“So,” Matt said, trying to refocus on his best friend and the good news. “Are you and Danielle getting back together?”
Connor shrugged. “We kinda already did.”
“No shit, that’s great, man,” Matt said with genuine happiness. He knew she’d been the one to get away. But Connor hadn’t wanted to settle down freshman year, had wanted to play the field, enjoy the post-game parties to the fullest. But, apparently, the old routine had been getting boring for Connor. Guess they were growing up.
“I’ve always liked Danielle,” Matt admitted.
“Yeah, well, remember that feeling,” Connor warned.
“Fuck, why?”
“Jocelyn and Danielle are still really good friends . . .”
“Uh-oh . . .”
“And we both need dates for our Senior Send-off at Homecoming . . .” Connor added.
“Crap.” Matt sighed. “I hate that stupid tradition.”
“It’s a great fucking tradition,” Connor said. “We’re revered as the gods we are as the crowd goes wild.”
Matt chuckled, shaking his head. But he did need a date. And Jocelyn knew he was only interested in her as a friend, so it was a good solution. “Yeah, I’ll take Jocelyn. That’s a good idea. Thanks.”
“Damn, I hate when she’s right about meddling,” Connor said, making Matt laugh. And then Connor went back to texting Danielle. Matt looked around, realizing half the bus was texting their girlfriends or hookups for the night. Must be nice.
Of course, Matt wasn’t exactly without an option anymore.
He pulled out his own phone, tempted to text Trevor.
But what if someone saw? What if someone read over his shoulder? Would Trevor even want to hear from him? They were just hookup buddies, right? Not really friends or anything.
Matt leaned his head against the back of his seat. He was such a loser. He didn’t know how to do this at all. He now understood why Connor had been such a confused mess freshman year. Sex was fucking awesome (well, what he’d done so far), but it was also confusing as hell. He was pretty sure he was having feelings. Romantic, mushy, slightly painful feelings of want and need and like. Fuck, fuck. He needed to play it cool. Not let things get out of control with Trevor.
This was just for fun. Two guys getting their rocks off. That was all. He could do this. It was no big deal.
So he put his cell phone away without texting.
Trevor tried to hand Jamal back his calculator, which he’d left behind after their last tutoring session. But the kid was too busy looking around the room. Staring at Drew’s naked men posters. And this was why he did his tutoring in the library.
“Jamal,” he said, tapping the kid’s shoulder.
“Oh, right, sorry,” he said, taking his calculator. “Them dudes are naked.”
Trevor laughed. The kid was seriously sheltered. “You’re very observant, Jamal. Now get out of here, so I can stop being naked.”
“Oh fuck, man,” Jamal said, grimacing and shielding his eyes. He’d shown up just as Trevor had gotten out of his shower, so he was still only wrapped in a towel. Jamal wasn’t supposed to come by and grab his calculator until tomorrow, but he’d been assigned a hard problem set he wanted to get a jump on. Hence, the bad timing.
Jamal practically ran toward the door in embarrassment and yanked it open just as Matt was raising his hand to knock. Trevor’s eyes widened, then he looked over at the clock on his computer. Matt was ten minutes early. Yeah, rotten timing all around.
“What’re you doing here?” Matt demanded, glancing between Jamal and Trevor (still half-naked). He didn’t look too happy.
“I’m not fucking him,” Jamal blurted out, hands up. “I swear, I’m not a cocksucker.”
“Hey!” Trevor snapped. But he also noticed Matt seemed relieved. What the hell? Had he thought they were hooking up?
“Sorry, man.” Jamal kept his hands up in innocence at Trevor. “But some dudes on the team called me a ‘fag’ and I ain’t one. It’s cool if you are, but I’m not.”
“Yeah, your use of slurs is really accepting of my gayness.” Trevor clenched his jaw in annoyance.
Jamal suddenly looked crushed. “Ah, man, I swear I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m all for gay rights, really.”
Trevor decided to take pity on him. “Fine, just get out of here. Apparently, my next tutoring student is early.”
“Oh.” Jamal turned back at Matt. “You failing something?”
Matt hesitated. Apparently, he really didn’t like playing the dumb jock. But it wasn’t like he had a choice. So he lied and said, “Yeah, Statistics.”
