A gay story: The Quarterback and the Tutor Ch. 06 I guess you know you’re a couple comfortable with each other when you’re able to sleep in the same bed without having sex, be naked around each other without always throwing an erection. Most of all when you love someone so much that you think nothing of putting his needs before your own without resentment.
I awoke the next morning to find Tom curled into me, his face on my chest, my leg thrown over his, and my arm over his chest. We were both six five but somehow he curled into me like he was a foot shorter. He slept like an innocent baby, such light breaths that I could barely hear them, and such soft skin I wanted to be gentle with him so as not to hurt him. As if I could hurt one of the toughest university quarterbacks in the country. He always seemed to have a bruise or a scrape somewhere.
I carefully extricated myself from him and he continued to sleep. I quietly went into the bathroom and shaved, took a shower, and all the while he still slept. I could only think that my sweet man had been so emotionally shattered by yesterday’s events that he was sleeping if off.
I went back into the bedroom and he was still asleep, now rolled over onto his back with his morning erection pushing at his jockey shorts. I got dressed silently and went into the kitchen to fix breakfast; eggs, pancakes, and bacon. As I was turning a pancake he slipped his arms around me and kissed my neck.
“Good morning, baby,” he whispered. “I see you’re fixing your man breakfast.”
He laughed softly.
“I thought I’d give us a treat instead of cafeteria food.”
“What can I do?”
“You can go shave those rough bristles off your face and take a shower is what you can do. And don’t goof off, Tom. I let you sleep late because you looked so tired but I can’t be late this morning. I’ve got a test in Richenbacher’s class and it’s my first class of the day.”
“Oh, Ricky Bicky’s not too hard to deal with, Lucas. You DO know he’s gay, don’t you? Show him a little extra attention and you’ll have him eating out of your hand.”
“It helped you that he’s a football nut. I don’t think he’d give a shit no matter I did. Anyway, I don’t like him. He always picks his favorites the first few days of class and everyone else is practically invisible except to be thrown all the hard work.”
“And you’re not one of his favorites?” Tom teased.
“He acts like he’s doing me a favor just to look in my direction. Fortunately his class is strictly math and as long as I can do the work he has to pass me.”
“Of course you’re doing the work.”
“Piece of cake,” I grinned.
I was taking bacon out of the pan.
“You’ve got maybe five minutes, big boy. Get your shower and you can eat in your underwear then get dressed afterward.”
He cock teased me the rest of the morning, laughing and grinning but we finally made it to school. Classes passed slowly and I crossed my fingers that we’d be able to get with Louisa Martindale and Anne Marie Williams for lunch. Thankfully, they were seated at their usual table eating salads.
“Is it okay if we sit with the two most beautiful women on campus today?” I grinned.
“What’s up, Lucas?” Louisa laughed, “Do you need us to protect Tom from Sandy’s claws?”
“Yeah, not likely,” Tom snorted. “She’s already begging me to take her back.”
I couldn’t believe Tom would so boldly tell them that. Arrogant prick.
“It’s more like we need to protect him from his stalker ex,” I chuckled.
“Will wonders never cease?” Anne Marie said in her little girl voice. “Sandy’s saying the exact opposite. Of course, WE believe YOU, Tom. Getting rid of her was the best thing you ever did for yourself.”
“Everyone doesn’t agree,” I said seriously. “Coach Sanders has benched Tom for the Friday game over it.”
“WHAT?” Louisa yelled. “That’s insane. Are you sure?”
Tom nodded. “Certain. He called me yesterday, pissed as hell. Seems he’s known Sandy and her family since she was a little girl. So I’m out of the game.”
“We’ll see about THAT,” Louisa bellowed. “Wait until my Daddy hears this bullshit. Don’t go out of town, Tom, because I can promise you that you’ll be playing. Daddy says you’re the greatest quarterback this university has had since Lucas’ father.”
“He thinks that?” Tom preened. “Well, I can’t go out of town anyway. I’m going to have to sit on the bench and suffer in my humiliation. Of course, that’s exactly what that bastard Sanders wants.”
“Like I said, don’t worry about it.”
“And here all I did was come over here to ask you two fine ladies if you’d double date with me and Lucas for the game Friday night. A lot of the team members go to the Pizza Hut after the game and I thought you two might like to go.”
Louisa and Anne Marie glanced at each other.
“Come on, Anne Marie,” Tom pleaded in his best sweet little puppy mode. “I tried my best to get you to pay some attention to me when we took Western Civ together and you hurt my feelings by ignoring me. The least you can do is go out on a date with me.”
Anne Marie burst out laughing.
“Yeah, I knew you were hitting on me but there was no way I was treading on another woman’s territory. So now you two are finished and you need me to show her you’ve already got another girl?”
Tom grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it like a gentleman.
“Au contraire, Mademoiselle,” he grinned. “Frankly Scarlett, I don’t give a damn, about what my former female acquaintance thinks. I’m moving on and I’d like the pleasure of your company on Friday night. And if we have a good time perhaps you’ll come to the game with Penn State we play next Saturday. We’ve only got two more games after Friday and the game with Penn State will be televised. A beautiful young thing like you will surely show up on the camera.”
Louisa and Anne Marie both giggled and I knew we had them.
Louisa looked at me with a teasing skeptical eye.
“I guess this means I’ll be going with you, Mr. Blake,” she harrumphed. “Well, I know your reputation and I can assure you that I will NOT be putting out on the first date, probably never. I don’t care HOW big they say your cock is.”
“LOUISA!” Anne Marie blushed. “You should apologize right now.”
“You’ve never put out for me before, Louisa,” I laughed.
Tom and Anne Marie looked puzzled.
“Lucas and I go all the way back to freshman orientation,” Louisa explained. “We’ve been friends ever since, true bosom buddies.”
Tom and Anne Marie looked astonished.
“It’s true,” I said. “Louisa’s a good companion and friend. When I need to bounce something off a female friend I always go to Louisa. Plus, she helped through Constitutional Law.”
“We’ve had some good times together,” Louisa smiled. “Even though he’s a total reprobate. Still, I’ll admit he got me through Calculus and the occasional math problem here and there.”
Anne Marie still looked shell shocked.
“It’s alright, Anne Marie,” I smiled. “Actually I’m a nice guy. It’s the women that keep throwing themselves at me.”
All four of us hooted with laughter.
“And I don’t suppose it ever occurred to you to say no?” Louisa laughed.
“A gentleman has to be careful about refusing a lady.”
“Let me give you a hint, Lucas,” Louisa stage whispered. “There are very few who can class themselves as ladies on this campus. Say no all you want.”
We joked all through lunch and I occasionally glanced around the dining room to see people watching us, straining their ears to hear. It couldn’t have gone better, I thought. Tom Braddock had already hooked up with Anne Marie Williams and was taking her to the Friday game and maybe to all the games left. Sandy was definitely out of the picture.
After lunch Tom walked me to the library.
“That went well, Lucas. Why didn’t you tell me you and Louisa are such good friends?”
“If you don’t act like an arrogant prick, Tom, I’ll bet you’ll find that Anne Marie will become one of the best friends you’ll ever have, that all four of us will be good friends.”
“I just don’t want to have the feeling of using her. I can’t go through that again.”
