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“I’m the captain, they are my problem.”

I sling my arm over his shoulders and turn him in a circle to see the entire street. “They are grown-ass adults. You are not responsible for their lack of self-control.”

A group of his guys—Brendon, Jeremy, and Paul—run past us, capes flapping behind them, laughing and shoving each other.

Brendon grabs Jell-O shots, completely oblivious to the fact that Joey is glaring at him, and wanders back to the group.

“At least Paul is here to keep Brendon from dying but where is Preston?” My poor boy is already stressed out and the night is just starting.

Leaning my mouth toward his, I lower my voice so only he can hear me. “You seem a little tense. I happen to have a great way to relieve that.”

Joey glares at me next. “I can’t take my eyes off these chaos gremlins long enough for that.” He walks out from under my arm, his head constantly swiveling. I can’t help but sigh and follow after him.

A couple of my teammates stop me to talk, wanting to know when spring training starts and how much time they’ll have before summer camp. There’s a pang of sadness in my gut that I won’t be a part of it this year. I’m done. No more college football for me. Football has been such a big part of my life for so long that I almost feel lost without it. I should see if there are any peewee coaches that are needed. Teaching kids to play could be a lot of fun.

“What are you doing after graduation? You moving back home?” Allen, one of the freshmen, asks.

I shrug. “I dunno, man, maybe. That’s future Nick’s problem.”

“Uh, it’s almost current Nick’s problem.” His eyes get wide.

“Yeah, I’ll figure it out. Enjoy the party.” I pat him on the shoulder and walk away, only to realize I have no idea where Joey went. Shit.

Walking up the street, there’s music blasting from the houses, laughter, and vomiting everywhere. It’s amazing. So far, I haven’t seen any fights but I’m sure there’s been something. Cheering from a house across the road from where I am has me turning to see what is happening. On the grass is a big tub with water and something floating in it. A guy in a Superman costume is kneeling next to it, face drenched, and holding something up in the air.

Is that one of those stress balls shaped like a tit?

Obviously I have to know more, so I cut through the crowd to get a better look. Superman is none other that Jeremy Albrooke, one of the guys from the hockey team. He’s flushed with alcohol but looking damn proud of himself as he shoves the boob in his costume before bounding away. Amazing.

“I hear,” hot breath against my ear makes me jump, but a quick glance tells me it’s Joey and I relax, “you have a cure for tension.”

“I may know of something.”

“Teach me your ways, magic man.” Joey steps around me and without looking back, he takes off. With a smirk on my face, I follow him at a leisurely pace. Maybe there’s hope for us, after all.

He disappears into the shadows between two houses. The second I’m in the dark, hands are on me, and his mouth is ravaging mine. I groan into his kiss, my body pressed against him while he drags his fingers across my skin. He’s on edge and ready to snap.

Without breaking contact with his lips, I open his pants and slide my hand against his throbbing cock.

Joey thrusts against me and digs his fingers into my flesh, probably leaving bruises.

“Please make me come. I need to come,” he begs through panting breaths.

With a sure grip, I stroke him hard and fast. Joey bends forward, mouth open in a silent moan, before he’s able to gasp in air. I love the way he clings to me, the way he responds to me. “Are you going to come? Out here in the open where someone can walk by and see what a needy slut you are?”

He shudders and thrusts into my grip. It's so fucking hot when arousal has him in its grasp and he’s unable to keep still. His back bows again and every breath that leaves his mouth has a moan accompanying it. Quickly dropping to my knees, I bring the head of his dick into my mouth and suck. The sound he lets out can only be described as a sob and he fills my mouth with warm, salty cum. The explosion of his taste on my tongue makes me moan, which makes him shiver.

I stroke and suck him through his orgasm, achingly hard myself, and lick him clean when he’s done. He’s weak against the wall, flushed even in the dim lighting of the dark, and breathing too hard.

“You’re beautiful like this,” I cup his face and brush my thumb over his cheek. Joey’s smile is shy and I chuckle. “Men are beautiful too.”

“I know that,” he huffs but reaches for my jeans. “Let me? I want to taste you.”

“When you ask so nicely…” I lean my palms on the wall on either side of his head and move my feet back to give him enough room to kneel. “Make it fast, we’ve been back here a minute.”

Joey doesn’t need any more instruction. In the next instant, his hand is wrapped around me and his mouth is working my head. He finds a rhythm quickly and I thrust into his mouth.

“Eyes on me.” I can’t see him perfectly, even with my eyes adjusted to the dark, but it's enough. He groans when I speed up my hips and I feel it through my whole body. Without much thought, I let my body take over, taking my pleasure from him and chasing the orgasm I desperately want.

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