Page 6 of Unforgivable

“Woah! You alright, bro? What the hell happened with Coach?” Griffin appeared in the doorway of his room. He looked confused and even a little nervous at my outburst.

“I got fucking blindsided by a discount Tom Holland and now I'm on probation! Also Kenji is taking my place as captain as if the whole thing weren't insulting enough!” I thundered.

“The fuck do you mean probation??” Griffin asked outraged.

I went through the entire conversation I had with Coach and filled him in on all the events of the party. Every infuriating second of it except for the original reason behind my sour mood that night. Recounting the whole thing had my temper pulsing dangerously, but I reined it in as much as possible. I had to be clearheaded to find a way to deal with this. There was no fucking chance I was taking this lying down.

Griffin in his trademark manner got just as heated as I did when I got to the punishment Coach slapped me with. “Dude, this is bullshit! You barely touched that loser, and how is he gonna go complain when he didn't even see you mess with that chick after he left? I swear, that shit stain better hope I don't find him or he'llreallyhave something to complain about,” he huffed indignantly.

Oddly enough, Griff's surge in anger made it easier for me to calm back down. It was like he was a caddie for the boiling rage and fear that had swallowed me whole all day, holding it for me and allowing me just a moment of peace without it. “I just need to get my head on straight and come up with a plan,” I said slowly. I slumped on the couch and closed my eyes. My anxiety was on overdrive as the worst case scenario played on repeat in my brain.

I couldn't get kicked off the Lacrosse team. I wouldn't survive it. There were only two things in the entire world I gave a damn about: my mom and Lacrosse. Unfuckingfortunately, Lacrosse was the only one left. Without it, I could kiss my athletic scholarship goodbye, as well as any hope of graduating UT.

All my mom wanted for me was to graduate and see my dreamsbecome a reality. From the moment she signed me up for the rec center league when I was seven, it was like the pieces clicked into place for me. It took months for her to pry that stick out of my hand, and even then I snuck it back into my room at night just to have it close by. I slept in my team jersey several nights a week when I was excited about an upcoming game. I even had a lucky Lacrosse ball that stayed with me pretty much everywhere I went. Like Wilson the volleyball, but without the bloody handprint face.

Yeah, I was one of those weird kids and you can shove your judgment. I regret nothing.

Mom and I used to talk about college and what it'd be like for me. When I told her I wanted to either play professionally or coach a university team, she didn't hesitate to throw her weight behind the idea even though I was just a kid making crazy plans. She always told me her best experiences happened when she herself was at UT. Of course, that was before she got pregnant with me and I threw a pretty big kink in her plan. But she never once made me feel like I was a mistake. According to her, I was everything.

We were each other's everything.

But that was then.

Now, I was in deep shit if my scholarship was in jeopardy. I hadn't qualified for enough financial aid to cover all my tuition and expenses, and the $1,000 a month payment I got from mom's minimal life insurance policy was barely good enough for rent and food. Loans were the absolute last resort because really, who wanted to be in debt and paying it off until they were fucking six feet under?

When I had gotten the offer for my athletic scholarship, I remember feeling that my mom had a hand in it. Like she was watching over me and helping me in some way from Heaven or wherever amazing people like her ended up. It was an answered prayer to get me out of the hellhole I had been in. I would never go back there. I'd be homeless before that happened.

“Coach did say that the complaint could be withdrawn,” I mentioned absently, mind spinning with possibilities of how to get out of this goddamn mess.

“What if we just find this freak and force him into taking it back? You know, take a few of the guys and scare the shit out of him until he calls Coach for you?” Griff offered, albeit unhelpfully.

That wouldn't work like he thought it would. This guy wasn't weak,wasn't as fragile as he seemed. He had hidden claws that came out when provoked, and I had severely underestimated him from our singular interaction. I wouldn't make that mistake again.

“No. We need to play this smart. I tried to scare him that night and it backfired,” I said carefully.

“What are you thinking?” Griffin folded his arms across his chest, sending me a curious look.

“I need to do this differently. Force my way into his world and make him question things. I want him off balance and vulnerable. I want to fuck with his mind so he never sees what's coming next. I want him to be so sick of me drilling into his head and his life that he personally begs Coach to reinstate me. Before I'm done, I will ruin him for the trouble he caused. I want to break him,” I said venomously.

“Damn. That shit is cold, Hawk,” Griff replied, but a wide smirk crept over his face. “You know, it's kind of hot when you're all vengeful and pissed off.”

His words had my eyes sliding up to meet his. The heated look I found there told me everything I needed to know, and right now I was perilously close to giving in.

“I think I have an idea of how you can…redirect that negative energy of yours,” he coaxed, dropping to his knees in front of me. I watched through hooded eyes as he deftly untied the waistband of my sweats and pulled my half-hard dick out of my boxers.

Griffin eyed it like it was his favorite meal and he'd been starving for it. The first time he kissed me we were trashed coming back from a team party following a major win freshman year. He caught me off guard as we stumbled through our door, and suddenly he was on me. In two minutes, he was sucking my cock down as I worked to wrap my mind around what was happening, but it was good enough to have me coming back for more. And more and more.

We continued it every few months when one of us was bored or Griffin was feeling especially frisky. I wasn't really into him, but it was hella convenient.

“Griff, that's not a good idea. I'm fucking pissed and I don't want to hurt you,” I warned him, and yet my erection only seemed to grow in his hand that was slowing pumping me to life.

“Use me then, Hawk. Fuck my throat and let it out,” he rasped. Before I could blink, he tongued my slit and sucked the head of mycock into his mouth. I threw my head back and focused on the wet heat that engulfed me as he slowly swallowed me to the back of his throat.

I gripped his hair and unleashed on him. My hips plowed forward until I heard the telltale gag, and then I kept going. My eyes stayed tightly closed as I fucked his mouth as flashes of angry violet eyes filled my mind. I imagined holding that twink's hair roughly as I drove my cock into his mouth, tears and snot covering that innocent face of his.

Thinking of all the ways I'd make him beg and cry, the monster in me woke up and smiled, ready to come out and play.

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