“I told you the lay of the land with her and you’re on equal footing with her, probably the first time you’ve ever been on equal footing with a woman. Anne Marie will make her own decisions and set her own boundaries with you. Just don’t step over them and don’t play King Rat with her.”
“Do you think she’ll ever tell me she’s a lesbian?”
“Why should she? Your relationship’s never going to be sexual, just two friends. If you’re not an asshole and you’re lucky. Are you planning to tell her you’re gay?”
He looked shocked that I’d ask him the gay question in broad daylight on campus.
“Just be nice to her, be her friend, and I’ll bet you’ll get it back in full. She’s a sweet girl.”
“You and Louisa, have you ever talked about…you know…?”
“What do you think, big boy?”
I slapped his head playfully.
“The answer’s no. I just lucked on the Louisa the first day I got here and we hit it off. We just started hanging around together occasionally, going to the movies and stuff. She needed help with math; it’s her Achilles heel. We’ve never crossed the line of friendship, never thought about it.”
“For obvious reasons,” Tom said.
“Hey, everything in life is not about sex. And anyway, I’ve always thought of myself as an active bisexual with the gay part slammed in the closet.”
“And boy have you been active.”
“Tom, I’ve always been above board. Well, as above board as I’m going to get. I’ve told every girl I’ve been with that we can have a good time but there’s no long term relationship going to happen. I let them know I’m not going to settle down until after I’ve finished graduate school, if then, and not to count on me as a future husband.”
“And they take that? I should have used that line.”
“Not all of them. There’ve been a few nasty turns but they can’t say they weren’t warned. It’s the nature of women, the nesting instinct is what Mom calls it. Some of them think if they go to bed with you then you’re going to marry them no matter what was said up front.”
“I’d like to say that Sandy’s like that but she’s not. Sandy will drop any man if she’s got a better option. I fucking hate her. All she ever did was use me.”
We were near the library and I stopped under a tree.
“Look, I’m going to say this just once, Tom, because I love you. You and Sandy are two peas in a pod; arrogant, self-centered, stars. Those kind of people don’t make good couples. I can’t stand the bitch but I’m sure that somewhere in her world she’s a nice person and a lot of people love her.”
“She’s a bitch all right. You got that right.”
“And you, Tom, you used her just as much as she used you.”
He looked surprised.
“Oh, yeah, the star football quarterback with the pretty cheerleader as eye candy on his arm. You’re never going to move forward and have a decent relationship with Anne Marie, or any other girl for that matter, until you admit that you’re as much at fault for your situation as Sandy. Just admit it and get over it.”
“She’s a fucking cunt! The meanest bitch I’ve ever known,” he said angrily.
“You want to move on? Admit to yourself that you caused a lot of that mean ass bitch behavior and just stay away from her and let it go.”
“You sound like you’re on her side,” he said accusingly. “I thought you were on my side, that you love ME.”
I moved in close to him, maybe too close for our public location but what the hell.
“I really do love you, big boy, but you’ve got to let this shit go. Why do you think I went to the trouble to set you up with Anne Marie? She’s perfect for you and she’s a sweet girl. You hurt her and I’ll kick your ass. Fucking move on and wipe Sandy off your slate. No more text messages, no more shit. Block her number.”
He sighed. “I just don’t need all this shit. Sometimes I wish you and I could just move to a beach condo and it just be us, no one else. I’m tired of all the games.”
I squeezed his shoulder supportively.
“I’d like that too, Tom. AFTER we finish the university and I’ve got a great engineering job. We can move in together and I’ll support you.”
He laughed at that.
“No, I’m going to the NFL and you’re going to move in with ME and I’m going to support YOU and after my first successful season as a pro quarterback I’m going to marry you and tell the whole fucking world you’re my husband.”
“I could deal with that,” I grinned. “Now you need to get that sexy ass of yours over to the athletic building so you can piss off your coach.”
“Don’t remind me,” he groaned.
I slapped his ass playfully. To the viewing public it was two guys cutting up; to us it was the touch of a lover.
Tom left and I went into the library. The afternoon was quiet until I ran into Sue Martin in the library around 4 PM. She cornered me in the engineering stacks on the fourth floor.
“Spill,” she ordered.
“Where? I don’t see anything on the floor.”
I pantomimed searching the floor.
“Cut the shit, Lucas. You know exactly what I mean. Is it true that Tom Braddock is taking Anne Marie Williams to the game Friday night? And to all the games for the rest of the season?”
I nodded.
“Plus, we’re going to the Pizza Hut after the game.”
“Right. You’re taking Louisa Martindale since you and Braddock are grown at the hip now.”
“My, someone has big ears, Granny. I’m sure someone is taking you to the game Friday. Right?”
“I’m going with Carl Sims. We’ve been dating all semester.”
“Maybe we’ll see you at the Pizza Hut.”
Sue had her teeth in a bone and I knew she wasn’t done.
“It’ll be a little embarrassing with Tom benched Friday night, won’t it?”
“I don’t think he really cares, Sue. If Sanders uses the backup quarterback it’ll be just another loss for the university and we’ve already lost twelve years in a row. It’s a win-win for Tom either way. If he’s benched and we lose everyone will say it’s Sanders’ fault and if he plays and he wins everyone will say it’s a good thing Sanders got overruled.”
“And if he plays and loses?”
“It’ll be due to Sanders’ poor game plan,” I grinned. “Don’t worry, he’ll win.”
“Got a lot of faith in your man, don’t you?” she laughed.
“I always believe in having faith in your team. It’s called team support.”
“Did you know that Sandy has let Tom know that she’s willing to forgive him and take him back? He’s moving a little fast with Anne Marie, don’t you think?”
I felt a blaze of anger and I know my face flushed. I wanted to tear into her with a fury but I knew it would be a mistake.
“Sue, I don’t really want to hash out a situation that’s not our business. Those two just need to move on. They’re both prima donna pricks and it was only a matter of time until they exploded. Why do we even care?”
“But he’s your friend…”
“And I take it Sandy is yours? Look, I told him to move on, get over it all. You should tell your friend the same thing.”
“But Sandy’s willing to take him back.”
I laughed a nasty laugh.
“Sue, would you take back a man you caught fucking another woman, his student? If you say yes you’re not the Sue I’ve known for over two years.”
“You’ve got a point.”
“So tell your friend to let it go.”
“Okay, Lucas, let me be blunt here. Trying to be diplomatic isn’t working.”
I arched my eyebrows at her.
“Are you sure I even want to hear? Already this whole thing sounds like some bad afternoon shock talk show that I never watch. Is there a camera filming this? Where’s Jerry Springer?”
“Get off your high horse, Lucas. Sandy’s father’s a lawyer and he’s filed a twenty million dollar lawsuit against the university and Professor Kitchens.”
“And this concerns me how?”
“You might let your friend know that Sandy thinks that Tom busted into Dr. Kitchens office because he still loves her. It’s why he’s not included in the lawsuit.”
Sue had this self-satisfied smug look on her face that made me want to slap her.
“So you’re telling me that Tom should crawl on his knees to Sandy and beg her forgiveness? He’d rather die, I can tell you that much myself. He fucking hates her.”
“That hatred will get him added to the lawsuit.”
