“Shut the fuck up and press play.”
The video started with an explosion of sound. Heavy breathing and the wet sound of tongues sliding together punctuated by the distant pounding of bass from music playing elsewhere in the club.
The camera was positioned oddly, as if one of the three dudes in the bathroom with Simeon had been holding it at his hip to keep it hidden. The angle gave a perfect view of Simeon being pressed against the wall by the blond-haired frat boy Gavin had later punched in the face. It was hard to believe this guy had been planning to set Simeon up all along. The first thirty seconds of the video were nothing but the two of them kissing each other with a hunger usually left for something you’d been craving for years.
“Fuck,” someone muttered, out of frame. “He’s hotter in person.”
On camera, Simeon pulled away from the kiss with a low laugh, but the blond yanked him closer again. That one movement was the first tell that he hadn’t wanted Simeon to see the phone. A protective streak tore through me, but it was razed by heat when Simeon reversed their positions and shoved the blond against the wall. He wasn’t gentle. To me at least, the message was clear: I’m about to suck you off but I’m not anyone’s bitch. The way he effortlessly pinned the dude in place announced it loud and clear, even as Simeon shoved the guy’s shirt up and began kissing his way down.
“Yeah,” that voice whispered again. “Suck his dick, Boudreaux.”
The blond buried his fingers in Simeon’s hair, gripping tight, and panted loudly. There was a smirk on his face I’d have loved to wipe off. Because he didn’t deserve that moment. He didn’t deserve Simeon’s kisses or touches. He deserved what he’d gotten from Gavin Brawley.
The words wound up in a knot wanting to pop out of my mouth, but I swallowed them once on-screen Simeon swallowed the blond’s cock. He took it all the way down without a hesitation, and then glanced up at the blond.
My breath gushed out in a whoosh, and my dick went from semi-hard to sliding down the thigh of my sweatpants. I draped my hand over it in a half-assed attempt to hide it.
The blond slumped against the wall as Simeon went to work, sucking that dick like he’d been born for it, as the surround-sound speakers blasted every slurp and wet sloppy sucking sound.
“Oh fuck.”
Had that hoarse whisper come from my mouth or one of the guys on the video? I froze in place, too afraid to glance over at Simeon and too turned on to stop watching the video. I was panting just as hard as the blond jackass while my dick pulsed beneath my hand. A spasm went through my fingers.
I ignored it.
Simeon draped his arm over the back of the couch and that brief graze of his skin against my neck caused them to spasm again. This time, I pressed down.
One of the other guys on the video undid his jeans. “Let me get a turn.”
Simeon pulled off the blond’s dick, his mouth wet and open, before turning to the guy beside him. He grinned, filthy and promising, right before grabbing the dude’s cock by the root and guiding it into his mouth. He jerked the shaft while sucking on the head, moaning around it.
“Fuck, Simeon,” I said thickly. “Look at you.”
“Look at you,” he said, right in my ear. “I see that dick print, Bravo. Guess you weren’t lying about how big it is when it’s hard.”
I stared straight ahead, mouth still ajar and fingers betraying my self-control to massage my dick through the thick cotton of my pants. If I looked at Simeon, with his face this close, something was gonna happen. It was easier to watch him blow randoms. Or it was, until on-screen Simeon sucked Asshole Number Two to climax and extended his tongue to catch each drop of semen.
I grabbed the base of my dick through my sweats and squeezed.
Simeon went back to the blond, taking him all the way in to the sound of echoing moans, and I went for it. Self-control out the window, no thoughts except focusing on how horny I was, how much I needed to get off, and how much I wished it was me in that bathroom. I jerked my dick through my sweats and watched from beneath my eyelashes. It wasn’t nearly enough friction with the thick fabric swaddling me, but even that stimulation had me panting like a dog.
Beside me, Simeon inhaled sharply.
“My dick making you uncomfortable?” I asked hoarsely. “Sorry not sorry. Watching someone get used has a way of getting to me.”
“Uncomfortable is a word for it.” Simeon squeezed my shoulder in a light massage. “You can take it out, you know. Won’t be the first time I’ve seen your piece.”
I glanced at him once and found dilated hazel eyes and parted lips centimeters from me. His eyebrow lifted in a challenge, and damned if I didn’t take that as my cue. Leering back at him, I yanked the elastic of my waistband down and pulled out my dick.
“Nice.”
I shuddered and rolled my head back to watch the projection. The blond was gripping the back of Simeon’s head but not moving. He just stood there passively with his eyes rolled back.
“I’d have fucked your mouth so hard,” I breathed. “Watched those pretty lips stretch around my cock while you took it. Made you fucking gag.”
“I don’t gag.”
“Then you must not fuck around with people who will ride your face, baby. I’d make you choke.”
Simeon grabbed the side of my face and jerked it around. He looked me over intently, face flushed and eyes still wild.
“Wanna try me?”
Three words, and I almost came. My whole body jackknifed up, dampness pooling at my slit.
“You know I’m not gonna back down.”
