by Megan Slayer
“Uh-huh.” He’d never been more ready in his life. He bore down on Allan’s finger. Being filled, even just a little, pleased him. He closed his eyes and basked in the overwhelming desire from the sensation of feeling complete.
“No, don’t you dare not look at me.”
The commanding tone of Allan’s voice caught Tyler’s attention. He opened his eyes and met Allan’s gaze.
“Better,” Allan said. He worked his finger in and out of Tyler’s ass, prepping him. “I’m so hard right now. Damn.”
“Then use it.” Christ, he wanted this. No, he needed to be taken.
“Ty, you’re dangerous.” Allan eased his finger from Tyler’s hole and grasped his dick. “I’ve waited a long time for this—for you.” He lined his cock up with Tyler’s asshole and pushed. Inch by inch he sank into Tyler’s body.
A moan rumbled in Tyler’s chest. Once Allan was balls-deep within him, the heat in Tyler’s body ratcheted up another notch. He couldn’t breathe or think.
“Holy Jesus.” Allan leaned over him and kissed Tyler hard on the lips. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah.” He wanted to give Allan a more intelligent response but nothing came. He moaned as Allan started to move. Every ripple and vein in Allan’s cock massaged him from within. Everything centered on Allan and the way he made Tyler feel.
Allan braced his right knee on the bed and planted his left foot on the floor. Although he’d started slowly, moving in and out of Tyler’s hole, he now increased his speed.
“Touch yourself, handsome.” Allan pinned Tyler to the bed and held on to Tyler’s ankles.
Tyler grabbed the sheets, unable to do much else but go along for the ride. He gasped each time Allan pumped into him. The bed clunked against the wall with each thrust, seeming to punctuate their act of lovemaking.
His muscles tensed from head to toe. His foot bobbed and he groaned. “Allan.” He forced himself to keep his eyes open, despite everything within him seeming to turn to goo. “Can’t hold back.” Although he wasn’t stroking himself, the climax hit him hard. Twin ribbons of cum slid down the shaft of Tyler’s erection. A dollop landed on his belly.
“Jesus.” Allan dragged his fingers through the cum, smearing the mess on Tyler’s chest before he licked one digit. “Delicious.” He tipped his head back and pumped with abandon. Perspiration spread across his chest and glistened.
Damn. Tyler drank in the image of Allan shimmering. God, he was a handsome beast of a tattooed man. Allan curled over him and his face twisted with intensity.
“Ty. Fuck.” Allan surged into Tyler once more, shoving his dick balls deep. He shuddered. “Damn.” He panted and rested his forehead against Tyler’s. Neither spoke for what seemed like forever.
Tyler didn’t mind. He liked the silence and the closeness between them. They didn’t need words to know they’d forged something special.
Allan opened his eyes and kissed Tyler. His lips curled into a smile as he braced himself on his hands. “I’m weak in the knees.”
“Then I did my job—I guess.” He laughed along with Allan. “Someone did their job.”
Allan kissed him once more. “I’ll be right back.” He left Tyler alone and disappeared into the bathroom.
Tyler’s brain swam. He never would’ve expected for their date to last more than twelve hours, but he was still there with Allan. He held the towel over his groin and closed his eyes until he gathered his bearings. Why was he freaked out? Because good things were few and far between in his life. Part of him was waiting for the other shoe to drop and for Allan to kick him out. The other part of him trusted Allan.
“You okay?”
When Tyler opened his eyes, Allan kneeled between his feet. “You don’t have to keep doing that.”
“What? Checking on you?” Allan smiled. “You’re lost in your own head again, aren’t you?”
“I am.” He bobbed his head. “It’s hard not to sometimes.” He paused. When he’d talked to Blake, the few times they’d actually talked, Blake had brushed him off. He didn’t think Allan would do the same. “One of these days, I’ll let you in. Promise.”
“I’m not worried.” Allan kissed him then stood. He dropped the towel and flashed his bare ass at Tyler. “How about we do a few practice kicks this afternoon? I usually go for a run on Sundays. We can run, practice, then go for supper. What do you think?”
“We could do that. Sure.” Tyler snagged his clothes from the floor. He hated to wear day-old clothes, but he’d stop by his dorm room before the run. He stepped into his rumpled boxers and jeans.