“A lawsuit that is totally bogus.”
“Yeah, Tom threw the clothes out the window leaving them naked and humiliated. I think the courts might find him liable for some damages.”
“He’ll never do it. He’ll never bow to her.”
“I know it,” she sighed. “And so does Sandy. I’ve tried to talk to her but she won’t listen. Sandy’s determined to call him out in public.”
“Why, Sue? Tom’s done with her and he’s moving on. I encouraged him to take Anne Marie to the football game.”
“You what?”
“It’s the principle of falling off a horse and getting back on again. One relationship busts up and you need the companionship of friends to recover. Anne Marie’s a friend, same thing with me and Louisa and the same thing with you and me. You and I have known them for a long time and they’re good people.”
“I know Anne Marie and you’re right. You’ll never find a sweeter person but I don’t know Louisa.”
“I met Louisa at freshman orientation and we took Constitutional Law together. She’s one of the smartest people I know, she’s pre-law, and she’s probably going to be a fantastic lawyer.”
“So is she another one of your wham-bam-thank you, ma’am girls?”
“No,” I laughed. “Louisa’s just a friend. If I want to go out and have a good time without feeling opposite sex pressure I call Louisa.”
“I’m not sure I’d take that as a compliment coming from a player like you, Lucas. I hope you don’t describe me that way.”
“Come on, Sue. You KNOW what I mean. Every man should have female friends where there’s no sexual relationship and vice versa. I’ve got you, haven’t I?”
“Well, Lucas,” she laughed. “There’ve been times that I was hurt that you didn’t go after me for romantic reasons.”
We both laughed. She was kidding or so I hoped.
“Look, for whatever it’s worth, Lucas, I’m having to listen to Sandy’s side in the dorm at night and I guess you’re having to listen to Tom’s version.”
“We’re dealing with two kinds of people here, Sue. Sandy’s the type that’s never going to let this go, the kind that become ex-wives from hell. Tom, on the other hand, probably won’t remember Sandy’s name next year. Why? Because it’s over and done and he’ll put that kind of shit behind him and just move on. I know because it’s what I do, I just get on with my life and cut out of the herd anyone who tries to pull me down. Sandy’s just going to end up a vague memory with no details.”
“So you don’t remember old girlfriend’s names? I’ll bet you’ll remember Mary Beth’s.”
“Mary who?” I teased. “Sue, a freshmen psychology student will tell you that it’s no good to just keep hanging on to shit that you can’t change. I make a conscious effort to try to remember only those things that are useful to me.”
“Maybe that’s a man thing…”
“Or maybe it’s just a healthy way to live your life.”
“Okay, Dr. Freud, let me put it this way. If you care about your buddy Tom then you need to prepare him for the fact that Sandy’s going to pop out of the woodwork somewhere soon because she won’t be satisfied until she feels like she’s got the upper hand, the last say. And she’s determined to have it out with him in a public place.”
“And of course if he doesn’t bow down and kiss her feet she’ll hand him a court summons.”
Sue laughed. “Probably.”
“This is a sick version of elementary school recess fight. You know, Sue, there’s a part of me that thinks that Tom and Sandy are loving every minute of this, their moment in the sun, like some famous movie star couple breaking up. And it makes me want to puke. I don’t give a damn what happens.”
Sue laughed. “I think you’re entirely right. Sandy could be a great tragic actress and Tom is the pin up poster boy with a vapor head.”
“Sue, I’ve got things to do. If your girl wants to look like a fool so be it. If you’re such a close friend of hers you might tell her that Tom’s through with her, he’s happy that he’s going out with another girl. She just needs to go fuck her professor and forget about Tom.”
“Lucas,” she sighed. “I’m just trying to give you a heads up and I know you’ll tell Tom. I’d rather not be involved but I don’t have much choice. My roommate and I share a bathroom and sitting room with Sandy and her roommate. Sandy’s father is determined to make this nasty.”
“Oh, fuck it all!” I said too loudly. “I’m sick of this, Sue. I’m not a messenger boy!”
A library assistant came by and complained that we were disturbing others. Sue and I apologized profusely and I gathered up my books and went into a study carrel. I worked for the next two hours and then went home, planning to eat the leftover KFC. Tom had said nothing about coming over and he rarely came over two nights in a row.
I’d already showered and dressed in long pajamas and athletic socks because it was cold. I was eating the KFC and watching TV. There was a sharp knock on the door that I recognized as Tom’s. He was smiling but had a troubled look on his face.
“Can I come in?”
“Of course you can, Tom. I’ve already told you that you’re welcome twenty four-seven. What’s up?”
He came inside and sat on the couch quietly.
“So what’s going on, Tom? I know that look on your face.”
“You know me so well, Lucas, I can’t hide anything from you anymore. I see you’re eating the leftover KFC.”
“There’s also leftover Chinese if you’re interested. And you’re evading my question. What’s going on?”
“I’ve got good news and bad news.”
“Okay, give me the bad news first.”
“Coach Sanders is REALLY pissed with me, more than he’s ever been. He won’t say anything more than he has to.”
“What happened?”
“He got a call from the president’s office telling him he can’t bench me unless I’m injured and he’d better have medical proof. He got chewed out for involving himself in my personal affairs with Sandy. The president told him he’d already just fired Kitchens for unprofessional behavior and he’d better not hear about anymore unprofessional shit from Sanders.”
“He told you all this?”
Tom shook his head.
“I got a text message to get my ass to Sanders office ASAP at four o’clock. I figured it had to do with Mr. Martindale but I wasn’t sure. Then I got a text message from Coach Wolfe to come see him first. Man, when Louisa takes action she moves fast, doesn’t she?”
“Popular boy, are we?”
“Yeah,” he snorted. “Wolfe gave me the lowdown on Sanders getting raked over the coals, all the details. The president called Wolfe and asked him if he was interested in the head football coach position.”
“Say what?”
I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Oh, it’s all bullshit, even Wolfe told me that but the university legal team is running the show now. Sandy’s father has filed a twenty million dollar lawsuit against the university over Kitchens.”
“That’s bullshit too. Sandy’s over twenty one and can do what she damn well pleases. So she fucked a professor. What of it?”
“Several students have complained about Sandy’s grades in the French class and have demanded an audit of all their tests and papers. They’re saying Sandy fucked her way to the top of the class. Now the university has put her on notice that she can’t come back next semester. So her father’s suing the school.”
“I didn’t think she was taking French.”
“Beats me,” he laughed. “I didn’t think so either. She never said anything about it. I thought I knew her schedule but apparently I didn’t.”
“Oh, what a tangled web we weave…”
“…when first we practice to deceive,” Tom laughed. “It’s tangled all right. Sandy was taking French and never even told me. And she was fucking her professor for good grades. I’m sure she had to, she flunked Spanish in high school.”
“I’ve heard Professor Kitchens is one hot dude it must have been an easy thing for her to fuck for grades. The hell with Sandy, what’s up with Wolfe and the head coach position?”
“Wolfe said they threatened to essentially bench Sanders and put Wolfe in charge if he didn’t get his ass out of this mess.”
“Okay, so where do you fall in this?”
