Page 19 of Choke Up

"The new bat boy is hot A-F," Antoni reads out loud, assessing my outfit again. "Well, that makes more sense."

"That's a little creepy," Tyrell says, just as Ivy exclaims, "That's hot."

Then they launch into a conversation about whether Johnny is coming off a little stalker-y, and if it's sexy if he is. Apparently, Ivy's description of Johnny being "a little creepy in a hot way" does not compute with Tyrell. He blames it on all the weird smut she reads, and then turns a concerned glare on me.

"How do you feel about it?" he asks.

"I've liked being anonymous," I answer honestly. "But I don't think I'm in any sort of danger, physically or otherwise. I feel like I know him," I say with a shrug.

They don’t know just how close Johnny and I have gotten. I’ve never told anyone about our anonymous hookup in the dark the night of the dorm party. They don't even know just how far past flirty our texts have grown, that we've been getting off most nights to pictures and videos of each other jerking ourselves. Just the other night, I defiled my art studio and used blue paint as lube to jerk myself off because it’s Johnny’s favorite color. It was hell to wash off, but I got some artsy photos out of it. Some cum may or may not have made it onto the canvas I was working on.

"Except you still have no idea who he is," Antoni chimes in. "Does that bother you?"

"Maybe it should, but it doesn't," I shrug.

"You have no idea who this guy is, and it sounds like he's watching you," Tyrell says, brows furrowed.

A shiver runs up my spine, and my face flushes. That he knows who I am and might be watching me is giving me the opposite sort of reaction than it should.

Sean laughs, covering it up with a fake cough, barking out “closet freak” between coughs. Everyone laughs, but it takes another twenty minutes of promising that I'll be careful and keep everyone updated if Johnny says or does anything weird before they will drop it.

It's not until they're all gone and I'm back in my room that I pull my phone back out and decide how to respond to Johnny's last message. If he was at the scrimmage, does that mean he's a baseball player? Or was he one of the people in the stands? The first intra-squad game wasn't closed to the public, but the players' families were the only people officially invited. Since many of the players are from out of state, there were only a few parents in the stands. It ended up mostly being girls who are dating team members, talking amongst themselves and not paying much attention to the game.

ELLISH: So. Tell me about this bat boy…

JOHNNY: I'm not sure I remember much more than his ass. Nearly lost my concentration every time he walked past.

ELLISH: *laughing emoji* I can see how that would be entertaining.

JOHNNY: All I could picture is what he was wearing underneath those tight little pants.

ELLISH: Briefs, probably.

I smirk as I give him a sarcastic, boring answer. But I underestimate how much Johnny likes my basic briefs.

JOHNNY: Mmm, yes. Tight enough that I can see the outline of that perfect little cock.

Maybe I should be embarrassed or even outraged at the way he refers to my cock as little, but either I'm a lot more secure in my masculinity than I think I am, or he's broken my brain. Because I have a very different reaction to his praise. Johnny calling me little or pretty is such a turn on, even in reference to my cock, that all the hairs on my body stand up at the amount of sheer arousal that flushes through me. Besides that, I'd imagine most people would be considered little when compared to him.

ELLISH: Like these?

Since Brad won’t be back from his fall break until tomorrow, I've had the room blessedly to myself, and I've taken advantage of it. Pushing the dark blue material of the baseball pants down my legs, I stand close to the mirror inside my wardrobe door and show him the black briefs I'm wearing underneath.

JOHNNY: What I wouldn't give to taste you again.

ELLISH: You know who I am now. We could meet again.

JOHNNY: …

The three little dots that tell me he's typing pop up and then disappear. I hurry to type another message before he can finish whatever thought he's trying to work out.

ELLISH: I won't peek, I promise.

JOHNNY: Wear the white ones tomorrow.

CHAPTER 6

GABE

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