“I’m not talking about a heavy run or tons of kicks. You know, something to get me used to returning.” Allan dressed in minutes in a navy-blue T-shirt and black jogging shorts. He wrapped a black headband around his forehead. When he turned around, he grinned.
“You were fine with them at the game. Don’t worry.” Tyler yanked the undershirt over his head then tucked his button-down into his bag. “Give me three kicks and you’ll be ready for the pros.”
“That’s the plan.” Allan swatted Tyler’s ass. “Let me put on my shoes and I’m good to go.”
“Sure.” Tyler stepped, sockless, into his shoes. He’d worry about socks and proper fashion later.
Once Allan had finished tying his running shoes and had grabbed his keys, he followed Tyler down to Tyler’s dorm room.
Whereas Allan’s space featured a nice bathroom and privacy, Tyler shared his bathroom space with four other people. Same building but completely different accommodation. Tyler hesitated outside his room.
“Just—my room isn’t as cool as yours.” Tyler stuffed his key into the lock. “According to the college, I’m expendable as a player, so I’m not offered…”
“Stop.” Allan opened the door. “Expendable, my ass. Kickers are just as important. Hell, go to another college and they’d probably offer you everything your heart desires.” He stepped into the room. “Wow. This is tiny.”
The tips of Tyler’s ears burned. “Yeah.” He’d never been overly embarrassed about his space, but with Allan there, he couldn’t help but want to hide.
“Tiny, but you’ve made the most of it.” Allan shut the door, closing him and Tyler in the room. “You’ve got posters for Goldstein? That’s awesome. Signed, too?” Allan asked. He stepped up to the concert poster. “I’ve wanted to see them for ages.”
“They came to town and played the local bar. It was during their purple album period. No one wanted them around. I did.” He shrugged. “The bar opened to anyone eighteen or older if you paid a higher amount at the door. My friend Owen was older and worked behind the bar. Anyway, I stuck around to help him clean up. The band stayed behind. We all shot the shit.”
“Awesome. I wanted to see them during their last tour but I didn’t have the funds. I was running track at the time and poured my cash into better spikes. Turns out I’m not meant for track.” Allan plopped onto the bed. “Got my mile down to four-thirty, though.”
“Cool.” Tyler turned his back on Allan and shrugged out of his shirt. He tossed the garment, along with his button down onto the laundry pile. At least he’d showered. He applied antiperspirant then donned a fresh T-shirt. When he dropped his pants and boxers, Allan whistled. Tyler debated hiking his pants back up, but why? They’d fucked and had been naked in the shower together. He stepped out of his shoes, boxers and pants, then deposited the clothes in the hamper. He kicked his shoes to the foot of the dresser and rummaged through the drawers for a new pair of briefs and running shorts. He grabbed the clothes then turned around.
Allan had stretched out on the bed, propping himself up on his hands and with his ankles crossed. “Have I told you how much I love your ass?”
“No.” His skin burned. “You never said anything about it.” He hurried into the briefs and shorts. “I like hearing you say so, though.”
“Well, then I’ll say it a hundred times.” Allan shifted his hips. His growing erection tented the front of his shorts. �
��Looks like my cock agrees.”
“Did it tell you so?” Tyler joked. He pulled on his socks then untied his running shoes. “Sorry. Awful joke.”
“Nah. You’re fine.” Allan stood and sighed. “People get wrapped up in how things look. I’m not one of those guys. If you’re honest with me then I’ll do the same to you.” He clapped Tyler on the shoulder. “Ready?”
“Want a water?” He pulled two bottles from the tiny refrigerator. “Once I down this, I’m ready.”
“Cool.” Allan opened the water and tipped the bottle back. He seemed to finish the beverage in two gulps. Some of the water dribbled from the corner of his mouth. The move probably wasn’t meant to be sexy but it turned Tyler on.
Tyler gawked at him. He’d never be able to run with a damn erection. Shit. He pressed his legs together and mashed his hand over his cock. He downed his water then wiped his mouth.
“Grab your keys and let’s go.” Allan strolled out of the room. He bounded down the hallway to the stairwell.