“After Wolfe gave me the heads up I went to Sanders’ office and he was out for blood. He didn’t even try to sugar coat anything. He told me that he’s been ordered to let me play every game for the rest of the season and that since his word as a coach counted for nothing I’d better play my ass off and win every game.”
“So that’s the good news. You’re not benched anymore.”
“Nope, but I basically don’t have a head coach anymore either. It’s going to be a hostile place to play.”
Tom looked crestfallen and I felt sorry for him. All he ever wanted to do was play football and now this thing with Sandy had managed to poison the waters for him.
“It’ll be okay, Tom. You’re the quarterback and you’re good. Sanders will back off.”
He shook his head no and for the first time I saw his eyes fill with tears.
“It’s going to be hell from now on because it will split the entire team apart,” he whispered.
“Come here, baby.”
I held my arms out and he slid over to me.
“Hold me tight, Lucas. Tell me everything’s going to be all right.”
I held him tight and he buried his face in my neck. His chest heaved but I didn’t hear a sound from him. I kissed the top of his head and gently caressed his hair.
“This is going to work out okay, Tom. I promise you. It doesn’t seem like it tonight but it will. It’ll take a few days, maybe longer for everyone to see that you’re not the heavy here. Sandy and Sanders have overplayed their hands and it’ll all come out, baby.”
“I hope so,” he said softly.
“So, can I fix you something to eat?”
He shook his head no.
“If I ate anything I’d just throw it up or have diarrhea. I’d rather be hungry.”
“Are you staying tonight?”
Again he shook his head no.
“We’re having a party in the dorm for Tommy Hand. It’s his birthday and some of the guys went all out like crazy for this party. I’ve got to be there in thirty minutes.”
“What is he, the pope?”
Tom laughed.
“He’s the go-to guy of the dorm and everyone loves him. He’s the RA and if something needs to be done in the dorm he takes care of it. He a great guy so I can’t miss it.”
“If you play your cards right you might be able to do a little politicking for yourself. Just keep it low key.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
He kissed me then, softly, and his kisses traveled down my neck. He unbuttoned my pajama shirt and ran his hand through my chest hair, then sucked my nipples.
“I thought you had to be to the party in thirty minutes,” I laughed.
“I know,” he mumbled into my chest. “I just can’t leave without tasting you.”
He kissed and licked down my torso. He got on his knees and nibbled my cock through the pajama pants.
“Can I suck your cock?” he grinned.
“You’re going to be late.”
“What’s a few minutes?” he laughed. “So can I suck your cock? That’s all I have time for but I won’t be able to sleep tonight without eating your cum.”
“You don’t have to ask, Tom, you know that. My body is yours.”
“And mine is yours, Lucas,” he said softly.
He pulled my pajamas and underwear off and I was naked on the couch. He sucked my penis into his mouth and I breathed hard, whimpering over the incredible pleasure he was giving me. Tom had become a master cocksucker.
He pushed my legs up to my chest and pulled my athletic socks off, then kissed my feet and up the backs of my legs until he reached the split of my ass, splayed open wide, the cool air blowing over my partially open hole. He spit on it and then attacked it with his tongue and lips. My body trembled with sexual energy and passion.
Tom probed my hole with his tongue and then inserted his middle finger, pressing it against my prostate. My cock expanded and stood rock hard, throbbing. Tom sucked it into his mouth, bobbing up and down on it while his finger fucked my ass.
I was moaning and whimpering, lost in desire, as he made love to my cock. I twirled my fingers in his hair and caressed his cheeks. His finger pressed my love button in just the right way and I lost it.
I groaned and began to shoot my hot semen into his mouth. He sucked and swallowed hard, managing to take it all down for the first time. At last I was like a naked rag doll on the couch as he stood up, leaned over, and kissed me, depositing some of my cum in my mouth.
“I’ve got to go now.” he whispered.
“Can’t I at least see your cock?”
“No,” he grinned. “If I take it out I’ll never leave tonight. It’ll give you something to dream about.”
He looked at my naked body and licked his lips.
“I’ve got to get out of here before I lose my resolve.”
He kissed me once again, then turned and left.
The rest of the week passed slowly and Tom needed me daily to bolster his confidence about the upcoming game. Coach Sanders barely spoke to him at practice. On Friday night I gathered most of my engineering friends and with Anne Marie and Louisa we cheered for our team and Tom.
It was a close game and I sweated it out, trying to put the mathematical odds of winning after twelve straight losses out of my mind. The score was 21-7 at the end of the first half and I was almost despondent, sure we were losing. The other team and their supporters had the confidence of victors.
Then in the second half the score changed to 21-17 at the end of the third quarter. I literally was keeping my fingers crossed and our group tensely screamed for our team. Then in the last seven seconds of the game Tom threw a Hail Mary pass into the end zone and we scored. The final score was 24-21 and the stadium was rocking from the screaming and celebrating. Our team took Tom off the field on their shoulders.
I watched Coach Sanders’ face and he was smiling. I felt there was no way he could continue to freeze Tom out, not after this victory. The administration and faculty members were all excited, as were alumni members that I recognized. Things had to get better.
The one big surprise was that Sandy didn’t show up to be a part of the cheerleading squad. As much as we disliked each other I had to admit I’d have been stunned if she had. It would have taken a lot of guts to cheer in front of a crowd that knew she’d been caught fucking a professor, an action that was getting her kicked out of the university.
“When do we leave for Pizza Hut?” Anne Marie asked.
“We’ll go over to the showers and wait for Tom. There’s a little lobby in the building with couches for people to wait for the players.”
“How long does it usually take?”
“It varies,” I laughed. “Sometimes it can be half an hour but most of the time it’s only ten minutes or less. And there’ve been a couple of times when he was out and ready before I even got there.”
This time the wait was closer to thirty minutes. We could hear the guys laughing and joking around. At last Tom came out, his hair damp from his shower, wearing a clean football jersey and jeans, grinning from ear to ear.
“Sorry it took so long. We were just celebrating a little bit.”
“The celebration’s just begun!” one of the players yelled. “Wait ’til we get to the Pizza Hut!”
The crowd at the Pizza Hut was wild and the crowd was so large that several people were eating their food in the parking lot from carry out boxes. Being the quarterback, Tom had a table in the front center of the restaurant and I, with Anne Marie and Louisa, watched him hold court like a king. I kept watching for Sandy to come in, expecting an explosion.
“I know what you’re doing,” Louisa whispered later.
I raised my eyebrows in a question.
“You’re looking for Sandy to come in. Don’t tell me you aren’t.”
I didn’t deny it. We were talking too low to be heard by others.
“Can you imagine what it must be like for her? Not to be here?” she continued. “Look at all this, it’s like we’re part of the king’s court and she used to be the queen.”
“I don’t read that much into it myself.”
“You wouldn’t,” she laughed. “You’re a man but to a girl who dreams of being homecoming queen and the consort of the football quarterback it’s everything.”
“If you say so.”
I looked over at Tom, preening like a peacock, and I knew I’d lied to Louisa. Of course I knew how Sandy felt. In my own way I was a living extension of my man’s success and I loved being with him as they verbally replayed every move of the game and bragged on their skills.