“Brutal. Well, good luck.” Jamal started to head out, then turned back at Matt. “Uh, you want me to wait out here with you while he puts on some clothes?”
“Oh my god, I’m not going to rape him, Jamal. Get the hell out of here before you piss me off any more!” Trevor snapped, storming over to slam the door closed behind Jamal.
Then he stalked back to the other side of the room as Matt awkwardly leaned against the door, waiting a minute to lock it, looking nervous as hell. Well, yeah, he’d almost been caught. What if Jamal thought something was up between them? But, come on, the kid was an idiot.
“Relax, he’s not going to out you,” Trevor said. “But don’t ever pull that shit again.”
Matt stared at him, confused. “Me? What shit did I pull?”
“You thought I was sleeping with him. It was all over your face,” Trevor practically shouted in his anger. “Like I’d just dropped to my knees to blow him. But we’ve been over this. I am not actually a hooker. Or a professional sex tutor.”
“I was just . . .” Matt mumbled, trailing off so Trevor couldn’t hear the last of his words.
“You were what?” Trevor leaned forward, ready to pounce on whatever weak excuse Matt might use.
Matt sighed, looking up to the sky as if asking for divine intervention. “I was just jealous that he was seeing you like that. You’re practically naked.”
Well, that wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Trevor looked down at his bare chest, nothing on underneath his towel, his hair still dripping wet. He heard himself lamely reply, “Uh, so? I don’t think Jamal’s gay.”
“I didn’t say it was rational,” Matt huffed back.
Trevor bent over at the waist laughing. Damn, Matt was cute. He’d been jealous. Not jealous that Trevor was putting out, but that some other guy had seen him shirtless. Adorable. “You’re adorable,” he said, echoing his thoughts.
“Shut up.” Matt looked away as he crossed his arms.
Trevor walked over, stopping in front of him. “I was showering for you.” That got Matt to look back at him. Trevor leaned in to whisper. “So you could lick anywhere you wanted . . .”
“Oh fuck,” Matt said with a groan and stepped forward to lick up Trevor’s neck, his fingers sliding into Trevor’s wet hair as he pulled Trevor’s skin between his teeth and started to suck.
Trevor drew in a sharp breath, his hands gripping Matt’s upper arms. “You’re early.”
Matt shrugged. “I wanted to see you.”
Trevor was sunk. He knew it in that moment. This guy could have him wrapped around his finger in no time. It was terrifying and exciting and hot as hell. Trevor unwound the towel from his waist and let it drop to the floor as he slowly turned in a circle. “So see me.”
He heard Matt pull in a sharp breath as he paused to give him a good view of his ass. A second later, there was a dull thud and then sharp teeth sank into his ass cheek. He yelped, looking back. Matt on his knees. Biting Trevor’s ass. Fuck.
Matt immediately soothed the area with his tongue. “You deserved it. You were showing off.”
“That’s the best punishment you got?” Trevor challenged.
Matt suddenly stood up and pushed Trevor toward the high bed so he was leaning over it, stomach down, ass up. Matt’s hand landed on Trevor’s backside with a resounding thwack. “Better?”
“Oh, holy fuck, spanking is not the lesson for today.”
“Oh,” Matt said, smoothing his hand over the slightly warm flesh. “Sorry. I forgot, it’s the teacher who spanks the student with a ruler.”
Trevor looked over his shoulder and saw that Matt was only partially joking. “Careful, or I will.”
Matt’s eyes flared with lust. Okay, Trevor would file that away for another day. They stared at each other for a moment, and then both leaned in to kiss each other, wet and sloppy and aggressive. Trevor turned around so he was facing Matt, and Matt aligned his fully dressed body to Trevor’s naked one, plundering his mouth.
Eventually, Trevor pulled away to complain. “You have too many clothes on.”
Matt nodded in agreement and stepped back to start stripping.
Trevor watched Matt’s beautiful body being revealed with the loss of his socks, his jeans, his shirt, his briefs. Damn, the man was fucking ripped. And then they were back together, kissing as they fell back onto the bed. Matt settled between Trevor’s thighs, slowly grinding their erections together.