Tyler hurried to keep up and fumbled with his door. He wrapped the lanyard from his keys around his neck. He sprinted to the stairwell and thundered after Allan.
“No wonder you’re a receiver. You’re quick.” Tyler landed at the bottom of the stairs and mopped his brow. “Good for when you move on.”
“Yeah, eventually,” Allan said. “I normally run by myself. This will be nice.” He tapped Tyler’s arm. “Stretches?”
Neither man spoke other than to call out the next stretch as they ran through their pre-run battery of exercises. When Allan stood tall and rolled his head on his shoulders, he finally broke the relative silence.
“When did you come out?” Allan flexed his hands and adjusted his running shorts. “I came out when I was in high school. I told you Kimberly figured me out before I did. She hooked me up with my first boyfriend, Kirk.”
“I was fourteen.” Tyler nodded and fell into step beside Allan. “I wanted to look at the asses of the other guys on the team. Not naked or anything, but I liked butts.” God. Embarrassment washed over him. He’d never told anyone about when he’d realized he was gay.
“When was your first time? Mine came senior year. I’d just turned eighteen and Kirk wanted to celebrate. It was…” He continued running. Once he and Tyler turned the corner and headed down the winding road along north campus, he started talking again. “It was painful and scary. I’d masturbated plenty of times, but Kirk wasn’t gentle.” He glanced at Tyler. “It didn’t last much longer after that. We had sex three more times then split before graduation.”
“Wow. At my school, that would never have gone over. I went to a bigoted school. I knew I was gay but I didn’t tell anyone.” Tyler cleared his throat and turned onto the side street with Allan beside him. “I kept my mouth shut at school and at home. My father hated gay people.” Admitting that fact freed him a bit. The weight on his shoulders wasn’t so heavy. He lengthened his stride and breathed in deeply.
“Your old man hated gay people?” Allan kept up with him. “I bet that was fun.”
“Oh yeah. I ended up going to a therapist during my senior year. The trainer at the school had a friend who was a counselor at a free clinic. Doctor McIntyre saw me twice a week.” He held his breath, although he knew better. He needed to breathe when he ran, but he’d just dumped a bomb on Allan.
“Did it help?” Allan kept up beside him. “The counseling?”
“Yeah.” He allowed himself to breathe. His chest hurt but he didn’t care. He was finally able to let someone else into his world—someone beside his former counselor. “She helped me see I wasn’t dirty because I liked men and made me realize I’d never change my father. As long as I was happy and wasn’t doing anything illegal then I needed to move on with my life and accept his point of view. I didn’t have to like it, but I had to understand that’s how he was going to be. For the most part, she was right.”
“For the most part?” Allan stopped running and bent over. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re supposed to accept him, but he can’t accept you?”
“Something like that.” Tyler slowed his pace and returned to where Allan had stopped. “The guy beat the hell out of me. I had to suck it up until I could leave.”
Allan stood tall and glared at Tyler. For half a moment, Tyler thought Allan would strike him. Tyler winced and inched backward out of range.
“Whoa.” Allan stepped up to Tyler and kissed him hard on the lips. “Your father beat you up? Who does that to their kid? A monster?”
“Yes,” Tyler whispered. “I’ve never told anyone about that.” His stomach soured. Because he hadn’t eaten anything that morning? Or because he hated to hear about his own past, coming from his own lips? He wasn’t sure.
“I’m sorry, babe.” Allan enfolded Tyler in his arms. “Christ. I wish I’d known you back then.”
“You said things happened for a reason.” But he agreed. He wished he’d met Allan before he’d graduated. At least then he’d have had an ally. He would’ve had to come out back then, but still. Maybe if he’d have been with Allan, he wouldn’t have gravitated toward Blake and allowed the quarterback to fuck him over. He wasn’t ready to admit all that to Allan—not yet.
“But that’s not something anyone should have to go through.” Allan hugged him tighter and rested his forehead against Tyler’s. “You’re safe now.”
“I know.” He sounded cheesy like the sci-fi movies he loved, but he didn’t care. Being with Allan, even just as friends, gave him strength. He rested his cheek on Allan’s shoulder and a flash caught his attention. He glanced over at the moving light. For a split-second he could’ve sworn he saw Blake’s car. No. Couldn’t be. Blake was probably still sleeping off the fun of the night before.
