Page 18 of Touchdown

My knee somehow collides with Luke’s elbow in our mad rush to get undressed first. We both yelp and then giggle, rubbing our joints while trying to get our clothes off at the same time.

We both tumble into our sleeping bags together, naked, but neither of us bothers to get under the covers. I’m already overheating as is and I guess Luke feels the same, because he kicks the part of the sleeping bag that’s covering his leg away.

“I want to be inside you,” I murmur, letting my hand ghost across Luke’s bare ass. Luke shivers, and I feel goosebumps under my fingers.

“Yes, please. Do you have a condom?”

“I think I have a box in my bag.”

I scramble around, looking for the lube, which has somehow gotten wedged under my toiletry bag. I know there is a box of condoms in my bag- they have been in there a while, but I’m sure they will still be there all happily sealed in their packets. I take one little silver packet out ready. I grab it the lube and slather my hand. “Then open your legs.”

Luke does so at once. I love how eager he is for me—just as eager as I am for him. Luke’s ass is looser than it was the first time, no doubt thanks to my fingering from last night. He groans and squirms as I slide a finger inside him. My cock twitches at the sound.

I want to take my time, but I know that I’m not going to last long if Luke keeps making noises like that. I carefully insert another finger and scissor them back and forth, stretching him open. Finally, I judge him ready enough for me.

“Are you sure, Luke?”

In answer, Luke scrambles around and gets onto his hands and knees, spreading his legs and presenting his ass to me.

It’s a nearly irresistible invitation. Nearly.

“Use your words, Luke. We’re not doing this unless I get a firm yes from you.”

“Yes, Cody! God, yes, please!”

That’s all the confirmation I need. I put the condom on my trembling cock and guide it into Luke’s ass. Luke quietly cries out as I sheath myself fully inside him. I pause, giving him a moment to adjust to the sensation.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. You can move. Please move, Cody.”

I doubt I would have survived much longer just staying still while inside Luke’s ass anyway. I start slowly, but Luke immediately begins snapping his hips back and forth against mine, encouraging me to go for it.

And I do go for it. “Yes, yes, yes,” Luke chants, and not all that softly either. I find I can’t bring myself to care right now. I’ll take all the smug looks in the world tomorrow if it just means Luke keeps falling apart under my touch.

I feel like my cock is about to explode, but I’m determined to make Luke come before letting go myself.

I reach forward, encircling his cock with my fingers and giving it three firm strokes.

That’s all it takes. Luke cries out and his ass tenses wildly around my cock as he comes into my hand in hot bursts. The pressure around my cock is too much for me and I come as well, emptying myself into Luke.

I don’t even know if I’ve made a noise or not; my entire being was focused on the intensity of the pleasure sweeping through me and I couldn’t care less about anything else. I suspect that means I came loudly, but I suppose I’ll have to read that off my teammates’ faces tomorrow. I can’t be bothered to feel self-conscious about it now.

I grab Luke’s hips and pull him sideways with me, so that we’re lying together on the sleeping bags, my softening cock gently slipping out of his ass.

I pull Luke closer to me. There’s a sticky mess in front of us where he came, and I knot the used condom to stop further sticky mess. It feels so good to hold him close like this. I’ve missed this kind of intimacy just as much as I’ve missed the sex.

As we start to cool off, I pull the sleeping bag over us, by which time Luke and I are already half-asleep. We drift off likethis and wake up the next morning still entwined in each other’s arms.

“Hurry up, Luke! Come on, Cody!”

“We’re trying!” I wheeze, struggling to talk through my bouts of laughter. This three-legged race is the most ridiculous thing Brandon has made us do yet, but I’ll be damned if I’m letting my team down.

I tighten my arm around Luke’s waist.

“On three. One, two, THREE! One, two, one, two, one, two, one, two…”

Once we get into a rhythm, we’re unstoppable. We fly over the finish line a clear few seconds ahead of the last pair of the other team, stumbling and falling to the ground as soon as we’re done, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that we won.

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