Page 44 of Changing the Play

“Do you think you’ll last longer than me?”

I do my level best to glare at him, but my hips take on a mind of their own and I shudder as I thrust into his tight fist. I think I’d probably kill and die to be inside him, thrusting into his body instead of his hand. Even if a hand job doesn’t freak him out, knowing how badly I want to lay him out and work myself inside of him would, so I keep that to myself. I shudder, my body going a bit numb with pleasure, but I can’t let him think he’s won. “I already have.”

He seems to take that as a personal attack, tightening his grip on my cock, and stroking me with firm pulls that have my eyes rolling back and my toes curling in seconds. Not me getting the best hand job of my life from a straight boy.

My entire body jerks as my orgasm rushes to the surface, my body almost convulsing as I arch toward him and gasp. My cock throbs heavily in his hand and I’m gone, covering his shirt and his fist in my cum. “Oh. Oh fuck. Oh holyfuck.”

I shake my way through my release, my mind a little fuzzy around the edges, until I can’t hold my weight anymore, and I collapse against him. Fingers tangle in my hair and his thumb swipes lazily over the head of my cock, making me shudder and twitch with overstimulation. Finally, he stops and I’m able to catch my breath.

“You said fuck,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my temple. “I’m the winner. You might have made me come first, but I made you cuss.”

I don’t even know what to say to that because yeah, he kind of did, didn’t he? “Shut up,” I mumble.

“Nah. I can’t believe it. Darcy Sinclair, cursing like a sailor over a hand job. I never thought I’d see the day. Ibrokeyou.”

My cheeks burn, and I sit up, glaring at him. “West. I swear to God—”

“What are you going to do?” he interjects, a massive grin on his face. “Cuss at me again?”

I can’t even keep up the facade. I laugh, deciding to let him have this one. If that’s what he’s capable of, I have a feeling it won’t be the last time he has me cussing. Provided he doesn’t freak out and realize what he’s done and make me leave, of course.

I let myself fall forward, hiding my face against his throat. If he’s going to freak out, now would be the best time, truthfully. Before I get any more comfortable, and my feelings get any deeper.

He sighs, content and happy. “You looked so damn good in my jersey, Darcy. Like you were mine. I could barely concentrate.”

My stomach does a little happy flutter. So maybe we won’t get a freak out after all. “Is that why you kept getting sacked?”

West tenses. “No. That was Marcus.”

I wait to see if he’s going to say anything. And when he doesn’t, I sigh. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I did warn you that people would be like that. It was what I worried about the whole time. It’s why I was hesitant about going out with you in public.”

He’s quiet for a long time, but then his hands are exploring my back and sides in lazy strokes, and I really can’t help but melt into him. My heart is never going to survive this. I know it’s been said, but ugh. “Are you worried about me, Darcy? Or you?”

“What do you mean?”

West’s thumb brushes the side of my neck, making me shiver against him. “Are you worried about it for my sake or yours? Because I know I’ve said it before, and maybe you need to hear it again, but I don’t care what people think about me. If this is you being worried about my image or what people think or hateful comments I might get, then you should probably not. Because I don’t care. And if you’re worried for you. Well…” He pauses, letting out a sigh that seems to come from his very soul. “Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you kissed me in front of everyone in the hall today.”

The words hang heavy between us as my stomach drops. I pull out from my hiding spot. “I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I—”

West surges forward, cutting me off with a hand cupping my jaw and his lips pressed to mine. Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, chuckling softly. “For someone so smart, you’re pretty damn dumb sometimes, Darce.”

That’s twice today someone has said that to me. I’m about to get offended about it. But also… “You called me Darce.”

“That’s what you take from all that?” West laughs, shaking his head. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. But also, be real with me, okay? I know you told me you’re gay. But Ben ripped my ass and told me that people don’t just go around blurting out their sexuality to everyone. So, is that the case with you? Do you not tell people? Is that why you’re so weird about this? You don’t want people to know?”

I almost laugh. But he’s being so sincere and he’s so worried. So instead of laughing, I force myself to stay calm and answer his question. “Nah, West. I’ve been out since I was thirteen. I’m not at all ashamed about my sexuality.”

He smiles. “Okay, great. So again, why are you being so weirdabout it? Is it me?”

Okay. This time I can’t help it, I chuckle. “Where’s that ego you’re usually carrying around?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” West asks, his brows drawing together.

I sigh. I guess I’m going to have to lay it all out for him. “Here’s the thing, West. I like you.” His eyes widen in surprise, which is slightly adorable. I mean, did the kissing and the getting off together not already clue him in to that? “But today, I wore your jersey to a game. We hadn’t kissed. No one really even knows we’re friends. And you got targeted because of it. There are people like that guy on your team all over. I’m used to it. I’ve learned to navigate it. But you aren’t and you haven’t. I’d like to say it’ll never happen again.” I stop with a shrug. “But I just can’t. And it’s a lot. Even for someone comfortable in their sexuality like I am. And I’m luckier than most. I’m pretty straight-passing. You said yourself I don’t ‘look gay’. You should see the crap people lob at Parker.”

West’s eyes turn murderous. “People are mean to Parker?”

I nod. “All the time. So, that’s it. That’s why I’m weird about it. It’s coming from a place of concern. For you.”

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