Tom was at his best, laughing, joking, and looking every inch the flawless stud quarterback. He was obviously accustomed to this fan worship and he reveled in it. I watched him as he moved his magnificent body with his sculpted hair, his flashing blue eyes, the laughing smile with the perfect teeth. Tom was made for adoration. I felt special next to him, knowing that I had his love and his body for me alone.
And I remembered how I’d felt when it had been me as quarterback amid all the fun celebrations.
We partied for over two hours and then there was a commotion outside, the crowd parted and in walked Sandy in a tight shirt with the top buttons undone to her breasts, even tighter jeans, and red high heels so tall I couldn’t imagine anyone wearing them. She called hello to various people as she made her way through the crowd, definitely headed to where we, that is Tom, was seated.
I kicked Tom under the table and he looked at me.
“Don’t say a word to her, Tom. Don’t let her bait you.”
I didn’t give a damn if Louisa and Anne Marie heard my instructions to him. Anne Marie suddenly put her arm through Tom’s and moved closer to him.
“Don’t worry, honey,” she said sweetly. “This ain’t my first rodeo. I’ll take care of your ex.”
Sandy stopped right in front of Tom and the restaurant was so quiet you could people breathing, the proverbial pin drop situation.
“Don’t get up on my account, Tom. We’re past the ‘your being a gentleman’ phase.”
Tom said nothing, didn’t even look at her. Sandy looked at me with hate filled eyes, then stared at Anne Marie and Louisa.
“You’re keeping strange company these days, darling. Two nerds and a blonde bimbo with big tits. Is that what you needed, Tom? Bigger tits?”
Tom still said nothing and looked at the floor.
“I’M TALKING TO YOU, ASSHOLE!” she screamed and slapped Tom’s lowered head.
He sat up then, fire in his eyes, and Anne Marie took over.
“Do I need to get up and whip your ass, bitch? Don’t be hitting on my man or I’ll beat the shit out of you right her!”
For a little girl voice it was scary as hell. She moved to get up and Tom held her back.
“I’d like to see you try it,” Sandy glowered.
At that moment two police officers entered the restaurant and moved up behind Sandy.
“I think you need to back off, ma’am. These people obviously don’t want your company.”
“Mind your own business, rent-a-cop. Go out and police the parking lot.”
Sandy’s sneer and attitude were over the top, like a spoiled brat, and I wondered if she’d been drinking or using drugs. The police officer put his hand on her arm to prevent her from attacking Tom again.
“Back away from him, ma’am. I think you need to go home.”
“I think you need to mind your own fucking business. I came to a party and I’m not leaving.”
The manager came out to the scene.
“Come on, Sandy,” he said. “I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
“I belong where that whore’s sitting. Tom’s mine.”
“You need to work out your problems somewhere else, Sandy. Don’t make a scene here.”
That’s when it all blew up. Tom had a Coke glass and Sandy slapped it out of his hand.
“LOOK AT ME, TOM!” she screamed.
In that instant the police stepped in, cuffing Sandy and leading her away as she screamed obscenities to Tom. Tom went to stand up and I grabbed his arm with all my strength.
“Don’t you move an inch!” I ordered quietly.
He glared at me but acquiesced. Anne Marie and Louisa sat by like supportive soldiers as everyone watched the police lead Sandy out of the Pizza Hut, a stream of obscenities and threats about Tom, the Pizza Hut, management, the university, etc., all to be sued for millions of dollars. She was totally out of control and I shuddered.
Tom was devastated as people began to settle down again from the scene. Where he had been jovial and charming he was now angry, sad, and withdrawn. I was never so glad to be with Anne Marie and Louisa as I was that night.
“You mustn’t let it get you down, Tom,” Anne Marie said softly. “A break up can be a nasty thing sometimes. Consider it a lesson learned. You’ve just had a marvelous achievement for the university football team and I refuse to let you end the night sad.”
“That’s right, honey,” Louisa added. “I think your ex just needs to go sleep it off. But you? You need to celebrate. Anne Marie, Tom wants to dance.”
“Put some dance music on,” Louisa called out.
Suddenly the place was rocking and Anne Marie forced Tom out onto the floor. Soon he was laughing at her girlish antics. Louisa looked at me very knowingly.
“You’re very good for him, Lucas.”
I nodded.
“I think Anne Marie and I would like to get to know him better.”
“I think you will,” I said softly.
She patted me on my arm.
“You know I’m always here for you if need me, don’t you?”
For some crazy, crazy reason I wanted to run away, leave it all behind me. I blamed Tom for putting me in this situation but most of all I blamed myself. What had I let happen to my quiet life of anonymity? Suddenly I was in an emotional turmoil and I think Louisa saw right through me.
We watched Tom and Anne Marie dance and hold court with the game revelers, the Friday night crowd for the next two hours. Louisa and I went along with it all, enjoying the atmosphere.
“You seem used to this, Lucas.”
“Oh, I’ve been going to tailgate parties since elementary school. And I’ve been doing team parties since I started here.”
“That’s right, you were the quarterback of your high school team, weren’t you?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“Must be bittersweet for you.”
“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t but don’t go feeling sorry for me. I’m content to sit on the sidelines and what’s more, I’ve had my chances that I didn’t take up.”
“Really?”
“I was offered a spot on the university swim team but I declined and I was offered a spot on the university tennis team but I turned that down too.”
“Why, if can ask?”
“The engineering, the mathematics. Being a double major in electrical engineering and applied mathematics is a lot of work and I wanted to have at least a little bit of free time for myself. Being on a sport team would have sucked the life out of me.”
“But you do miss it, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I miss it but I can live vicariously through others,” I laughed. “I sit in the stands, go to the parties, have fun, and people like Tom do the aching and all the endless drills.”
“How’s he coming with his tutoring?” she asked.
Warning bells went off.
“He’s doing fine. He’s a good student but engineering is not always a good field to be in when you’re active in sports.”
“Mmmmm, hmmmm.”
“I hate to break this up but dorm curfew is coming up in the next half hour. Unless the three of you are going to sleep on my living room floor we’d better get out of here.”
I whistled to Tom who knew exactly what I meant. Several others in the crowd knew my signal too from previous Friday nights and began to break it up. Tom and Anne Marie came over and sat down, laughing.
“That was such fun,” Anne Marie said in a little sing song voice.
“Maybe you ladies would like to do it again sometime with me and Lucas.”
Tom was not even subtle. Future dates would be double dates. Louisa and Anne Marie were quick to accept. We drove them back to their dorm and then walked them safely to the door.
“Okay, now it’s you, big boy. I need to get you to your dorm.”
He reached over and took my hand.
“Not tonight, Lucas. I want to sleep with you tonight.”
“Do you need to pick up some things from your dorm room?”
He grinned.
“Maybe you haven’t noticed it but I’ve kinda been moving in with you for the last few weeks, my home away from the dorm.”
I laughed.
“All the ‘forgotten’ things? The toothbrush, the electric razor, underwear, clothes, shoes, deodorant? I’m not blind, Tom, although I’ll admit it took me awhile to realize just how much you’d moved in, correction, LEFT, in my place.”
He burst out laughing.
“I’m not too subtle am I?” he teased, his blue eyes dancing with mirth.
“No, you’re not but then if I didn’t want you I could have packed it all up for you and had it ready for you on your next visits.”