Frotting would be today’s lesson.
It felt good. It’d feel even better with lube. Trevor reached under his pillow to pull out the bottle as Matt started kissing down Trevor’s chest, nipping lower and lower.
“I can kiss anywhere?” Matt said without looking up. His lips hovered over Trevor’s erection.
“Yes,” Trevor managed to say, dropping the lube back on the mattress. He watched as Matt licked the head of his cock. “Oh fuck,” he moaned. It felt so damn good and looked even hotter. Okay, blowjobs were way better than frotting.
Matt tentatively licked, getting bolder as he went, and then he sucked Trevor into his mouth, his hand wrapping around to stroke the rest of Trevor’s erection. Matt’s head bobbed slowly up and down as he found his rhythm.
“Yes, that’s so good,” Trevor praised, his hands gently sliding through Matt’s hair, careful not to force. It felt incredible. Matt was getting bolder with each lick. Getting Trevor nice and wet so his hand could pump faster.
Matt started to flick his tongue over the head of Trevor’s cock each time he came up. Faster and faster, enthusiastic, and eager, but also sweet. Trevor closed his eyes, taking it all in. It felt different somehow. Not just about getting off. But about something more. Fuck, he couldn’t be falling for the unattainable, impossibly closeted quarterback.
He gasped when Matt gently tugged on his balls, moaning as if he was loving this just as much as Trevor, and that did him in. Matt’s hips ground against the bed as Matt tried to ease his own ache while he picked up the pace with his mouth and hand on Trevor. A few more sucks and Trevor felt his orgasm coming.
“Matt, I’m gonna . . .” he warned. But Matt didn’t pull away. If anything, he sucked more greedily until Trevor was pumping into his mouth as his orgasm hit, coming long and hard, and Matt swallowed it all up eagerly.
As soon as Trevor could breathe again, he pulled Matt up for a wet, deep kiss, tasting himself on Matt’s tongue. Loving it. He palmed Matt’s ass hard, squeezing and stroking, his legs wrapping around him, holding him close. And Matt kissed him back just as hard.
“That was hot,” Matt finally whispered.
“So hot,” Trevor agreed. He reached down to stroke Matt, but Matt squirmed away. Hiding his face in the crook of Trevor’s neck. “What?”
“I came while I was going down on you,” Matt said.
And Trevor realized Matt was no longer hard—well, maybe a little bit. Trevor pulled Matt up to face him by tugging on his hair, seeing that Matt was embarrassed. “Hot,” he said emphatically, reassuring his shy boy as he kissed him again.
Matt smiled, then shifted so only part of his weight was on Trevor as he laid his head on Trevor’s chest. Nuzzling a bit. The man was a cuddle whore. And Trevor loved it.
“So,” Matt said after a while. “What’s it like? Being out in college?”
Trevor smiled against Matt’s hair, which he’d been playing with, loving how damn soft it felt against his fingertips. “You know, tons of orgies, sex parties, gay-rights rallies.”
“Orgies, huh?” Matt asked with a teasing lift to his eyebrows.
“Fine, no orgies. I’d probably be terrible at one anyway.”
“Why?” Matt rolled onto his side, so he was now wedged between Trevor and the wall. Trevor shifted so they could look at each other.
“I don’t know. Just doesn’t appeal to me. Lots of guys at once, random partners. Trust is kind of a big deal for me.”
“I get that,” Matt said. “I don’t trust many people.”
“I’ve noticed,” Trevor said. “What about your family?”
“My father would react the same way your parents did. But I have two younger sisters, and he’d keep me from them. I can’t risk that. He’s . . . not a good person.”
“In what way?” Trevor asked, wanting to know more about Matt, so much more.
“Well,” Matt said after a moment, propping himself up on his elbow. “He pretends to be this religious, upstanding member of the community. He goes to this conservative church, belongs to the country club and Elks Lodge. But it’s all phony. He’s phony. He’s just looking for the next investor. He manages a lot of his friends’ investments, but I have a feeling when they go to retire, there won’t be much left.”
“Shit, how does he get away with it?”
“Family business.” Matt grimaced. “He learned it from my grandfather, who was a real SOB, but a genius at finding the loophole, the way to shuffle money around. My dad expects me to follow in his footsteps.”
