Page 54 of Beautifully Conflicted

“For getting me kicked out of practice again?” I’d brace for a round of insults if it weren’t from the trace of amusement in his voice.Is he making a joke?

“Uh, yeah.”

“It’s just conditioning.” He exhales deeply. “And honestly, it might be nice to have a few more days of rest. The flu kicked my ass.”

“Could you maybe not mention your ass?”

“I wasn’t talking about myass. It was a figure of speech.”

“Doesn’t change the fact it put an image in my head I can’t get rid of,” I say through gritted teeth.That’s still subtle, right? At the very least it’s polite.

“Of course it did.” I feel rather than see Bennet’s eye roll. “You’ve got such a one-track mind.”

“You’ve got your arm wrapped around my waist, your hand on my hip, and you mentioned your ass. Where’s my mind supposed to go?”

“Not where it’s at.”

“No shit, but here we are. That’s why I asked you not to talk about it.”

“I’m not. You’re the one who’s fixated on it. And do not make any sort of quip about your dick or I’ll leave you to get to the trainer on your own.”

“Fuck, now you’ve done it.”

“What?”

I point to the obvious tent between my legs, which I’m past the point of diffusing. “You said dick. It gets so hard around you, it’s literally painful to be trapped in my pants. And I can’t exactly go to the trainer like this, so… I won’t try anything; I just need to take care of it real quick.”

I wish I could say I’m messing with him, but unfortunately, I’m not. I sprouted a semi with all that rubbing next to each other as we hobbled back, and once we started talking about asses it went full-blown flagpole. That’s the effect he has on me, which I might have been able to conceal behind the right type of pants, but sweats aren’t it. Since I can’t visit the trainer in this condition, I’ll have to remedy it.

So much for trying to discreetly push his limits.

“You’re delusional. It’s like thirty degrees out and you want to whip it out to jerk off while I hold you up?”

Admittedly, I haven’t thought past the need to find relief, so he’s not wrong about how fucked up this is. I glance around us for options, spotting the corner of the building a few yards to our right.

“Just take us around the corner and keep watch.”

“Can’t you just count to ten or something?”

“Even if that worked, I’d end up with the same problem once you put your arm around me again. All you have to do is prop me against the wall and turn your back.”

Subtle may have left the building, but on the plus side, this development will give Bennet a little eye candy with no pressure to participate.Maybe that counts as subtle?

Bennet looks around to make sure none of the stragglers on the run, or the coaches, are looking in our direction. Then he guides us around the corner so we’re out of sight. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“You’re not doing anything. You’re standing guard.”

“We could’ve at least gone to the locker room. It’s warmerandI wouldn’t have to stand guard. I could just dump you in the showers.”

“Most of our teammates are in that building. You want to bump into any of them while I’m in this state?”

“Shit. Fine, just…hurry up.” Bennet helps me brace a forearm on the wall so I can rest my head on it while my other hand tugs my pants down enough to free my dick.

The absence of material on my overly sensitive flesh brings instant relief, for about two seconds. Then my cock twitches, urging me to get on with it. I take it in hand and start pumping as rapidly as I dare without chafing or losing my balance, groaning softly as the combination of pressure and friction bring gratification.

“Keep it down,” Bennet whispers harshly.

I look up just in time to see him turning his head away, giving me the distinct impression he may have been taking in the view. That’s an inspiring thought, one that my dick seems to like, and I have to press my lips together to contain another groan. I do, but Bennet hisses again, “I mean it, stay quiet.”

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