“So we’re going home together tonight?”
“Yeah, buddy, we’re going home together tonight.”
“Good, baby, I need you to do that wonderful thing you do with your hands on my left calf and foot. I think I’ve got a little muscle strain.”
“You didn’t see the team doctor?”
“Oh yeah, he said just stay off it for a couple of days and get it massaged. Normally, if Coach Sanders wasn’t so pissed with me he’d have ordered me to physical therapy tomorrow morning in the athletic building. It’s okay, I rather have you do it anyway.”
“Coach Sanders needs to let the hell up. You’ve just won a game that’s been lost the last twelve years in a row. I think that gives you some credit that he’s just not going to be able to deny.”
“He’s a tough old bastard, Lucas. He thinks his word is law and that everybody lives to serve him.”
“In other words, a former quarterback,” I laughed.
“Fuck you, Lucas, are you trying to tell me something?” he grinned.
“It’s okay, baby, I really do live to serve you,” I said sarcastically.
He hit the back of my head playfully.
“Who serves who in this relationship? I’ll remind you of your answer in the future.”
“I’m sure you will.”
“Anyway, it’s more than me that’s got Sanders in an uproar. Lucas, he’s been so arrogant and stepping on so many toes for so long that he’s got a long line of pissed off people who want to see him fired. He’s a winning coach but it’s no longer enough to put up with all the shit that goes with him.”
“And now he’s older and the university is looking for younger men.”
“Maybe. Not maybe, probably. You just can’t treat people like shit every day and get away with it forever. I knew by my sophomore year that Sanders was on borrowed time. All of his assistant coaches, hell, EVERY university athletic coach hates his damn guts. Winning a game that’s been lost for twelve years will buy him some time but the president and administration are really bent out of shape this time.”
“You don’t sound too happy.”
“Better the enemy you know than one you don’t.”
“I’ll massage your leg tonight but tomorrow morning I’m taking you to the athletic building for a proper massage.”
“I told you the doc…”
“I know what you told me. We’re still going. There’ll be coaches and staff there, somebody’s always there.”
“Only if you go in and hold my hand,” he teased.
We’d arrived at my apartment.
“You walk okay.”
“Yeah, it’s just a slight strain that I feel when I walk. It’ll work itself out but better with some massaging.”
“I can do that.”
“And some loving care,” he grinned.
“I think I can manage that too.”
We went into the apartment and as Tom lay on the couch watching late night television I massaged his calf and foot. I’m pretty good at massages after all the years I’ve played sports and all the massages I’ve received. I could tell he’d be okay soon.
Finally he rolled over and I took his other shoe and sock off. We sat there with Tom’s bare feet in my lap watching an old black and white John Wayne western. It was good and although we both yawned from exhaustion we saw it though until the ending.
“That was good,” Tom sighed. “Now take me to bed so we can get some proper sleep. I want to snuggle with you. Thank God tomorrow’s Saturday.”
We brushed our teeth and stripped down to our underwear. We’d barely cut off the light and gotten under the covers before Tom was spooning into me, fast asleep. I held him to me, still burning with love for him but feeling angry and confused too.
I awoke to Tom crying out from a cramp in his leg. I quickly massaged it out and forced him to get dressed. We drove to the athletic center and I took him inside. An assistant took over and told me it would be at least three hours.
“Call me on your cell when you’re done and I’ll come pick you up, Tom.”
“You don’t want to stay?” he teased.
“I think I’ll pass” I laughed. “I’m going to the library to get some work done.”
I spent the next three hours working and thinking about my relationship with Tom, about why I was so angry with someone I loved. I didn’t have all the answers but I did come to a few main conclusions. I knew that one day soon I was going to have to confront Tom with those conclusions if we were going to survive together.
Some were just little things but others threatened to blow up. We’d fantasized about each other for over two years. Then love had grown out of blazing sex but I knew, as I suppose everyone discovers, that sex alone does not sustain a lasting love.
I’d made myself depressed by the time he called me and I was angry with him for my being depressed. I’m not a person given to depression. I’m a person who loves to have fun with others.
But more than anything, I was in love with him and I didn’t think I could survive without him. At last I knew the meaning of the songs about how love hurts. I was afraid to tell him my feelings, afraid to add my problems to those he already had with his ex.
I was so goddamned mad with him for creating an emotional whirlwind for me and yet I knew that I was equally at fault. Love can fucking suck out loud.
It was freezing cold and he was waiting in the lobby for me as I pulled up. I got out to help him walk to the truck if need be. A trainer was with him, someone I didn’t recognize.
“So when’s the amputation?” I joked.
“This is Bill Newman, Lucas, and he’s got the best hands on staff.”
“I’ll bet you say that to all the guys, Tom,” he laughed.
“He says I’ll survive, that I need to keep it wrapped and to use it enough to keep it from freezing up.”
“It’s nothing really serious. He woke up with a cramp because he’d let it set up. He needs to walk it off. I’d say by Tuesday he’ll be totally back to normal. I want him in here every day so we can massage it and take care of him but he’ll work a lot of it out in practice.”
“See I told you, it’s nothing.”
“Yeah, when you were yelling in pain this morning it didn’t sound like nothing.”
“He’ll be alright, Lucas. I understand you know quite a bit about massage.”
“I told him all about you, Lucas, about how you were a high school star, how you were injured…”
“Yeah, that was a tough break, dude, but it’s the nature of competitive sports. You seem to keep yourself in peak condition, though.”
“It’s the swimming and tennis,” I said.
“Keep it up, particularly the swimming. You can get a hell of a work out swimming without doing any injury to your body.”
“Do you want him back here tomorrow, Bill?” I asked.
“That depends on Tom. If he does what I’ve told him to do he should be okay but if he has any problems there’ll be a trainer here. There’re a couple of other guys in worse shape than him and they’re having to do the whole muscle tissue routine.”
“I think I’ll be okay, Bill. Now let’s get out of here, Lucas. I’m going to take you out to lunch today, somewhere nice.”
“He means a fast food joint of your choice,” Bill laughed. “I’ve been somewhere nice with him before.”
“Hey, at least I’ll let him pick.”
We ended up with take-out chili, burritos, and tacos and going back to my place. We joked around as we ate and then watched a movie we’d rented. We sat on the carpet in front of the couch. Tom had his back on the couch and I was in his arms, my back to his chest. Even with the heat on, it was cool and we were fully dressed, only our shoes were off.
We sat in silence watching the movie and occasionally Tom would kiss the back of my head or squeeze me in his arms. I felt so comfortable with him that I felt guilty about my earlier emotional breakdown. He loved me so much and it was apparent.
“You want to watch another movie, Tom? We got five so we can have a regular movie marathon.”
He didn’t say anything, just played with my hair with his face and squeezed my hands tight. I let it go until he finally spoke.
“I know I’m an asshole idiot, Lucas,” he said softly, “but something’s wrong. It’s not like it was before between us and I want to know what’s wrong. Did I do something?”
Obviously I’d been transmitting my angst through my body language.
“Later, Tom, I’m just having a bad day.”
“No, you can’t give me that time of the month stuff. If you’re having a bad day, then I’m having a bad day until you tell me what’s wrong.”
“I just hate how things went down last night at the Pizza Hut.”
