“Eyeliner?” Matt looked confused.
Trevor sighed, all humor disappearing. “Yup, senior year. That’s when it all went to shit. It was New Year’s Eve. I was going to a concert with friends, and I was in my club clothes, which included eyeliner. Trust me, it looked hot.”
“I trust you,” Matt murmured, then cleared his throat. Obviously imagining it. And liking it? Trevor knew it made his eyes pop even more. But he was pretty conservative while he was on campus, so he hadn’t worn eyeliner in a while. What would Matt think if he saw him in his club clothes?
“So, what happened?” Matt prodded, grabbing a second beer, passing one to Trevor too, like a true Southern gentleman.
“My parents were supposed to be at dinner, but they came home early, and freaked at how I looked. I just kinda snapped. Told them I was gay, and, uh, they threw me out.”
“Fuck,” Matt said, eyes wide. “What did you do?”
“I crashed on my friend’s couch. I turned eighteen a few weeks later, so his parents figured they didn’t need to report it to anyone. But it got pretty bad at school. People found out. Texas is not the best place to be out in high school. And the rest of my family was pretty shitty too. They just . . . pretended I didn’t exist even though I was in the same grade as two of my cousins. We were supposed to room together at UT.”
“Guess that was no longer an option,” Matt quietly said.
Trevor shook his head. “No. I actually went by my house on my grandma’s birthday a month later, just to see, you know, if maybe they’d get over it. I’d always been close to her. And my entire family was inside. My aunts and uncles and cousins, but all my stuff was sitting at the end of the driveway in trash bins. As if they didn’t want any evidence of me left when they were hosting the family.”
Matt sucked in a harsh breath. “Shit, that’s awful. I’m sorry.”
Trevor shrugged and looked away, trying to banish the hurt he still felt. “Yeah, well, I realized I couldn’t go to UT anymore, couldn’t even stay in Texas. I needed to escape,” Trevor finished with a shrug.
“So, you applied to Bodine College of all places? Bodine, Alabama, being a gay mecca and all.”
Trevor laughed, thankful to Matt for lightening the mood. “I’d missed the deadlines to apply anywhere else. But the friend I was staying with, his mom, she’d gone to Bodine. She was still friends with the Head of Admissions here. She called in a favor. My grades and scores were really good, so they accepted me despite the missed deadline. I was a National Merit Scholar, and I guess that looks good for their overall ranking. They gave me an academic scholarship.”
“Impressive. Do you regret it? Any of it?” Matt leaned forward, his fingers tearing at the label on his beer. This wasn’t just a casual question.
“I regret not applying to more places,” Trevor answered honestly. “I wish I hadn’t just blindly obeyed my parents, only applying to UT. Then I could have had options. Because even with my academic scholarship, room, board, books, life—it’s all expensive as hell.”
“And you can’t get any financial aid because your parents make too much? You can’t be declared independent?”
Trevor shook his head, “Nope, I don’t meet the FAFSA qualifications.”
Matt sighed. “There should be a box on that application marked ‘Parents are assholes. Not gonna help.’”
“Would you have checked that box?” Trevor asked, looking him in the eyes, searching. There was clearly more to Matt than what most people thought. Life wasn’t as easy for him as most people believed.
Matt looked away, as if uncomfortable with the subject turning to him. “Yes to the asshole part. If he knew I was gay, he probably wouldn’t pay. But I don’t ever want to take money from my dad anyway. It always comes with strings attached. And I won’t let that happen to me. That’s how he . . .” Matt trailed off.
“How he what?” Trevor couldn’t help but push.
Matt fully ripped the label off his beer. “How my dad controlled my mom. And us when we were kids. With money.”
“Shit, that’s brutal,” Trevor said, shaking his head. “We’re a sad pair.”
“Yeah,” Matt agreed. “But it’s not all bad. I actually like Bodine for the most part. Good friends, good teachers, good coach.”
“Agreed. Well, not the coach part. But I have my roommate, Drew, and my best friend, Emily. Plus, I have this job as a tutor,” he added meaningfully, downing the last of his beer, keeping his eyes on Matt the whole time.
“Oh, yeah?” Matt smiled, as if understanding the time for serious conversation was over. “So what do you tutor?”
