The Quarterback
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As if sensing his good mood and wanting to ruin it, his father called. He thought about not picking up but finally answered. “Hey, Dad,” he said, trying for casual.
“Matt, the town’s rooting for you. I’ve invited over some of the guys for Thanksgiving. Everyone wants to see you and meet your girl.”
“She’s not coming,” Matt said. “She has her own family to visit.” He wanted to tell his dad that she wasn’t his girlfriend, but it just wasn’t worth the headache.
“Sure, okay. I’ve actually been trying to get ahold of your friend Ryan’s dad—”
“He’s not interested,” Matt snapped.
There was silence, and he knew his dad was pissed. “You had no idea what I was going to say,” his dad growled.
“I always know what you’re going to say,” Matt replied. “You’re not going after his money, Dad.”
“It’s an investment opportunity. It’s what I do. I’ve made folks millions.” And lost them even more, Matt thought. But he knew better than to say it.
His father wasn’t done, though. “You better shape up, son, and get on board with the family business. Your sisters are mighty expensive what with college coming and all.”
Matt wanted to scream in frustration. His dad was such a manipulative shit. “Yeah, I know. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
And then he hung up before the conversation could go downhill anymore. He hoped like hell his sisters’ scholarship applications had come through. They didn’t qualify for financial aid with his dad’s high income, even though the man spent more than he earned. Shit, how in debt was his dad?
“You’re still here?” Connor asked, entering their room, interrupting his worries.
“Nope,” Matt replied, grabbing his jacket and backpack. “I’ll see you on Friday.”
“Have fun. Be safe.” Connor smirked.
Matt gave him the middle finger and headed out. Although he did plan to be safe. He’d also read enough online to prepare himself in the shower earlier, but it hadn’t been exactly pleasant. Still, he tried to tell himself that Trevor knew what he was doing and everything would be fine. Maybe more than fine.
When Matt reached Trevor’s dorm, he was buzzed in. The halls were eerily quiet. He made his way to the end of the third floor and knocked on the door.
Trevor opened it immediately, his hair loose around his shoulder. He was shirtless, in just a pair of baggy gray sweatpants. His V of muscle led to a soft trail of hair leading to his groin. Matt quickly closed the door behind him and ran his fingers down Trevor’s happy trail, delving into Trevor’s pants. Just an inch or two, teasing.
Trevor hooked his fingers into Matt’s collar and yanked him forward for a kiss. His tongue slid into Matt’s mouth, taking charge, swirling with Matt’s. Downright filthy. Matt shoved Trevor’s pants down and squeezed his ass hard, making him groan. As soon as Trevor stepped out of his pants, Matt lifted him up.
“Oh damn,” Trevor said with a laugh, wrapping his legs around Matt’s waist. It was the first time Matt had ever picked him up, and it was hot as hell.
Matt walked forward, loving that Trevor was totally naked while he was still fully clothed, but he also wanted to feel Trevor’s body against his skin. “Next time, I need to be naked.”
“Agreed,” Trevor said as Matt slammed him down onto the bed and bit into Trevor’s neck, his big hands sliding down Trevor’s body until he could grasp his thighs tightly.
“Feeling a bit dominant tonight?” Trevor asked as Matt licked his way up Trevor’s body until he could toy with a nipple between his teeth. Trevor groaned.
Matt reluctantly pulled off. “Yeah, but you won the bet.”
Trevor quirked a brow, nodding. “I did. So maybe I want you to handcuff me to the bed and ride me. I’d still be in charge.”
Matt gulped. “Okay.”
Trevor grabbed his dick at its base, as if trying to hold off an orgasm. “Fuck, that’s hot. Get naked.”
Matt lost his shirt and jeans, then shucked off his briefs and socks until he was totally naked. “Now what?”
“On the bed,” Trevor commanded. “Lie down on your back.”
As soon as Matt was sprawled on the bed, Trevor pushed Matt’s legs up so he was practically bent in half, his thighs to his chest. Matt gasped in surprise.
“Hold these,” Trevor said, squeezing Matt’s calves.
Matt pushed aside his embarrassment at being so exposed and held his legs against his chest. “I, uh, prepared myself,” he mumbled.