“Look at me.”
He made me turn around so I faced him. I sat sideways with one of his legs around my hips and the other over my thighs. His eyes bored into me but I was afraid to look at him.
“I love you,” he said, “and somehow I’ve fucked something up. Do you love me?”
I nodded, afraid to speak.
“Have I hurt you somehow? What did I tell you about not telling me?”
I leaned into him, put my face in his neck. He held me close in his arms.
“I love it when you do that,” he whispered. “But it’s not going to get you off the hook. You’re going to have to talk to me. If we need to have a fight then we’ll have a fight, just no fists.”
I could feel him grinning. I didn’t know where to start.
“Okay, Lucas, out with it. Am I too messy for you? I know I’m shit at housekeeping. My mother was always yelling at me and two roommates have threatened to throw me out of the dorm.”
He was joking and it was a small thing but it was a start.
“Yeah, what’s up with that, Tom? Where you take it off is where it lays and you don’t even put the cap back on the toothpaste sometimes.”
“I’ll work on it, I promise. Are you breaking up with me because I’m a slob?”
“No.”
“Then what is it? Spit it out and if I need to leave then you’ll have to physically kick me out.”
I took a deep breath and like a fool I felt like I was going to cry. He knew it.
“So we ARE having our first big fight.”
He took my face in his hands and kissed my lips, my face.
“I love you too much to lose you, Lucas. After all this shit with Sandy and the coach and Professor Kitchens and Sandy’s father’s lawsuit, hell, I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“I know, I know, it’s why I don’t want to deal with it right now.”
“I do, do you hear me, I do, because you’re the most important thing in my life and I JUST. DON’T. THINK. YOU. BELIEVE. ME.”
“Tom, I do love you, I really do but even you have to admit it was fast. We fantasized about each other for over two years, smiled at each other and spoke in the hall. Then we had sex the first time a couple of months ago and it’s been like a comet blazing through the sky. But will you still love me six months from now?”
Tom pushed me away from him and stood up. He walked to the door and opened it.
“I, TOM BRADDOCK, LOVE LUCAS BLAKE AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT! I’M GOING TO MARRY HIM ONE DAY!”
I literally almost passed out from total shock. Okay, it was a Saturday and there was no one around but maybe someone heard him just out us. He closed the door, walked back over and sat down with me again, wrapping his legs around me as before. There were tears in his eyes and he was angry.
“Is that what you wanted, baby? I love you and I’m not going away. I don’t fucking care who knows it.”
“Oh, Tom, you didn’t have to do that,” I whispered.
I reached up to touch him and he ignored me.
“Yes I fucking did. You’re about to kick me out and I can’t stand to live without you. I’ve told you that before! So I’ll clean up and stop being a slob!”
I wanted to burst into tears. He really did love me and he didn’t care WHO knew it anymore.
We sat looking into each other’s eyes, his almost steely and probing.
“There’s more, isn’t there? Tell me.”
I hesitated.
“I said fucking tell me. I’ve just outed myself to the whole fucking world so you goddamn well are not going to hold back a goddamn motherfucking thing! SPIT. IT. THE. FUCK. OUT.LUCAS!”
He may have loved me but he was fucking angry with me.
“I’m an alpha man, Tom, and so are you. I’m not accustomed to taking a secondary role in any situation. It’s not your fault, I just subjugate myself to you a lot. I was a great athlete in school and sometimes I feel bad that it all ended for me.”
“A lot of that’s YOUR problem, not mine. I have NEVER expected you to subjugate yourself to me, never, and you know it. In fact, in case you’ve been too dense to pick up on it, Lucas, I’ve put you on a pedestal almost since I’ve known you. Or didn’t you even see that?”
Yep, we were having a fight.
“You’re right, it’s all on me and you’ve treated me like something special. I almost said like a queen,” I laughed nervously. “Can you bear with me until I can work out this alpha alpha stuff?”
“I might ask you the same question, darlin’. So what else is wrong with me?”
He choked it out in anger, no tears.
“I’m a nerd and you’re a football star…”
“You’re so full of shit, Lucas Blake. You’re the star of the engineering department AND the mathematics department. If you’re jealous of me because I’m the quarterback and you’re not I can’t help it. You’ll either get over it or I guess you’ll be kicking me out.”
“I’m just going to say it…”
“Oh, please do,” he said sarcastically. “I wouldn’t want you to leave anything out.”
“I resented Sandy…”
“Shut the hell up. You knew all along what was going on with her. So I may have handled it wrong. Take me out and put me in front of the motherfucking firing squad. I’m just a guy and not the most sensitive perfect one at that. You need to get over Sandy. I’m working on it.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t fucking apologize! We’re having a FIGHT! Get what you’ve got to say out of your gut.”
“What you just did, yelled at the door, pretty much negates the rest of my problems.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore. Tears spilled over and I was crying in front of him but he didn’t touch me.
“Why don’t you go ahead and get THOSE problems off your chest, the rest of them? I don’t want to hear about them later. Don’t be a pussy about it.”
I was crying but Tom was still angry and not giving me any sympathy.
“I’d worried about whether or not you’d ever want to acknowledge me, us, in public but at the same time I didn’t want to affect your career. It’s just that I couldn’t take it if you took on another girlfriend as cover.”
“Then why the fuck did you set me up with Anne Marie?” he spat out.
“I told you. They’re lesbians and they probably want you as cover as much as you want them.”
“Well, at some point I think I, no we, are going to have to have a little conversation with them because I’m not going to have the MAN I LOVE worrying about being two faced and using women. That’s what you’re really saying.”
I’d never seen him so angry. I thought he was going to hit me.
“Anything else on your chest, lover boy?”
“What about our parents and family? Are we ever going to tell them?”
“Do you want to call them right this instant? I’m ready to if you are.”
“No,” I whispered. “I just know…”
“…that they’re going to have to be told. I’m ready when you are.”
“You’ve been getting all this stuff off your chest. Can I get something off mine now?”
I nodded.
“I want all of this shit resolved by summer because I don’t intend to let you move away and leave me alone all summer long. It AIN’T gonna happen, do you hear me? I’m not going to spend three months away from you, three months when you might find another man.”
“Okay, I worried about that too,” I said. “We’ll work something out.”
“Yeah, we will. And I want to move in with you at some point in time. You may want to wait awhile after this fight. At least until you make up your mind about whether or not you want to kick me out for good.”
He resisted but I grabbed him and kissed him deep. He fought me but finally gave in and returned my kiss.
“I was never going to kick you out, Tom. Why would you even say such a cruel thing to me? I just wanted to clear the air. Remember, you told me to.”
“I did, I know I did.”
He buried his face in my shoulder and sobbed, as if his world was falling apart and I cried too, caught up in his tears. And I’m not a crier. I hate crying.
“I’m so glad you’re not kicking me out,” he cried into my shoulder. “I know you don’t love me as much as I love you but I promise I’m going to work on it. I’m going to win you over.”
“Don’t go feeling sorry for yourself, baby. I know how much I love you and I can’t imagine you could love me more.”
“Wanna bet?”
He sat up then and kissed my cheek. We sat together side by side.
“Can we watch another movie and calm down?” I asked.
“And after that, can we have make up sex?” he smiled through tears.