Trevor put the pizza box on his desk behind him, then started to crawl toward Matt. “Tonight, it’s kissing.”
“Kissing?” Matt said, his eyes widening as Trevor straddled him. His voice even pitched a little high, and Trevor chuckled.
“Kissing,” Trevor affirmed, lowering his ass so it rested on Matt’s muscular thighs. “Everywhere,” Trevor added, and he bent down, brushing his lips along Matt’s neck, feeling goose bumps break out just before he softly kissed the smooth, golden skin of the college quarterback.
His dick was already hard. Trevor’s lips were barely touching his skin, and he was about to bust. God, he was pathetic. And then Trevor licked up his neck and gently bit down, and Matt realized what he’d been abstaining from for far too long.
Matt groaned as Trevor’s teeth sank into the tendon at his shoulder. “That’s biting, not kissing,” Matt huffed out.
“And this is sucking.” Trevor moved up to suck on Matt’s earlobe and then ground down on Matt’s erection, providing delicious, necessary friction. Matt pumped his hips, pressing into Trevor’s erection over and over again.
“I think I’m gonna fail the first lesson if you keep going,” Matt warned, horrified that he was close to coming from some dry humping, but damn, it felt so good. God, he was repressed.
Trevor pulled away to look him in the eyes, sliding his fingers into Matt’s hair, and slowed the movements of his hips to just a tease. He leaned forward and grazed Matt’s lips with the tip of his tongue. Matt gasped, wanting more. He pressed his lips back hard, loving the masculine strength that met him in return. His tongue swept into Trevor’s mouth, demanding, taking. He didn’t hold anything back as their tongues furiously entwined around each other. He dug his fingers into the muscles at Trevor’s waist and groaned. He loved this man’s body. Toned and firm, but not overly muscled. Perfect skin, a bit darker than his own.
He sank his hands into Trevor’s hair. Fuck, he never thought he’d like a guy with long hair, but on Trevor it made him look edgy, urban. He really could be a fucking model. Cheekbones. Yeah, girls would probably say he had great cheekbones, but fuck it, he was gay. He could think that too.
Matt realized he’d pulled away from the kiss to simply look at Trevor. He heard himself stupidly say, “You have the longest eyelashes.”
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
Trevor let out a laugh. “Um, thanks? Just don’t call me pretty.”
“You kinda are though,” Matt said with a shrug. Why filter himself now?
“Oh, yeah?” Trevor cocked his pierced brow. “Well then, you’re kinda pretty too.”
Matt scrunched up his brow at that assessment, which only made Trevor laugh harder. “See, doesn’t make you feel too manly,” he pointed out.
Matt shook his head, feeling his own laughter rising up. Damn, he was having fun. “I prefer beautiful. God-like, even.”
Trevor smiled widely and grabbed the hem of Matt’s shirt. “God-like, huh? Well, I’ll have to do a more thorough inspection.” And he slid Matt’s shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, his warm hands immediately smoothing over Matt’s muscles, his thumbs circling Matt’s nipples, causing them to tighten and harden.
Matt groaned, pulling Trevor in for another kiss and reaching for Trevor’s shirt. Matt broke the kiss long enough to yank the shirt over Trevor’s head, and he bent down and took o
ne of Trevor’s hard, dark nipples into his mouth, laving with his tongue. Now it was Trevor’s turn to moan.
As Matt moved to give attention to the other nipple, he teased, “It’s a kissing lesson, right?”
He felt Trevor nod, and then Trevor whispered against his skin, “And biting.”
Matt took the hint and gently bit Trevor’s nipple, making his hips buck up into Matt’s hands. So Trevor liked that. A lot. He moved to do it to the other nipple as well, and this time Trevor clenched his hands a bit too hard in Matt’s hair. Perfect. That was what he wanted. A man’s strength.
A moment later, Trevor’s hands in his hair pulled him up for another kiss. “You’re a pretty good student,” Trevor huffed when they broke away to take a breath. “But you jumped ahead in the lesson.”
And then Trevor dipped down to give Matt’s own sensitive nipple the same treatment. Matt’s eyes squeezed shut. Shit, that felt good. He’d never paid particular attention to his own nipples. Why the hell had he been depriving himself? He lifted his hips, rubbing his erection against Trevor’s thigh.