“That’s sweet, but you’re not getting fucked tonight,” Trevor said with a predatory grin. “But it is nice for this.” And then Trevor dove down to lick at Matt’s hole.
“Oh fucking hell!” Matt shouted. Talk about getting right to it. Trevor kneaded Matt’s ass as his wicked tongue circled Matt’s hole, the nerves so fucking sensitive down there. As soon as he relaxed into Trevor’s lapping tongue, it pushed inside and started fucking him in slow thrusts. Matt was pretty sure he whimpered. His cock was rock-hard, pre-come sliding down its length. He felt his body rocking against the sweet torture, wanting more, but then Trevor pulled away.
“No, wait, more,” Matt moaned.
Trevor hushed him, “Don’t worry, I’m not done.” Matt heard the flip of a lid and then Trevor warned, “It’s a bit cold.”
Before Matt could ask for clarification, cold lube and Trevor’s finger circled his hole. He clenched up.
Trevor laughed. “Easy, babe,” he murmured, then he leaned forward and sucked the head of Matt’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh shit,” Matt exclaimed, his hips lifting off the bed as his fingers clenched the sheet. Trevor’s hot mouth slid up and down his length, his finger circling Matt’s hole. “You’re the winner,” Matt managed to get out. “Shouldn’t I. Being doing this. To you?”
“Soon,” Trevor said. Then he carefully slid his finger inside Matt, pushing up to his first knuckle. Matt’s breath caught at the intrusion. It was weird, definitely weird. But not painful. More odd pressure.
“You okay?” Trevor asked.
Matt nodded, and Trevor bent once more, taking Matt’s cock into his mouth. His cheeks hollowing out to suction hard, his tongue flicking around the head. Matt barely noticed as Trevor’s finger slid the rest of the way in, exploring, searching, and then—
“Fuck! There, there,” Matt gasped. Hello, prostate. Trevor gently rubbed the spot and Matt felt tingles shoot out and up his nerve endings.
“Feel good?” Trevor asked, giving a gentle lick to the top of Matt’s cock.
“You’re a fucking tease,” Matt bit out.
“Yup,” Trevor said without shame, then he curled his finger once more and found Matt’s spot.
Matt’s hips bucked up as he scrambled for purchase on the bed.
“Oh god, you’re so sensitive,” Trevor groaned.
“Is that good or bad?” Matt asked.
“Good. Definitely good.” Trevor started to slowly retreat, then push back in.
“More,” Matt demanded, leaning up to watch Trevor. Trevor met Matt’s eyes, then deliberately lowered his mouth to Matt’s dick and swallowed him as far as he could while his finger pumped in and out of Matt’s hole. It was like watching a fucking porn movie.
“Fuck, I’m gonna—” Matt gasped, and then he was coming down Trevor’s throat harder than he’d ever come before. Tremors wracked his body, his back arching, as jets of come spurted out.
Many seconds later, Matt flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily. “Shit, sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Trevor said, moving up to kiss him. “That was fucking hot.” And then Trevor kissed him long and hard and Matt could taste himself on Trevor’s tongue. He used to think that sort of thing would be kind of gross, but he actually loved it.
Matt slid his fingers through Trevor’s hair and then rolled on top of him. “So, for your winning bet, you wanted to rim me, finger me, and suck me? Are you sure I’m the loser?”
Trevor
scoffed. “Please, Lancaster, if I hadn’t won that bet, there’s no way you would’ve let my finger up you. It was time for your deluxe deep-tissue massage,” he drawled with a smack to Matt’s ass. “But no,” Trevor added with a peck. “That was the beginning. Now you’re going to open me up and fuck me until I pass out.”
Matt whimpered. He fucking whimpered again. “Oh god, okay. But I thought you’d want me to bottom.”
Trevor kissed his shoulder. “Not for our first time.”
Matt caught Trevor’s chin in his hand and kissed him deeply. Of course his boyfriend would take it slow for him. Not put the pressure on him for the first time. Fuck, he loved him.
Matt pulled back as the thought ran through his brain.
“What?” Trevor asked.
“Nothing.” Matt shook his head. He wasn’t ready to say anything yet. “Just . . . roll over.” He squeezed Trevor’s hard dick before swatting his hip to urge him over.
“Yes, sir,” Trevor replied, and he turned onto his stomach.
