by J. R. Gray
“Holy shit. Now I won’t stop thinking about that.” His chest heaved with a breath and I knew it was the truth.
“Good. So you’ll wait?”
"I would push, but I don't want your first time to be rushed either, so I'm going to give you a pass this time." He stole another kiss before sitting back and putting his hands on my hips. "And I'm starving. I'll feel a lot better with a full stomach." He rocked me over him. "But what to make?”
I grabbed both his hands. "Jesus. Don't do that."
"What this?" He rocked his hips, rubbing into my ass.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I pushed into him. "Yes, that."
"Why?" he asked, acting totally innocent.
"Because I'm going to fucking come in my boxers if you don't stop." As I told him to stop, I kept moving, my dick rubbing into his stomach, nearly a full-on dry fuck.
"I don't think you're really minding." He flipped us, rolling me under him, and ground into me.
"If sex feels anywhere near this good..." I didn't know. I'd be jumping Harden as often as possible.
"Finish your sentence, Van." He slowed his movements and resisted me when I tried to urge him on.
I opened my eyes, not having realized I'd closed them. "I'm going to be addicted," I finished, not wanting to say too much.
"Hard not to be," he said in a low voice, and my stomach twisted.
I didn't want him to go fuck others. I wanted to be the only one he acted like this with. "Right. I see why."
"You'll get more comfortable." He gave his ass one last rock before climbing off and offering his hand. "Pizza for dinner? Since this is the last week we can eat normally before coach tries to make sure all we eat is rice and protein."
I took his hand and used it to stand, grabbing myself when I got to my feet. I needed to jack off. If I carried this pent up need into later, I would come in a few minutes.
"Pizza sounds good. Mind if I take a shower?" I said, trying not to sound like I was going to go jack off in his bathroom.
"Yeah, sure. You know where everything..." Harden turned around, eyeing my hand on my dick. "You're going to go jack off in there, aren't you?"
"And?" I asked.
"No."
"No?" I questioned with an amused tone.
"No. I want your orgasms today. If you want to wait until they’re gone, fine, but I told you, even if you come in five seconds, I want them." He closed the space between us, throwing my hand off my cock to replace it with his. "Promise me?"
"I guess I'm not showering." I rocked into his grip, unable to stop myself.
"Good."
We dressed, and I followed him downstairs. He ordered pizza with his app and then sat on the island with another juice box.
"You know you have a problem, right?" I opened my mineral water and took a sip.
"In what way? My sex appeal? My ability to make you do what I want? Or the amount of juice I consume?"
"I going to go with D all of the above, but I was talking about the juice."
"I can't drink soda in season. What do you expect me to drink? Water?"
"Yeah, kinda. Your body needs it."
"Pish posh. Juice." He poked another straw in a tiny box and downed it in one sip. “Water tastes like garbage.”
"Then why not buy like jugs of it?" We'd had this conversation at least three times.
"Because the boxes are more satisfying. The way they collapse. I can’t get enough.”
“Going from you sounding like a kid with a juice box to talking about sex. It’s a little odd.”
He shrugged. “Love me for who I am, Finch.”
I shook my head, coming to lean on the counter in front of him. "I'm thinking about blowing you again."
He coughed, choking on juice. "Are you?" he said when he stopped sputtering.
"Yes." I dropped my eyes to his crotch and licked my lips. "Is that bad?"
"Fuck, you can spend all night down there if you're that into it." He adjusted, scooting to the edge of the counter to hang his legs over on either side of where I leaned.
"Like it that much?" I asked, sliding my hands up the insides of his thighs.
"Better than any sex I've ever had."
I brightened under the praise. "Really?"
He nodded, setting the empty box aside. "Yes."
I grabbed him through his sweats roughly, but I wanted him to feel the pent up need. "Want me to go down on you before you fuck me?"
"Christ. I want you to go down on me right here. Right like this."
I hooked my finger in his hem and tugged him forward by his waistband, exposing dark hair. "Are you not wearing boxers?"
"Why bother? I didn't plan on wearing anything when my parents left."
I pulled more, exposing him to me fully. His cock stuck straight up, hard and leaking again. I lowered my mouth to it, licking off the precum.
"Fuuuuck," Harden moaned.
"I could make you come so easily."
"No fucking kidding." His breathing stuttered. "It's messed up, but I love the risk. Doing it out in the open like this. Or in the locker room."
I took just his head in my mouth. "I love how turned on it makes you. I didn't realize it was the risk."
"I didn't really put it together until now." He put his hands in my hair and pushed.
"You're so thick." I followed his direction, taking more of him.
"I love how your lips stretch over me. I could watch you all day." His fingertips brushed over my face and jaw and down the back of my neck.
I had ideas, but I swallowed them. I didn't want to scare Harden off, but as long as neither of us was seeing one another…what was a couple of blow jobs between friends? I wondered if he'd blow me. Or maybe that was too far over the line.
I glanced up at him. His lips were parted in a silent moan, and the way he looked at me… He was entirely too intoxicating, and I couldn't handle it.
"How deep can you get?"
