Page 55 of Beautifully Conflicted

“I didn’t make a sound.”

“I can hear you pumping your dick. It makes a smacking noise every time your fist slaps your pelvis.”

“You’re the one who told me to hurry.”

“Hurry quieter.”

Between the risk of getting caught, which isn’t a turn on considering who might do the catching, and the awkward position I’m in, things aren’t moving along as well as I’d like. It still feels incredible to have my cock sliding through my fist—especially with an audience that may or may not be averting his eyes—it’s just not so incredible that I’ll reach the finish from this alone.

I need something else to take me over the edge, but I’ve only got one free hand, and I’m not going to coerce Bennet into helping me since that would be the opposite of subtle. I’m probably crossing that line as it is, though I’m hoping a solo session falls into a gray area.

“Are you about done? The last of the guys are finishing their run.”

“I’m going as fast as I can.” Forcing the words through my clenched teeth, the muscles in my forearm ripple as I pump.

Bennet spins to face me, cerulean eyes searing into mine. “If you don’t come right now, so help me. I will bend you over and work your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

Holy shit.I don’t know what’s gotten into Bennet to make him say that, but the image of him pounding into me does the trick, and I come all over the wall in front of me. But I don’t just come, I explode, so hard and fast my vision swims and my body sways in a euphoric haze that puts a sated smile on my face.

Or so I assume when Bennet whisper-shouts at me to stop grinning. “And put your dick away,” he scolds, though not before I catch him looking at it.

“Is the coast clear?” I ask as I tuck myself away and let my waistband settle back on my stomach.

“I don’t know, just… Let’s get you to the trainer.”

No sooner does Bennet get his arm around my waist again, Coach pokes his head around the corner, and I hop slightly closer to the wall in a lame attempt to hide what I left on it. Fortunately, Coach’s gaze seems fixed on Bennet rather than me.

“What are you two doing over here?”

“He had to piss,” Bennet blurts, jerking a thumb at me.

“The locker room is less than twenty feet away.”

“I said the same thing, but he wasn’t sure he could make it.” Bennet wraps an arm around my waist, ready to resume helping me walk.

“All this hopping on one foot made it really touch and go,” I add, unhelpfully if the pinch Bennet gives my side is any indication.

Coach shakes his head the way Bennet does when he’s trying to find his patience. It’s a look I know well, but since it usually means people are more annoyed than angry, I think we’re in the clear.

“You need to piss too, Bennet? Or can you two finally get his ass to the trainer?” Coach asks.

I have to bite back a laugh when I hear the word ass—apparently coming my brains out makes my juvenile humor even worse—but Bennet holds it together and mumbles something like an apology before guiding me to the door.

A few minutes later, I’m getting my ankle wrapped on the training table, still smiling.He watched me jerk off, and he didn’t run away. One step forward, zero back.

Bennet

The sun is barely up, but I’m wide awake. Have been most of the night, thinking about what happened at practice.

When Damien asked me to stand guard while he took care of business, I saw red, figuring this was another of his attempts to challenge my sexuality. To prove I’m not straight.

My first instinct was to push him away and get the fuck out of there before I saw something I couldn’t unsee. Not that I haven’t had a few glimpses of his cock by now, but I’ve never looked at length and have no plans to. Then he pointed out—correctly—that it’d be risky to take him into the building in hiscondition, so I found myself guiding him around the corner.

And to my absolute horror, that ended with me secretly ogling his long, thick cock, and I swear my mouth started to water. I froze, totally forgetting that I was supposed to keep watch, and when he wrapped his hand around it and started to pump, fast and hard…

I don’t know where the strength to look away came from, but thank God I found it, otherwise I’d have ended up just as hard as he was. That’s how sexy he looked, chasing his release with single-minded intensity.

Too bad looking away didn’t erase the memory of what I’d already seen, or the sounds of him beating off. I had to run through drills in my head to drown out the sound of slapping skin, which wasn’t foolproof, but did at least take the edge off enough for me to keep my own cock under control.

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