“Screw that,” Trevor said vehemently. “And your sisters live with him and not your mom?”
Matt shook his head. “She died of cancer when I was twelve.”
“Oh god, I’m sorry.” Trevor squeezed Matt’s arm.
Matt closed his eyes for a long moment, seeming to try to gather his control. “She was great, though. I love her so much. She only married my dad because he knocked her up. She wanted to divorce him. He, uh, drinks a lot. He’s kinda like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Charming as hell, and then mean as fuck. But he swore to reform his ways. That’s when she got pregnant with my sisters. Twins. But it was all a lie. He just didn’t want a divorce to ruin his standing in the community.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. My sisters turn eighteen in May. As soon as they do, they’re moving in with my aunt and uncle. My mom’s sister. They’re real good people. They wanted custody after my mom died, but no way was my dad letting that happen. We get to spend holidays with them, though.”
“They sound nice,” Trevor said, and he meant it. He could see that Matt really cared for the rest of his family.
“I don’t want to risk telling them. About me,” Matt confessed quietly.
“You don’t have to,” Trevor said, and then he leaned in and kissed Matt. It was supposed to be just a peck, but it turned into a slow and gentle kiss. Most guys Trevor had been with didn’t kiss like that. But it was nice. Real nice.
After a while, they pulled apart. Matt looked away, almost shyly. “So no orgies or sex parties, huh? But you’ve dated?”
Trevor nodded. “I had a fling freshman year. It was fun, but nothing serious. We fooled around a bit, but didn’t have much in common. I think it was mainly geographically desirable.”
Matt laughed. “Like same dorm?”
“Same hallway.” Trevor smiled. “It made morning showers more fun.”
“You got away with that?”
“A few times.” Once. They’d tried it once and had pissed off most of their floor.
Matt nodded, looking away. “Uh, anyone else?” he mumbled, seeming to force the question out. “I mean, you know some . . . advanced stuff.”
“What?” Trevor asked, genuinely confused. They’d mostly done pretty vanilla sex stuff.
“Uh, the deluxe deep-tissue massage.”
Trevor laughed, slightly embarrassed. “Oh, that. Well
, over the summers, I work at a local summer camp as a counselor and I teach SAT prep. The summer after sophomore year, I rented a basement apartment from this little old lady. She was sick, so her grandson was in town taking care of her.”
“And he was gay?”
Trevor nodded. “He was a playwright in Manhattan. Kinda successful. And let’s just say—have you ever heard that Garth Brooks song ‘That Summer’?”
Matt smiled. “I’m from Alabama, boy.” Okay, so he knew the song. As if to prove this, Matt softly sang a few lyrics about raging thunder, a younger man, and an older woman teaching him the ways of love.
Trevor tried not to melt at the crooning, but Matt was a pretty damn good singer. And no one had ever sung to him before. Still, it was too much for Trevor’s cynical heart. “Oh my god, stop, country boy,” Trevor warned.
But he didn’t. Matt kept right on singing, changing the older woman to an older man with laughter in his eyes.
Trevor groaned and slammed his hand over Matt’s mouth to shut him up before he felt any more embarrassed with the comparison.
“So you were a hot young thing to some older man?” Matt mumbled under Trevor’s hand.
“He was only thirty,” Trevor defended. “But yes, that’s basically what happened.”
Matt nodded. Trevor could see his imagination running wild, probably envisioning things he’d seen in porn.
“It wasn’t that kinky,” Trevor said, trying to stop Matt’s wheels from turning. He realized he was still gagging Matt though, so he let go.
“Handcuffs?” Matt asked.
Trevor hesitated, then nodded. Matt’s eyes widened.
“Whips and chains?”
Trevor grimaced. “No, nothing that heavy. Some . . . spanking. Role-playing, um, toys.”
Matt gulped. “Oh. Was it a serious relationship?”
Trevor shook his head. “No, just a summer fling. He was interesting and different, but kind of a snob as well. Sometimes he made me feel . . .”
“What?”
Trevor shrugged and looked away. “Small.”
“He’s an idiot,” Matt said firmly, and clearly he meant it.
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