I shrugged not taking him out of my mouth. I took as much of him in as I could before my eyes watered and I could feel myself starting to gag. I pulled off, coughing then wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.
"I'll have to work on it."
"You got more than half of me." Harden's eyes were alight, and I'd never been so turned on in my life.
"I can do better. Like I said, I'll have to practice." I bent back to my work. “You can help me with that.”
“Can I?” he asked ruefully.
“Why not. If you like it so much. Or I can practice with something else.” I shrugged.
"I'm curious to see how that goes."
I stopped. Was he inviting me to continue blowing him? Because that's what it sounded like to me. "Are you going to want examples?"
"Maybe."
"I guess I'll have to show you on a banana when I figure out deep throating."
Harden sucked in a breath, and his cock throbbed against my tongue. “I’d rather you show me… on me.”
“I would.” I turned him on, and I liked that way more than I should.
"If you could learn to deep throat, you'd let…someone fuck your mouth?" he asked, and I took note of the word he chose. Maybe he didn't mean for it to be him.
"I'd be into it." I didn't look at him; his cock leaking told me all I needed to know. Harden liked it rough, and from the way my dick strained in my shorts, I did too.
"Shit. Fuck." He started to pull me off him.
I stared at him. "What?"
"I hear the garage." He flipped himself back into his sweats and pushed his hands into his hair crossing his legs again. I backed up to lean on the counter behind me, wiping my mouth.
He stared at me. "Fix your hair."
I roughly pushed my fingers into the tangles, not making much headway with it. "It's not going to get better."
"Fuck’s sake. You look like your lips are chapped and you were just throughly fucked," he hissed.
"I was." I couldn't help the smirk that spread over my face.
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"And now you look smug about it."
I shrugged then turned towards his parents like I hadn’t just had their son’s dick in my mouth in the kitchen. "Governor and Mrs. Hart, how are you?”
Mrs. Hart brushed past with bags in her hands. "Hello there, Vance. How are you? I'm running late for the hairdresser. She'll be here in five." She was out of the room before anyone could reply.
"Big fundraiser tonight," Governor Hart said with a shrug. "She's been helping with it for a year and doesn't like feeling rushed."
"No one likes to be rushed. I can't blame her," I said giving Harden a look.
Harden's little brother Liam walked in last. His baseball pants were slung low and caked in mud. He gave a wave but didn't say a word as he walked to the fridge. I'd stopped trying to engage him years ago. He wasn't a talker, which was fine by me. We got along in silence just fine.
Liam paused and turned around, looking between us. He narrowed his eyes as he studied me, then turned towards Harden. He stared at Harden and said, "Huh, interesting. Wouldn't have guessed," then walked out of the room.
"Huh?" Governor Hart asked.
Harden's eyes went wide for a moment as he looked at me, but he was calm again when he turned towards his dad. "You know how weird Liam is. Could be anything."
"Too true." Governor Hart shook his head. "I don't know about that one." He came over and clapped Harden on the shoulder. "At least I have one son I can rely on." He gave that award-winning smile he used on all the billboards.
"Right," Harden said, shrugging off his father's hand. He seemed uncomfortable, and after what he'd told me about the talk his parents had had with him, so was I. Everything they'd ever said praising Harden felt gross all of a sudden.
The hair stood up on the back of my neck.
"What have you two been up to?" Governor Hart asked glancing between us.
"We played some Mario Kart and just ordered pizza," Harden said, leaving me impressed with the way he could be so nonchalant about all of it.
"Sounds exciting. What are your plans for the night? Sleeping over?" He looked between us again, lingering too long on my face, and it took everything I had not to squirm.
"Yup. That's the idea. Like I said yesterday." Harden let irritation creep into his voice.
"Just wanted to make sure it hadn’t changed." Governor Hart held up his hands. "Practice tomorrow?"
"Yeah, at noon."
His father nodded. "Sure, sure. I guess we'll see you after."
"Cool," Harden said and opened his mouth to say more, but the bell rang. "That's our pizza. I'm going to take it to my room. Let us know when you leave, yeah?"
Governor Hart nodded, and I followed Harden out, happy for an escape. He grabbed the pizza, and we retreated to his room.
I exhaled when he closed the door behind us. "What the fuck was that?"
"I told you. After that speech about me going places, they've been weird."
"Why do you think that is?" I asked, grabbing a slice. “They’ve always liked me.”
"I can't put my finger on it." He sat back with a frown.
"You sure you don't think they overheard us or something?" I asked again, hoping what we were doing wasn't going to screw up anything with his family.
He shook his head. "They weren't home. How could they?"
A knock sounded at his door. "Boys?" came his father's voice. "Can I talk to you?"
"Fuck." Harden pushed to his feet. "This can't be good."
Nine
"I'm going to go deal with it."
"He said boys." I got up to join him.
Harden looked over his shoulder. "Can you keep a mother fucking straight face?"
"I did downstairs," I said, keeping my voice low as we approached the door.
Harden shrugged and muttered, "Whatever."
There seemed to be no fight left in him. Had he become so dejected in the last few weeks? His father weighing on him this much? I hated to see it when his father was so important to him.