Matt stared at the perfect, taut globes of Trevor’s ass. He didn’t have a lot back there, but what he did have was pert and firm. Smooth and hairless. Matt kneaded the muscles, a bit unsure what to do. But he wasn’t about to ask. Trevor had pretty much just demonstrated what he wanted.
So Matt pulled apart Trevor’s ass cheeks to get a look at his puckered hole. He brushed his thumb over it gently, and Trevor squirmed as his hole clenched, then released. Hot as hell. Matt did it again, then once more, before beginning to rub circles around the sensitive skin. He loved how Trevor started to rock against the bed, needing friction.
Trevor’s hand searched around behind him on the bed for the bottle of lube and held it up for Matt. “I won’t break,” Trevor promised.
Matt took the lube, flipped open the cap, and then stopped before squirting any out. He tossed the bottle back onto the bed and spread Trevor’s ass cheeks apart. His tight hole was hot as hell. Why had they waited so long? Matt wanted it so very badly in that moment, so he leaned down and gave Trevor’s opening a long, wet lick. It tasted like salt and soap. Trevor gave out a whimper like nothing Matt had ever heard from him before.
“Jesus!” Trevor panted. “You don’t have to—”
Matt slapped Trevor’s ass before he could finish his sentence. “Shut up, I want to.” Yeah, he wanted to rim his boyfriend. It was so wrong in all the right ways. He leaned down to lick stripes across Trevor’s taint, down to his balls, then back toward his hole again.
Trevor was humping the bed in earnest now, panting. Matt grabbed his hips and held him steady, not letting him move. Trevor cursed but gave in. Matt tentatively tried to slide his tongue in a bit, but the ring of muscle was clenched. He tried once more and his teeth caught on the tissue.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Trevor moaned. So, he liked it rough. He liked the teeth. Matt started to nibble, and Trevor almost broke Matt’s nose when he reared his ass back for more.
Matt laughed, dodging with his quick reflexes.
“Sorry,” Trevor muttered.
“All good, babe,” Matt said with another swat to his ass. Then he grabbed the lube, coated his own finger, and pressed inside. He tried to go slowly, but Trevor rose up to his knees and pushed backward, so that Matt’s finger went in two knuckles deep.
“Yeah,” Trevor urged him on, then he rocked forward and back again on Matt’s finger. Matt couldn’t believe how warm and tight he was. And he’d be sliding into that soon. He gulped, thankful he’d already come once, otherwise he’d never last more than one thrust. His dick was rebounding nicely for round two, though.
“Another,” Trevor instructed.
Matt pulled out his finger, coated another one with lube, and pressed back in. Trevor went a bit slower this time, until he sank all the way down. Matt kissed the base of his spine, then each ass cheek. He stroked his hand up Trevor’s spine, along each vertebra, and then thrust his hand into the hair at the base of Trevor’s skull.
“Yes.” Trevor dropped his head back. “Harder.”
Matt wasn’t quite sure what he was referring to, so he pumped his fingers in harder at the same time he gripped Trevor’s hair more firmly.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Trevor moaned, sliding back and forth on Matt’s fingers. “Next time, you’re gonna take me from behind, pull my hair, fuck me so hard. But not tonight.” And then Trevor slid forward until Matt’s fingers came free, and he rolled over.
Trevor grabbed a condom and pushed Matt onto his back. Matt went willingly, enthralled as Trevor quickly opened himself up some more with a third finger. Matt almost came watching his boyfriend fingering himself. Matt grabbed the base of his dick and squeezed hard. Holding back.
“Like that?” Trevor asked wickedly.
Matt grumbled out a laugh. “Yes, fuck you. You’re killing me.”
“Want me to stop?” Trevor dryly asked.
In answer, Matt grabbed the condom, tore it open, and slid it down his length.
“Guess not,” Trevor said with a smirk. He liberally coated Matt with lube, then crawled up to straddle Matt’s hips.
Trevor braced his hands on either side of Matt’s face, then reached to line himself up. “Ready?”
Was he ready? Fuck yeah. Matt nodded, then held his breath as Trevor slowly lowered himself onto Matt’s cock. It was pure, sweet heaven. So tight, so warm. “Fuck,” Matt groaned, grabbing Trevor’s hips to help steady him.