After a few moments, Trevor leaned back to run his hands all over Matt’s toned chest, and Matt appreciated the weight-lifting routine his trainers had him on in a way he never had before. Trevor really seemed to like what he saw. He kneaded Matt’s pecs, his shoulders, then he scraped his blunt nails down Matt’s abs, apparently appreciating the way the muscles twitched and rippled under his fingers.
Matt couldn’t handle the gentle teasing anymore. He cupped Trevor’s ass and yanked him forward, grinding their erections together through their clothes. They rutted against each other, and Matt had never felt anything sexier than his dick rubbing against another man’s, against Trevor’s, even with the barrier of denim between them.
He could feel the tingle starting in his balls, the blood rushing. It felt good, too damn good.
“Don’t come yet,” Trevor whispered, as if sensing his release was near.
“Why?” Matt gasped, groaning in frustration when Trevor pulled away.
“Because I said I’d kiss you . . . everywhere.” Trevor said the last with a smirk, looking Matt straight in the eyes. Oh shit. Matt squeezed Trevor’s ass and prayed that he could last just a little while longer, long enough to enjoy what was about to happen.
Trevor pecked him on the mouth and moved lower, kissing him once above the button of his jeans. He yanked open the button and carefully slid down the zipper. Matt wiggled underneath him, helping to get out of his jeans. As soon as they were at his ankles, Trevor reached into Matt’s briefs, grasped his erection, and freed it from its confinement. A second later, the wet heat of Trevor’s tongue licked from the base of Matt’s erection all the way to the sensitive head.
“Oh, fuck,” Matt cursed, his fingers fisting into Trevor’s long hair, holding it out of the way.
Kneeling between Matt’s thighs, Trevor sucked one ball into his mouth, then the other. Then he licked the sensitive skin behind them. Holy shit, that felt good. A few seconds later, Trevor swallowed him practically to the root, sucking hard, flicking his tongue along the head of Matt’s cock.
“Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod,” Matt moaned, and it only took a few more bobs of Trevor’s head before he was coming so hard, his hips bucking, thick jets shooting down Trevor’s throat. He seemed to keep coming and coming and coming . . .
Until he finally collapsed back on the bed. Matt opened his eyes to find Trevor smiling at him, but before he could feel self-conscious, Trevor leaned down and kissed him. Softly, chastely. Fuck that. Matt yanked him closer for a dirty, deep, wet kiss, tasting himself on Trevor and finding it surprisingly erotic.
Trevor seemed to like it too. He leaned more of his weight down on Matt as their tongues tangled, and Trevor ground their hips together. His rock-hard erection pressing against Matt’s.
“You’re already hard again,” Trevor murmured, as he started to thrust his hips.
Matt laughed. “No, I think I’m still hard.”
“Fuck that’s hot,” Trevor said with a groan. He reached under his pillow, pulled out a bottle of lube, poured some in his hand, and he wrapped it around both their cocks, stroking them together.
It was hot as fuck, Trevor jacking them. Their cocks creating friction as they rubbed against each other. Trevor’s hand—dear god, the man knew how to stroke and twist and drive him crazy. Wanting more, Matt blindly found the lube bottle, poured some in his own hand, and reached down to play with Trevor’s balls.
Trevor moaned, his fist tightening, stroking them faster. Trevor braced himself with his other arm, then kissed Matt again, his tongue thrusting in the same tempo as their hands. They rocked against each other, faster and faster, moaning and groaning, chasing their release, until it crashed down on Trevor.
Matt felt Trevor’s hot come shoot over his hand onto his own belly. That was all it took. His own orgasm ripped through him, his come joining Trevor’s on his belly.
And just when he thought it couldn’t get any hotter, Trevor leaned down and licked both their releases off Matt’s abdomen.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Matt groaned, watching Trevor’s pink tongue lap him up.
Trevor smiled, his eyes sparkling, and he plopped down atop Matt once more, their sticky bodies fusing together as Trevor tucked his head against Matt’s shoulder. His other hand wound around Matt’s waist. Matt reached his own arms around Trevor to pull him closer.