“What?” Allan leaned back in Tyler’s embrace. “You’re right here, but you’re also a million miles away.”
“Nothing.” Christ, he was a bad liar.
“You saw Blake’s car, too, didn’t you?” Allan snorted.
“Blake’s?” Shit. He wanted to be strong and admit what he’d seen, but the fear of Blake held him in check.
“Uh-huh.” Allan swatted Tyler’s ass. “Don’t let him win. We’re in public and there are cameras everywhere. Plus, I’m a witness. If he tries to do something foolish, he’ll get caught.” He kept his arm around Tyler and directed him across the grassy area to the shade under the maple trees.
“I’m glad you’re so cool about this.” Most guys wouldn’t be. They’d leave Tyler high and dry because he was too much of a hassle.
“I’m not going to lie. I want him to get the hint and leave you alone. Not because I’m ready to take his place but because I know you’ll shine once you get his meat hooks completely out of you.” He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of Tyler’s shorts. “That, and I really want to keep you in my bed. You’re hot as fuck and one of the best kissers I’ve ever known.”
“Thanks,” Tyler mumbled but he meant what he’d said. He’d never met someone as patient as Allan.
“How about we head over to Harrison Hall for lunch? I’m buying.” Allan kept his arm around Tyler. “I’m dying for a turkey on rye.”
“Works for me.”
Tyler allowed Allan to escort him into the dining hall. Neither man said much as they worked through the lunch line. Once they had found a table and settled, Allan wolfed down his sandwich.
“I was starving.” Allan balled his napkin and leaned back in his seat. “Damn.”
A couple of co-eds strolled by the table. One stopped and flipped her black hair over her shoulder. “I saw you this weekend. Looked good.” She flattened her hand on the table top. “I’m available for a run, if you’re interested.” She winked then left Allan and Tyler alone.
Allan met Tyler’s gaze and chuckled. “That was awkward.” Allan toyed with the piece of paper next to his bottle of water. “She gave me her number.”
“Gonna call her?” Tyler asked between bites. “She was cute.”
“She’s not my type.” Allan balled up the paper and tossed it onto his tray. He grabbed Tyler’s fingers. “You are.”
The tips of Tyler’s ears burned and, despite eating, he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. He finished the rest of his lunch in silence and thought about the last few hours. His life had changed, and all because he’d accepted a ride from Allan.
“Ready?” Allan gathered the garbage onto the tray. “I’m dying to run through some practice kicks. Nothing heavy, just fun. Me getting more comfortable with my new role on the team.”
Tyler grabbed his bottle and stood. He pushed his chair in then followed Allan out of the cafeteria. “I doubt you need much time to get comfortable. You had a hundred-yard game last week. More than a hundred yards. You know what you’re supposed to do.”
“Okay, okay.” Allan fell in step beside Tyler and grasped Tyler’s free hand. “Maybe I just want to spend time with you.” Allan squeezed Tyler’s fingers then broke into a sprint. “Last one there bottoms.”
“Whatever.” He laughed and trotted after Allan. “We need a ball.”
Allan waved and continued running.
His legs burned from sprinting along the hills back to the dormitory, but he managed to keep up with Allan. For the first time in a long while he forgot about Blake, too. Life was good.
Allan stopped beside his car. “I have a football back here.” He opened the trunk and retrieved a worn ball. “I kept this from my first practice. Coach chewed my ass for stealing it, but then I had two games with more than three hundred yards combined and he changed his mind.” He tossed the ball at Tyler. “Catch.”
Tyler grabbed the projectile with ease. He almost missed his days as a quarterback. He hadn’t been too bad at passing but he preferred kicking. He wandered over to the practice field the marching band used.
“So? How do you want to do this?” Tyler asked. “I kick and you try to return it by going past me?”
“Sure.” Allan headed down field. “Ready,” he shouted.
Tyler wished they had a tee. Kicking from the tee was much easier. He held the ball out and booted it down field. His leg muscles burned in a good way. As he waited for Allan to run the ball toward him, Tyler stretched again.