Trevor bit his lip as he sank lower. Matt was average in thickness but he was about seven inches. And he watched as Trevor took every inch of him until his balls sat against Matt’s stomach. Trevor moaned loudly.
Matt made himself count backward from ten, trying not to bust a nut right away. As soon as he was under control again, Trevor seemed to sense it and started to move, sliding up and down. Matt’s hips rose to meet Trevor, pushing into him. Trevor shifted his arms so they were behind him and started bouncing on Matt’s cock, leaving his own untouched. It was purple and hard, slapping with each movement.
Matt reached out and grabbed Trevor’s dick, his fingers still slick with lube. “That’s it, babe,” Trevor murmured, his eyes half closed. “Now fuck me.”
Matt didn’t need any more of an invitation. He thrust his hips upward, slamming into Trevor. Trevor’s head fell back on a gasp. Matt let go of Trevor’s cock to hold his hips so he could pump up into Trevor’s heat, faster and faster. “Oh god, there, there,” Trevor moaned.
Matt made sure to keep the angle and thrust harder, faster. Trevor began to bob up and down, his mouth hanging open in pleasure, his eyes half-lidded. It was so good, so fucking good. “Trevor . . .” Matt groaned. He was close, so close.
“Come for me,” Trevor urged, and Matt gave in to his orgasm. His toes curled as he slammed into Trevor, his climax hitting him hard. It seemed to last even longer than the one before, and he suddenly wished like hell he was bare inside Trevor and filling him up. Claiming him.
Trevor continued to fuck Matt through his orgasm, Trevor’s hand furiously pumping his own cock. As soon as Matt could breathe again, he reached down to take over and jerked Trevor off. Three more strokes and Trevor was coming with a shout. Matt felt the ass muscles clench on his sensitive dick. He squirmed a bit, and then rubbed Trevor’s spunk into his abdomen where it had hit.
Trevor collapsed on top of him with a hard kiss. Then he slowly lifted himself up until Matt slipped out. Matt reached down and disposed of the condom in the trash bin next to the desk. He flopped back on the bed, resting his head on Trevor’s chest, their legs entwining.
“So, what did ya think?” Trevor asked with a wry smirk.
Matt lifted his head and scrunched up his brow. “Dunno. May need to try it a few times to figure it out.”
“Oh yeah?” Trevor pinched Matt’s side in punishment. “Tonight? ’Cause not sure my ass is up to it. It’s out of practice.”
Matt smiled. “Nope, I feel like a jellyfish. Got nothing left in me.”
“Pathetic,” Tre
vor teased. “What kind of quarterback are you?”
“The kind that practiced for four hours today, then banged his boyfriend.”
“Yeah, fair enough.” Trevor brushed his fingers across Matt’s lips.
“It was hot,” Matt said softly, then kissed Trevor. “Thanks.”
Trevor tightened his arms around Matt and kissed him back. It was perfect.
Right up until the moment Matt’s stomach growled.
Trevor laughed and sat up to grab his phone. “I’ll order a pizza.”
“Then can we watch A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving?” Matt asked hopefully.
“You’re so fucking cute.” Trevor rolled his eyes, grabbed his laptop, and handed it to Matt to find the film.
Thirty minutes later, they were cleaned up and tucked under the covers, eating pizza, and watching the movie.
“That’s amazing,” Matt sighed as Trevor shampooed his hair. They were in the private handicap stall, which was really just a large wet room with a toilet in the far corner. But the door locked. Just in case a stray janitor happened by.
“You want me to wash your hair every morning?” Trevor asked.
“Mm-hmm,” Matt moaned, leaning forward to kiss Trevor.
Trevor ran his soapy hand down the front of Matt’s chest and grabbed his morning erection. “Want me to wash anything else?” He stroked Matt’s erection, and Matt groaned, moving closer so their dicks were touching.
Matt pushed Trevor’s hand aside, and grabbed both their cocks with his big hand, jacking them off as they kissed under the hot water, biting and nipping. Matt came first, then Trevor.
“Yeah, this would be nice every morning,” Matt admitted. “I am so over communal bathrooms.”
“Same,” Trevor said, rinsing away the residual soap and spunk. “San Francisco’s expensive as hell, though. I may live in Oakland or Berkeley so that I don’t have to have roommates.”