Simeon’s fingers tightened on my face, gripping so tight I’d probably have bruises the size of his fingerprints tomorrow, before pulling away. The video was still going, but watching him suck someone else held no appeal when his lean, muscular body was kneeling between my thighs. His hands were yanking down my sweats, and he was licking his lips in preparation for me.
He glanced at me again, a flash of indecision shining through the lust.
“Suck it,” I whispered. “Show me what you got.”
I flexed my hips up, pressing the tip of my cock against his wide, soft mouth. Again, he hesitated and just stared at me with narrowed, untrusting eyes. Was he going to leave me hanging? If I went by the hardness straining in his own shorts, I knew he wanted it. Wanted me.
“Come on, Simeon. Don’t get scared—”
The words died in my throat when he took me in, pressing forward so my meat could surge in deep and lodge down his throat. He opened wide to accommodate me and hummed around my length. No gagging. Not yet, anyway. I cradled the back of his head to help it along. With both hands splayed and sliding through his curly hair, I guided him forward while humping his face. He sucked with thirst, eyes closed and mouth working as the wet sounds of his lips smacking and my dick plundering his wet throat filled the air.
I hunched forward, panting loud enough to drown out the video, and surged down his throat faster and with more force. And bless my dude, he took it down. Even with his lips stretched wide and his nose buried in my pubic hair, he didn’t once panic or pull back for air.
“So good at taking that dick,” I muttered. “So fucking beautiful.”
Simeon glanced up at me, and I realized what I’d just said. What the hell?
I snapped my hips hard. He gagged and backed off with watering eyes. That should have been it, right? He’d lost the game. That was a wrap. I should have been laughing and jerking myself off the rest of the way or something, right? That was how this went in other universes where straight dudes let their gay friends suck them off as a challenge?
But it didn’t happen here.
I guided him closer and nearly convulsed when he wrapped his big hand around my shaft. He jerked it while suckling the head and, just like in the video, he wound up with his lips and hands smeared with precum and s
aliva.
“Come on, baby. Faster.” I gripped his jaw as he complied. My dick swelled larger and an unmistakable ache started in my balls and spread. “Yeah, just like that. Suck that dick, Simeon.”
He opened his eyes again and looked up at me while I fucked his mouth with increasing urgency.
“Oh fuck.”
He yanked me closer, moving faster.
“Oh shit, oh fuck, Simeon—”
My brain went on the fritz as my dick released stream after stream of semen into his waiting mouth. I wanted to keep watching as he swallowed it down, but my eyes rolled back. I shuddered.
There were a dozen witty statements trying to gather their forces and march to the forefront of my brain, but I couldn’t get it together enough to crack a joke. Or absorb what had just happened. I lay there in a daze until Simeon sat up and brushed his lips to mine.
I froze. For just a second, I felt those velvet lips and tasted the heady combination of his saliva and my semen. And for half a second, I felt his tongue against mine.
Then I sat up and shoved him away so violently he fell backwards, nearly slamming his head into the table.
“What the fuck?”
He remained on the floor, not moving except for one hand that balled into a fist. He was staring at the ceiling but not speaking. I stood over him, breathing hard.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Simeon slowly raised his arm to rub it against his still damply glistening mouth. His jaw clenched.
“Bro, we were just fucking around,” I said. “You get that, right? It was just a game.”
Finally, he looked at me. And goddamn if he wasn’t trying to freeze my soul.
“Listen, I’m not trying to be—”
“I get it.” He pushed his shoulders against the floor and bounced to his feet in one movement. “Guess you won. Congrats.”
Simeon turned away, fixing his own clothes. I grabbed his shoulder, but he shoved my hand way.
“Come on, man. Don’t be that way.”
“I gotta go, Adrián.”
He strode out of the living room and to the front door as I followed.
“Dude, don’t be pissed. I’m just saying—”
Simeon cast me a scathing look over his shoulder. “Get your life, boy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Chapter Nine
Adrián
The football program transitioned from a summer camp to an after-school program after August ended, which also signaled the official beginning of the NFL season. My time put in at the Center had been going on for three weeks already, and yet my official punishment by the NFL would be starting this week. Six games to go before I could put my pads on and charge out onto the field again.
I’d felt that loss every time I woke up in the morning during the summer to my own ceiling instead of the one at our training facility. Now, I felt it every time I looked at social media and saw my feed full of shit about the upcoming game. This coming Sunday my boys would be playing the Barons. That was going to make things with Simeon fun.
Not only did I have five more weeks of sitting with my thumb up my ass when I wasn’t trying to mold my sassy peewee players into miniature warriors, I had five more weeks of Simeon ignoring me at the Center.
“Are you excited for the schedule changing?” Yaritza sat behind her desk, printing out pages while nursing an iced coffee the size of her head. “We’re cutting it down to an hour after school twice a week with scrimmages on Saturdays.”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, sprawling in one of the chairs in her office. “I’m ready to be rid of these asshole paps that stay camped outside this place.”
“They’ll still be there,” she said, frowning. “But they’re supposed to stay a certain distance away, so at least it will be from afar. We had to put that in place after a mom just about went upside some photographer’s head when he knocked her kid down to get to you two.”
“I didn’t even know that happened.”