He pulled open the door with me standing behind him. "Yes?"
His father studied us. A move often employed the governor. He loved to assess a situation before commenting on it. "Your mother wanted me to come have a talk with you two."
"Okay," Harden said, being a little too gruff in my opinion.
"Can I come in?"
Harden stood back and crossed his arms over his chest, hostility bleeding from him.
"What's wrong?" Governor Hart asked.
"I don't like being treated like I did something wrong," Harden said stiffly.
"That's fair..." Governor Hart trailed off and looked between us. "Your mother is worried you two are up to something."
"Why?" Harden asked.
I didn't dare interject. I didn't want to sound guilty, nor did I want to give Governor Hart the same attitude Harden was giving him. We'd always gotten along, and I didn't want his feelings about me to change.
"Your mother said she feels like you've been sneaking around all week. I don't know, she tried to explain it to me. But we are concerned you're keeping something from us." The governor’s brow pulled, and he looked concerned.
"Is that what that fucking conversation about my future was about?" Harden asked, practically spitting the words at him.
"Language, but yes," Governor Hart said, annoyance creeping into his tone.
"What gave Mom this idea?" he asked, not giving away anything. I was a little impressed. I think I would have cracked under the same from my dad.
"She said you've been acting weird—Vance too. I have to agree with her. You two have been here less and a lot more quiet." He crossed his arms, letting more show than he ever did in public appearances. I’d learned over the years the governor had a slow burning temper he could fan like coals to produce flames when he needed.
"What, I can't hang out other places without the third degree?" Harden asked. “I get that you’re considering a run, and you’re vetting Liam and I, but this isn’t my job, it’s yours. I’m not going to be under a magnifying glass in my own home. I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me so getting treated like this pisses me off.”
I understood why he was frustrated. I didn't like the way his parents were treating us like we were guilty either, but I couldn't help but feel like taking this attitude with them was making it worse. It came off defensive.
“I’m merely trying to prepare you for what’s to come.” The governor narrowed his eyes, reacting to the attitude, I thought. “And I don’t like being treated like I’m not owed honesty from my children.”
"I'm eighteen and going to college in the fall. I don't know what you want from me. I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm eating pizza and playing video games on a Friday night. I'm not out partying like the rest of the team." His nostrils flared; Harden held back what he really wanted to say. “Most everything I do is because of respect for your job.”
I wished Harden would let it go. Giving his father attitude would only make this worse. It was easier and safer to play the game we needed to while here.
"I don't like this attitude either, which makes me agree with your mother."
"Okay," Harden said tilting his chin up, the movement rife with defiance.
"Why can't you just talk to me?" Governor Hart asked.
"Because I feel like I got a lecture for nothing."
Harden was a stubborn asshole. Instead of taking the offered olive branch, he came off determined to drive home his point. He wasn't going to give them an inch. Once he decided something, it was nearly impossible to reason with him. His father had to know that. The governor was the same way. But they were going to keep butting heads because they were both stubborn bastards.
"And we feel like you're hiding things."
"What would you like from me? Or can I eat my pizza before it gets cold?”
The governor searched his face. "I don't know. But I'm not happy. I have to go get ready so we aren't late, but we aren't done talking about this."
"The attitude probably didn't help." I said carefully.
Harden’s temper was throwing me off, so it had to be throwing his parents off too. Their golden boy had suddenly become defiant. No wonder they were scared.
"I'm not going to kiss their asses when they treat me like I'm doing something wrong with zero fucking evidence. I'm not out partying, I'm here fucking you. I could be doing a lot worse."
"I know." I took a seat next to him on the sofa not knowing what else to say.
"We need to be careful. I don't want them to get any ideas about us. If they try and forbid me from seeing you or something…" He pushed his tongue into the space behind his lower lip.
" We've been best friends since kindergarten. You don't really think…" I couldn't imagine them doing it.
"I didn't expect them to act like this either, so I don't know what to do with it." He laid his head back. “The last thing I want him to claim is you’re bad for my image. Or his.”
I picked up the forgotten pizza slice and tucked my knee into my chest. "We don't have to do anything more if you're worried about them finding anything out or fucking shit up."
I hated saying it. I hated even suggesting we wouldn't go further. The idea of never getting even a little part of him crushed me, but I would always put our friendship first. I couldn’t offer the governor a reason to forbid Harden from seeing me.
"No, fuck that, Van. Fuck them. They want to treat me like I've done something wrong, they can deal with my attitude. I'm not going to not fuck who I want because I'm worried about how they'll react.” He grabbed my face, so I’d look at him. “What are they going to do? Cut me off? Whatever. I don’t have to speak to them. If they want to play games, I’ll make everything difficult. He’s the one with something to lose.”
His point didn’t go unnoticed, but I didn’t want it to come to that. Someone who could never love me didn’t need to screw everything up with his family to help me.
"Is that what you really want?" I asked, wishing he’d back down from the bull headedness.
"Of course not. But they shouldn't have bought me condoms and told me they understood sex was a normal part of growing up if they didn't think that also included men."