“I’m sorry if I upset you, baby, it hurts me more than you know. I never wanted to make you cry, Tom.”
“Don’t. And just so you know, I haven’t cried in front of anyone since I was eleven and broke my collar bone when I fell off my bike.”
“Right. Just pile on the guilt,” I grimaced.
“That’s right and don’t you forget it. I was afraid I was losing you, baby. I was afraid today was the day you were going to tell me we’re finished.”
“Now I’m afraid to fight with you, even to argue. I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“I’d rather a little hurt than a lot of pain if you let it build up and hate me. Anyway, remember there’s always make up sex,” he grinned.
“Yeah, you said that,” I laughed.
“I love it when you laugh, Lucas. I love every little thing you do.”
“You want to watch the movie later and fuck me now?”
He jumped up and grabbed my hand to pull me up.
“Before you change your mind,” he smiled.
God, I loved him.
We stripped slowly in the bedroom, taking each other’s clothes off. Then we sat next to each other on the bed, kissing, until he pushed me back on the bed and pulled me into his arms, entwining his legs with mine. My eyes burned into his, seeing passion, desire, lust, love.
He pressed his face into my neck and I felt his teeth nipping at my skin, felt his tongue licking me, and his lips sucking hard, putting marks on my flesh. I kissed his muscled shoulders and pulled my fingers through his hair. His lips traveled down my chest to my nipples. He suckled them as he rubbed his face in my chest hair.
My cock was so hard it was jerking and I could the pearls of precum popping out.
“Oh, my god, Tom,” I moaned, my hands toying with his hair.
“Mmmmmm,” he hummed.
He ran his hand over my body, teasing my penis briefly. He kissed down my torso, his tongue licking me as he dragged his face through my body hair. His eyes looked up at my mine, a mixture of passion and teasing, as if he knew what he was doing to me, knowing I was powerless and captivated by his lovemaking.
My entire body quaked with emotion and he pressed his hands against it, stilling me, his eyes searching mine, begging me to let him have his way with me. He licked my cock from balls to tip, sucking in my precum. He swirled his tongue around the head, slowly, his eyes amused at my torture. I groaned from deep within my body, totally lost in his touch.
He began to suck my cock, bobbing his head up and down, watching my face, and my entire body trembled and shook. He pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. I could hear the slurping sounds of his sucking and he pushed his body into mine to control my shaking. I watched his sexy ass move as it swayed in the air while he sucked me.
He was trying to take my cock all the way in, to deep throat me, but he couldn’t. His actions were pushing me toward ejaculation and I knew it was not far away.
“You’re going to make me cum, Tom,” I moaned.
“Mmmm, hmmm,” he hummed, his voice a deep vibrato.
His nose was buried in my thick pubic hair, burrowing in with hot breath as he continued to try to swallow my whole cock.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I yelped, grabbing his head in my hands, fucking his face.
Just as I was about to cum he pulled off my cock and suckled my balls. He wet them and then kissed downward to my hole. He licked and kissed, sucked and probed with his tongue, and rimmed my asshole until the sphincter relaxed. I looked down at his beautiful head as he made love to me.
He kissed down my thighs and legs to my feet while my body ached for him. His eyes were a bright blue mixture of lust and amusement at my unquenched desire. Then his body covered mine again and his kissed my lips, softly then deeply. He kissed my neck again, sucking as he left more love bites. Then he nibbled on my ear.
“I want to do it differently today, baby. I want you to be on top, let you subjugate me,” he laughed softly. “You control the fuck and then you shoot your cum all over me.”
He raised up and his eyes were dancing with amusement while my body burned with passion for him. He rolled over onto his back and grinned at me.
“At your service, my love.”
He shook his erect cock.
“Climb aboard, baby.”
I rolled over onto him and he placed his hands on my hips.
“Are you ready?” he breathed.
I felt his cock teasing my buttocks. I leaned forward, spreading my cheeks and he pushed his cock against my tight hole.
“It feels like heaven, baby,” he moaned. “Are you ready for me to fuck you? Correction, are you ready to fuck my cock?”
He was so beautiful, so handsome, an Adonis and I could not believe how lucky I was to have him in my bed, asking me to have sex with him.
He tweaked my nipples and looked at me through half closed eyes of passion.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
“Tell me again.”
“I want you to fuck my ass.”
He pushed his cock against my hole and I pushed back against him. We toyed with each other over and over again until I made one hard push and he was inside me.
“Oh god, fuck me, Tom. Please.”
He picked my hips up with his strong hands and then pushed me back onto his cock completely. I felt his cock fully within me, my groin resting on his pubic hair. I squeezed his cock hard like a vise and he moaned. His neck arched back and he began to babble ‘fuck me’ over and over again.
I could tell Tom was fighting pumping his cock into me, determined to let me do the work. I leaned forward and rested my hands on his chest, then began to move myself up and down his hard cock, slow at first, allowing both of us to adjust, and then faster. I pulled off until only his tip was left inside and then would slam his cock back into me fully. I could feel the hard veins and muscles of his cock as I fucked it, pushing it against my prostate.
Precum was pouring from my cock, trailing down into his pubes and onto his stomach. Tom’s body shuddered with excitement.
“You’re good, Lucas, so good. I won’t last much longer like this.”
“Fuck me, Tom, fuck me hard.”
Tom grabbed my waist in his muscular hands, his fingers pressing into me. I slammed down onto his cock and he pushed back.
“That’s right, Tom,” I panted. “Fuck your man, fuck me hard.”
I felt the room spinning around me as he began to shove into me, pound into me, with all of his power. My cock was a wild thing, flopping around between us, slinging precum over both of us.
Tom was moaning and fucking me harder and faster, each time his cock came out it went back in faster and deeper. My cock was swinging around like a weapon and I knew my orgasm was upon me.
“Fuck me, Tom, fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck me.”
Then he cried out and shoved his cock as deep as possible inside me and I felt it expand and tense. It was more than I could handle and suddenly my cock exploded cum from the tip, splattering in thick white ropes and pearls over him, each shot grasping his cock tighter in my hole. It was as if Tom had a seizure, his body tensed one last time and he forced his cock into me as deep as possible. I felt each blast as he filled the condom, watched as his body twitched.
His eyes were closed, his body relaxing as I sat on his crotch. My cock ached from the workout it had received. Tom made no effort to take his cock out of my ass.
“Holy shit,” he laughed softly. “I didn’t know a fuck could be that good.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I teased.
I leaned and rolled over next to him, letting his cock slip from my hole. I rubbed some of the cum on his chest and fed us the rest.
“How was it, baby? Did you feel in charge? Did you subjugate me enough?” he laughed softly.
“Shut up with that or I’ll have to spank you.”
“You promise? Subjugate, subjugate, subjugate, subjugate, subjugate, subjugate, subjugate, subjugate, subjugate, sub…”
I put my hand over his mouth as he burst out laughing.
“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” he asked softly.
“Better.”
“Good. I love you, Lucas. I hope you know that for sure now.”
“Yes, I love you, Tom.”
We slept for a couple of hours and then played around in the shower like children. Then we had a marathon movie watching session with plenty of take out. We’d had a big fight but we’d survived it and I loved him more than ever before.