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Fingering. Rimming. Fucking… and let’s not forget his impressive blow-job skills. He swears he’s not been influenced by porn.
The guy loves giving as much as receiving. Granted, I haven’t caved to his request to bottom. I want to ensure that I’m in the right mood to worship every inch of him. When the time comes, in Austin maybe?
After we had sex that first night, he offered to return the favor, which I politely declined, drifting into a peaceful sleep for a change. His constant pleas have received the same response. I don’t think he’s ready. I know I’m not. Elliot’s fervor to learn blinds him to what it implies for us. Maybe he’s right, I might be overthinking this. What can I say? I strongly believe that it’d change the dynamics we’re building as lovers. They have to be strengthened first. I like what we have. Exploring with him is definitely entertaining.
He claims that trying every possible gay thing in the book will help him become a better gay man. I understand his thirst for knowledge and respect his boundaries, like when I mentioned a couple of kinks, and he scrunched his nose. Then, he confirmed that he might be more vanilla than he originally thought. I laughed at that. To each their own, right?
One step at a time is the way to go, I remind myself. However, that’s not how we’ve been rolling lately.
Part of me is wary. What am I to him? I’m not sure what I was when we started this. Certainly, not commitment, and not for him to voice such a well-thought-out plan. I’m amazed athow his mind works. Must be why he’s so talented on the field, thinking several steps ahead.
Could we give this a shot? Give us a shot? For real?
One issue lingers, though. Whether Elliot wants to acknowledge it or not, my friendship with Tim is also on the line here. If Tim learns that I’m sleeping with his brother, he might believe I’m taking advantage of Elliot. Will he be able to grasp that I’m genuinely attracted to Elliot. So…
What now?
CHAPTER 15
CLAP YOUR HANDS
Elliot
One year later - Junior Year
“Earth to Elliot…”Chris’s hand waving in front of my face paired with his alarmed voice snap me out of my reverie. “Hey! You zoned out again, man! What the fuck’s wrong with you?” He’s fast to snatch my dark green beanie.
It’s a good thing that the late January weather has been relatively mild or I would have smacked his preppy face. It’s scary how easily my teammate, my roommate, and my best friend detects tiny details that no one else notices. I probably should be more careful around him if I want to keep my secrets safe. Nah, seriously, I would trust this guy with my life… Well, almost every part of my life since a certain hot ginger man with a perfected American accent remains in an alternate slice of my equally hot life.
“I would say I’m boring you, but there’s a sparkle in your eyes that appears every once in a while.” Teasing, he shakes his head in disbelief, stuffing said beanie into his hoodie pocket.
Busted!
Blinking a few times to get my bearings, I feign innocence and roll my eyes at him.
“Look, I’d hate to interrupt your train of thought, but we’re here for a reason, remember?” Chris raises his voice, berating me loud enough for others to hear. Subtly, he leans closer and whispers, “I wouldn't dare interpret the look on your face, but… is there a special someone you wanna tell me about?” His tone is so earnest.
The guy’s been nagging me for details about my personal life, or relationship status to be precise; he couldn’t care less about anything else… Well, he did inquire about my life in France, which he’s never visited.
Football, plus what it entails like working out and Coach’s strategy sessions, doesn’t leave much room to party, and that’s fine by me. I don’t need any distractions. But Chris apparently believes that I can’t live like a monk, and he has to play matchmaker. So, whenever he hooks up with a hot babe, he feels compelled to introduce me to her sidekick, then I’m left playing a role I despise until I bail. I’m not into girls. Period. I’ll never pretend otherwise, especially when I’m lucky enough to have found my dream boyfriend.
I flip him the bird. “Fuck you!” I add in a playful tone as we settle into our seats.
“You wish, pretty boy.” Chris blows me an air kiss, squirming in his seat.
“It’s none of your goddamn business anyway.” Whenever the topic comes up, I overplay it. Harsh words. Amused tone. Closed subject. These are key to making him drop the issue. Lockerroom banter gets way worse, and I make a point of playing along, although it makes my roommate uneasy; I find his embarrassment cute. Yes, thick skin is a prerequisite, especially in my case. In turn, his hood falls down to reveal his dark hair. He offers me a goofy grin, and I finally register the roars of the fellow fans. The players start warming up on the field. The energy is insane.
Oak Hill. Southwest of downtown Austin. The new ATEX stadium.
The Troopers’ home. A Troopers game. My Troopers dream.
Our entire team is scattered in the 100 level, thanks to Coach Stevens’s magic. He managed to unearth Sunday afternoon tickets as a consolation prize for not making it to the championship. That way, it doesn’t interfere with our tight football schedule and busy academic program. The strategic man surely hopes that witnessing greatness in real life will trigger what’s been missing in our team. Unless a couple of players move to the other side of the country, I doubt that’ll happen.
That said, I’m grateful for this opportunity. Watching the Troopers play live has been on my bucket list for years… However, I’m incapable of staying focused. Chris is right:What the fuck’s wrong with me?
Nothing should be wrong because life is good; I have everything I’ve ever wanted. An honorable football season, despite a lingering lack of team spirit, because of our talented quarterback, Davis. A great GPA, thanks to hard work and Rupert’s tutoring in a couple of my classes where I struggled. A healthy sex life, courtesy of the chemistry my boyfriend and I have.
Actually, strike that. I have everything I’ve ever wanted… minus playing in and winning the Playoff National Championship and getting Rupert to top, that is.
