks. It’ll only fit one o
f us at a time.”
“Damn. You go first.”
Zach disappears into his small bathroom while I take care of the condom and throw it in his trash.
When he comes back out a few minutes later with his hair wet and a towel wrapped around his waist, my cock twitches.
He eyes it. “Really?”
I shrug. “You’re cute when you’re all wet.”
“I don’t know if I can go another round tonight.”
I step forward. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorr—”
“Not hurt. Just … a little tender.”
I frown.
“In a good way. I promise.”
“Want me to kiss it better?” I waggle my eyebrows.
He laughs and shoves me toward the bathroom. “Go shower.”
Oh, he’ll so be getting a lesson on rimming later if he thinks I’m joking.
I saunter past him and jump into the shower. His soap smells like him, so I make sure to use a generous amount so I can smell him on me all night.
When I get out, I find my clothes laid out neatly on his bed, and I have to bite my lip from laughing.
I fail.
“What?” Zach asks. “Is that weird?”
“It’s positively adorable and so … you.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
I pull him close, not caring I’m still naked while he’s dressed again. “It means I like it. Just like I like you.”
He looks up into my eyes, and I lower my head to kiss him sweetly.
“You ready to go?”
“Ready.”
“Give me two minutes, and we’ll get out of here.”
Damn.
I’d only spent a couple of nights sleeping next to Zach, but until this moment, I didn’t realize how much I already missed it.
He fits against my side perfectly. With my arm around him and his head on my chest, I could easily fall asleep right here and now even though it’s only eight.
My big, bad, hockey player reputation could be at stake if anyone found out, but I couldn’t care less.
That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, star forward for the Colchester Mountain Lions is a cuddler.
“Foster?”
I don’t bother opening my eyes. “Mm?”
“When you say you’re not done with me, does that mean … Is it … What does that mean exactly?”
That wakes me up. “It means I’m not done with you. Straight forward and to the point.”
“But that implies there will be a time when you’ll be done with me. Are there usually time frames put on this type of thing?”
“What type of thing?”
“Dating. Uh … or whatever we’re doing.”
I roll onto my side. “You need a label?”
“Labels help me identify meaning and expectation.”
I’m the opposite.
I cup his cheek. “We can be whatever you want us to be. If you want to break it down into categories and labels, here’s my deal. I’m not seeing anyone else, and I don’t plan to. I hope it’s the same for you, but if you don’t want that then let me know.”
“I don’t.”
I pull back. “You don’t want exclusivity?”
“Wait, no, I do! I don’t want to see anyone else.”
Phew. For a minute there, my heart was in my throat. “Okay, so we’re not seeing anyone else. I want to spend what little free time I have with you.”
“Same.”
“And I want to go out in public with you. Hold your hand in the dining hall. Walk you to classes when I can. Kiss you goodbye after sports psych.”
“All of those are acceptable terms.”
“Then I have really bad news for you.”
“Bad news?”
“It kinda sounds like we’re boyfriends …”
“B-boyfriends? I’ve never had one of those before.”
I snort. “Neither have I. Not an official one or anything.”
Zach’s face lights up. “Wait … are you saying I’ve taken one of your firsts? That’s so backward for us.”
“It is backward for us.”
Zach leans in to kiss me. It’s chaste but sweet. Then he settles again and lets out a content sigh. “Okay, that was all. You can go back to sleep now.”
Only I can’t.
Because I remember my promise to my brother.
I’ve always used the excuse of not being serious about a guy to avoid coming out to Mom and Dad.
And I know it has always been just that—an excuse. Something easy to hide behind.
It’s long past time I told them, and I know it has to happen sooner or later, but I was kinda hoping for it to be way later. Like, at my wedding, maybe.
Hey, Mom and Dad, did I forget to tell you I was marrying a dude? Oops. Happy wedding day to me!
“Are you okay?” Zach’s voice is small. “Is boyfriends too much for you? Your entire body’s tense all of a sudden.”
“How did you come out to your parents?”
“Oh. Uh, you should see photos of me when I was five and wearing my mother’s heels and dresses. I know that doesn’t have anything to do with sexuality, but when I told my mom I’m gay, she wasn’t shocked. Dad went quiet, but he has accepted it in his own way.”