“That’s because Simeon smoothed it over by giving her season tickets.”
“Of course.”
Yaritza looked up from her computer. “Everything okay with you two?” At my blank stare, she held up her hands. “Hey, I’m not trying to act like a friend or even a confidante, but your shoulders have been so cold I just about get frostbite going into the rec room.”
“I dunno what you’re talking about.”
“Well, maybe it’s in my head,” she said generously. “But . . . the kids have noticed. Delilah said practice isn’t as fun since you two decided to hate each other again.”
Since Simeon had decided to hate me again over a stupid shove. That was the accurate version of events. Each blank look and dismissive comment, each time he bounced out of the Center without saying good-bye, was a splinter lodging into my chest. It had literally been one week since the thing at my penthouse, but with nothing to do but work out or mess around on social media when we weren’t with the kids, it felt like more.
“There’s just some tension because of the game on Sunday.”
“What game?”
I sighed tragically. “You’re killing me, Yari.”
She smiled sweetly, and that’s when I knew she was fucking with me.
“Are you going?” she asked.
“Can’t. I’m not allowed to have contact with my coaches or even see other guys on the team while I’m suspended, so I plan to stay my ass in Brooklyn and watch from the comfort of my own hot tub all by my damn self.”
“Aw, poor thing. The struggle is so real. At least you have Simeon.”
“Yeah, thank God for that.”
I left her office only to nearly knock down Brayden and his father. I’d rarely been up close and personal with the guy because, unlike Simeon, I tried to keep my distance from the parents. The last thing I wanted was for them to think they had personal access to me or could suck up to me and become my buddy. That sense of unease was why I barely had any friends off my team. Even my boys from high school had changed once I’d begun starting and got the big contract.
His father was younger than what seemed average to have a kid Brayden’s age. He had blond hair and pale eyes, and more or less looked like an aging Adonis. He also did a quick once-over of me that made it plain as day this dude wasn’t all the way straight. No wonder he was always up under Simeon’s fine ass.
My lips pulled into an automatic sneer that I tried to smooth. I looked down at Brayden.
“See you on Tuesday afternoon, little man?”
“If you haven’t killed yourself after losing to the Barons.”
“Wow.”
Simeon appeared next to me and frowned down at Brayden. “Dude, suicide jokes aren’t cool. Come on, now. You know better than that.”
Brayden rolled his eyes. “Sure.” He walked backwards to the door and waved sarcastically before turning away.
I snorted. That kid hated my ass, but I still found him funny as fuck. Good thing Simeon was here to be the role model.
“Have a good weekend, guys,” Mr. Whatever-the-Hell-His-Name-Was said. He sent a separate smile to Simeon. “If you don’t end up going to the game, let me know.”
Simeon nodded, eyes twinkling with his usual big grin. “You got it, Judd.”
Brayden’s father left, and I shot Simeon the most incredulous glare I could muster.
“‘Judd’?”
Truth be told, I thought he’d ignore me like he had for the past five days, but this time he didn’t.
“Yeah. Judd.”
“What, are you friends now?”
“He’s trying.”
“He’s trying to push up on you in case you didn’t notice that shit.”
Simeon’s lip curled. “Thanks for the heads-up, Bravo, but my gaydar is extremely on point. Extremely.”
“So if you know he’s trying to push up on you why are you even leading him on?”
Simeon’s eyes narrowed into hazel slits framed by long lashes. “Because he’s hot, deeply closeted, and there is zero harm in letting him fuck me.”
He gave me the ill once-over, like he was willing me to die on the spot, and turned away. I grabbed his forearm and dug my fingers in.
“Hold up.”
Simeon looked down at my hand then up into my eyes.
“Get off me,” he said, voice low. “Now.”
“Just give me a second.” I squeezed tighter and took a step closer. “Please?”
He wet his lips, and my pulse jump-started like I’d been given fifty thousand volts straight to my heart. With my galloping heart rate came panic. Not because my body reacted to his the same way it had when I’d met my first and only serious college girlfriend, but because I couldn’t think of a way to make him listen to me.
“We’re closing down, guys!”
I dropped Simeon’s arm and stepped away just as Sheila and Yaritza entered the hallway. I forced a tight smile, aware that Simeon was still staring at me.
“Everything okay?” Yaritza asked.
“Uh, yeah. I was just, uh—” I cleared my throat and ran a hand over my jaw. “I was about to ask Simeon to watch the game with me on Sunday. Had it all planned out and everything.”
Yaritza gave me a side eye so powerful it was amazing she didn’t tear her optic nerves. Sheila became very interested in her phone.
“Well, you guys have a great weekend,” Yaritza said at length. “See you Tuesday!”
Simeon nodded at them, but he hadn’t yet taken his gaze off me.
“Why do you want to watch football with me?”
“Why not? I’m not allowed to go to the games, and I don’t have any friends who aren’t on my team.”
Simeon crossed his arms over his chest, causing his biceps to bulge in the tight, black, long-sleeved Dri-FIT he wore. “What’s that got to do with me?”
“You can’t just take an olive branch, can you?”
“Fuck your olive branch.”
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