Page 46 of Unlovable Player

“I get that,” he says, scooting close enough for me to smell his aftershave. “Hey,” he puts a hand on my leg, lowering his voice. “Stop being such a good guy and get naked with me. I won’t let it fuck up the team.”

My cock twitches at the thought of being naked with someone again. That electric spark the second your bodies touch. I wanna feel that with Seb. He knows how to drive me crazy in a bad way, and I have a feeling he’ll do it in a good way too. And that’s what’s scary.

Before I can overthink it anymore, Seb kisses me, rubbing his hand up my thigh until he’s cupping my semi, massaging it, getting me hard.

I slip out of my jacket and kick off my shoes, watching Seb scoot back on the bed. Slipping his sweater off over his head to reveal a chest I’ve tried so hard not to look at for weeks in the locker room. I take my shirt off before climbing between his legs, brushing his lips with mine. Taking my time grazing his earlobe and jawline. Noting the little freckles on his neck. The mole on his chest.

I thought being with a guy would be completely different to being with a girl. Like I’d feel something different. But I don’t. There’s the same electricity when I press my bare chest against his, and when he kisses my neck and rubs my cock through my jeans.

It’s physically different, yeah. Especially when we slide out of our pants and grind against each other in our boxer briefs. Feeling another hard cock against mine while I do this is technically different, but the sensation’s the same.

I bury my hand in Seb’s hair, my face against his neck. His underwear is damp with pre-cum as we rut against each other, or maybe that’s mine? Seb’s heart pounds against my chest. His skin hot to the touch.

“If you don’t want me to come in my pants, we should take them off,” he says. His voice is heavy, I’ve never heard him sound like that before. I come up onto my knees and admire the way he looks right now. His hair messier than usual, cheeks flushed. Cock straining against his crisp white Calvin’s. I tug on the elastic and it springs free. A second’s panic when I realize he might be bigger than me. But it’s short-lived, because Seb’s reaching for my underwear, releasing me. Wrapping his hand around the shaft and stroking…oh fuck.

I lower myself down until our skin’s touching again. Seb lets go of my cock and I let it slide along his. Our leaking heads lubing the transaction. We groan together and I feel more naked than I’ve felt since losing my virginity.

Maybe Seb notices, because he asks, “is this weird?”

I shake my head. “Not weird.”

“Good.”

Our mouths find each other again and my toes curl as we grind, naked, tongues greedy, hands roaming skin.Fuck it feels good.

Seb slides his hand down my chest to my belly where my cock aches against it. He rubs his thumb over the head and I groan as I grind harder against him.

“Fuck Seb.”

I shower his face with clumsy kisses as I find his cock and mirror what he’s doing to me.

“Mmm.”

Teasing heads and rubbing pre-cum over slits turns into erratic hand jobs until I feel a shudder coursing through me and unload all over our hands and chests. I keep jerking Seb off, watching his eyes roll back in his head, the chords in his neck standing out as his warm cum spills over my knuckles.

I collapse on the pillow beside him, catching my breath.

He waits a few minutes before coming up on his elbow and asking me if it was alright.

I laugh. “Yeah.” I run the hand that isn’t covered in cum over my face.

Seb jumps up off the bed and disappears into another room. A second later I hear a shower running.

While he’s in the shower, I remind myself there’s no reason to freak out. I’ve known I wanted this for a while, maybe not with my arch fucking nemesis, but, now I’m here, it makes sense. I don’t have to think about what happens after. Not right now.

SEBASTIAN

Austin falls asleep after we order take-out, watch the game highlights (Boston lost to Philly 0-1, but Austin didn’t seem to care), play a littleNHL 25and go to bed like it’s a regular junior-high sleepover.

We don’t talk about the fact Austin just had his first sexual experience with a man, and I sure as fuck don’t gush about how incredible it was.

He’s wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants I like to sleep in and facing me in bed. Looking all innocent with those perpetual scowl - or is it stress? - lines smoothed out.

We have an early practise tomorrow ahead of our second game against UMass. And then what? Now he’s tried it, is he satisfied? Or does he want more? Was it as good for him as sex with his ex was? He was with her for years and he still seems to hold some sort of torch for her, so I can only imagine the sex was scorching. She was the only girl he was ever with and he didn’t immediately run out and get laid when they broke up. Maybe that says more about his personality than it does their sex life though -fucking boy scout.

The alarm wakesus both up at seven-thirty. I catch Austin’s confusion when he opens his eyes and realizes he doesn’t know where he is and look away before he remembers.

“Hey,” I hear behind me. His voice is sexily groggy, but I don’t let myself get used to it.

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