Maybe that’s the issue. That I don’t think my parents expect it of me. I haven’t hinted, haven’t joked, haven’t really addressed it at all.
When they’ve come to my games, I’ve half-hoped they’d overhear something about it so I wouldn’t have to tell them.
I want them to know, but I don’t know how to explain it fully.
“Are you thinking about telling your parents?”
“Have been thinking about it for six years.”
“Oh. Well, you don’t have to do it for me. Just so you know.”
“Thanks, but this isn’t about that. It’s more about wondering if there’s ever going to be a right time. Would you be okay with me telling them about us?”
“Completely, but again, you really don’t have to. At least not for my sake. It’s a big step, and it has to be harder for you than it was for me.”
“Because I’m an athlete?”
He chuckles. “No, because you’re not gay. Gay is simple. Straight is simple. Bi is seen as more complicated than it needs to be.”
“Exactly!”
“If it makes you feel any better, there are more bi people than gay and lesbian people combined, but only about twenty-six percent come out. According to stats anyway.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better. Like, at all.”
“Stats always make me happy.”
“Yeah, but when you point out that only twenty-six percent of bi people come out because the rest of the world can’t be bothered to educate themselves on what being bi means … it’s shitty.”
“Sorry. It was supposed to make you feel not so alone.”
I kiss the top of his head. “Thanks for trying.”
“If you do want to come out and want support or whatever, I can go with you. Or, I mean, Seth would too. You’re closer with him, so it’d make more sense—”
Leaning in, I capture his rambling mouth with my lips. “I’ll think about it.”
But honestly, throwing it in the to do later basket is much more appealing.
26
Zach
“Foster …”
He grunts but doesn’t look away from the laptop on the desk in front of him.
“Foster …” I roll onto my back on the bed, sliding his shirt up over my stomach. Since I discovered his fascination with my superhero underwear, they’re basically all I wear when we’re alone, which is more and more lately. “Ironman wants to say hello.”
That gets him. His lips twitch up at the sides, but with willpower as impressive as his hockey skills, he keeps his eyes on the screen.
I slide from the bed and cross to his desk chair. Foster automatically pushes back, and I climb into his lap before he slides us both closer to his desk
. His lips brush my hair as I tuck my face into his neck.
“Almost done,” he says.
“Well, I’m going to start sucking on your neck, and if you end up with another hickey that’s on you.”
His laugh is low and rumbly against my chest. “The guys are starting to give me shit. I’m not sure I’ll survive another one.”
I hide my smile against his shoulder. The thought of his team teasing him over me awakens something similar to how I feel when he’s being all claimy. Dating Foster has been something I never knew I wanted, and I’m a little terrified about what happens when this ends. I’ve always been sure of things, but having something this out of my control is unnerving. “I could potentially suck on something else …”
Foster wraps an arm tight around my waist. “Yes. Always yes.”
So I do. On my knees under the desk I work him over until I’ve successfully pulled his attention from whatever he’s studying. He’s so big, and I haven’t figured out deep-throating yet, but I’ve had enough practice over the last few weeks that I am determined to master this thing. And when Foster grunts and comes down my throat, hands tangled in my hair, we lock eyes and something settles inside me.
I’m happy.
This relationship business is a lot easier to understand now that I’ve had practical experience. Foster pulls me back onto his lap.
“Ironman, eh?” He shifts me up until I’m kneeling on his thighs, gripping his shoulders for dear life, and returns the favor. Unlike me, my boyfriend has well and truly mastered deep-throating. It takes him next to no time to set me off.
When I settle back on his thighs, Foster grabs my head and kisses me deep. It’s consuming when he gets like this, as though he can’t get enough of me.
“I love coming back to find you in my bed.”
“Technically, I was sitting on the floor.” I nod toward where my laptop and textbook rest.
“And in my shirt.”
“It’s comfortable.”
“It feels better with you here.”
I give him a dry look. “It’s because I put the heat on, isn’t it?”
“It’s so warm in here.” He smiles. “I haven’t seen you much the last few days.”