So this was cuddling. Damn, it was nice. It was seriously underrated by most guys. Or maybe they were just lying to save face? ’Cause this shit was awesome.
“You okay?” Trevor mumbled.
Matt felt a laugh of pure joy escape. “Uh, yeah, you could say that.”
“Good.” Trevor gave a soft kiss to his pec.
Matt closed his eyes and must have fallen asleep, because his cell alarm jerked him awake. It was time for Trevor’s roommate to return soon. Trevor was asleep next to him, so Matt carefully slipped out of the bed, cleaned himself up with some tissues as best he could, and then dressed.
When he looked up again, Trevor was awake and watching him, a guarded expression in his eyes. Matt hated seeing it there. He wasn’t trying to skulk away, but this had to be their secret. He had to make his escape before they were caught.
“Your roommate will get back soon,” he said and then bent down to kiss Trevor softly. When he pulled back, Trevor gave him a small smile but still looked a bit unsure. “So, I’ll see you on Monday?”
He held his breath, terrified Trevor might not want to meet up again, but Trevor’s smile widened, and Matt found himself the recipient of one hell of a hot kiss.
“See you Monday,” Trevor said.
And even though he didn’t want to leave, Matt shrugged on his backpack and headed back to closeted life.
All he had to do was run down the clock, and the win against Mississippi College was clinched. Matt made sure to let the clock run as long as possible before they made a rushing play. They lost a yard, but it didn’t matter. There wasn’t enough time on the clock remaining to matter—Mississippi couldn’t score. The win was theirs.
A few moments later, as the other players and Coach Boyd rushed their opposing team’s field in victory, Matt wondered if Trevor was watching the game back in Bodine. Had Trevor seen the touchdown he’d made in the second quarter? Or that perfect thirty-yard pass he’d thrown to Damian? Had Trevor maybe admired Matt’s ass in the tight uniform?
Shit, he needed to stop thinking those thoughts. It was dangerous. If Trevor was on his mind, he might let something slip. Or show on his face. Or, well, sport a boner. So Matt turned his attention back to his teammates and followed them to the visiting team locker room amid cheers of congratulations.
Damian came over for a high five in his white towel, so stark against his dark skin. “Nice win, Lancaster.”
“Back at you.” Matt smiled.
“At least we know how to take a win in stride. Embarrassing, these new ones,” he said with amusem
ent as they looked over at their new freshman kicker, Jamal, who was dancing around in his underwear, waving his dreads all over the place, celebrating the field goal he’d made right before halftime. He seriously needed to tone it down. He’d been sent in because the first-string kicker, Fischer, had pulled a ligament at practice. And Fischer was pissed. He was a senior. He expected to be sent in every game. And Fischer’s dad certainly expected it as well.
But Jamal seemed oblivious to his fellow kicker’s simmering rage. “That was a rush, man!” Jamal said to Fischer. “Your pain, my gain is a horrible saying, but kinda true.” Matt groaned. Jamal needed to be careful of his boasting. But, instead, the kid kept on going, totally clueless. He hip-bumped Fischer, a friendly victory moment, but Fischer erupted. He threw Jamal against the lockers.
“Get off of me, faggot!”
“Fuck,” Damian cursed, and moved in to intervene, dragging Jamal away from Fischer, who was redneck all the way. His white-boy friends tended to stick together, particularly his best friend O’Donnell. The two of them were total assholes. They might be all on the same team, but there were still lines even in the locker room—rich and poor, white and black, straight . . . and deeply closeted.
“Cool off, Fischer,” Damian said, using his full six-foot-two frame to hold his own against Fischer. “He’s just having fun.”
Matt watched as Fischer got in Damian’s face. “Why the fuck do you care, Damian? You the fag’s babysitter?”
“Watch your words,” Damian said through gritted teeth.
“You watch yours,” O’Donnell said, stepping over to back up his buddy.
“I haven’t fucking said anything, asshole,” Damian spat out.
Matt headed over, worried the redneck would throw out a racial slur next. It wouldn’t be the first time. Damian had decked Fischer sophomore year for one such comment. And Coach Boyd had backed Damian up, suspending Fischer from a game. Course, he’d also had to suspend Damian for the hit. But it had been worth it.
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