Page 48 of Bend Him, Break Him
And like most things the pair did in public, when all was said and done, they’d make their way to the locker room and find the last shower stall. Sometimes, they’d linger for a few minutes until it cleared out a bit, but often, someone would be blasting music while they cleaned up. If not, Isaac would turn on heavy metal and rage fuck Colton while they washed up.
Beneath the music, Colton only ever heard his own muffled groans, Isaac’s aggressive grunts, the slap of wet skin, and the squeak of their shower shoes. Getting fucked against a tile wall always seemed so much hotter in Colton’s mind, and for Isaac, it must’ve been something exciting. He always ravished Colton a bit more assertively in the showers, slamming into Colton with no reservations and running his soapy hands up and down Colton’s tired muscles. But Colton found it exhausting to standhunched over, spreading his cheeks as he was railed against the wall, all while stifling his voice until Isaac got off.
Colton only climaxed about half the time in the showers, but he didn’t push to finish either, usually telling Isaac he had so they could hurry up and actually clean off. Isaac was a stickler about bringing Colton off, either with a brutal fuck or a gentle hand tug. Sometimes when Isaac would lube up his hand and stroke Colton to completion, he’d close his eyes and envision all the times Isaac had blown him. He missed Isaac’s mouth, missed the devotion he spent sucking Colton off, but he’d learned to take pleasure in this new dynamic, finding the role of serving Isaac mostly intoxicating. Even if his dick still throbbed with an ache for dominance, still craved to ram its way into a tight hole and fuck and fuck until Colton had been fully pleased. That wouldn’t happen between him and Isaac, though, so Colton put it out of his thoughts, rarely entertaining the fantasy.
“Still coming to game night?” Isaac had asked as he changed beside Colton in the empty locker room. It was the only reason he spoke. If even one person was in there—someone either knew or not—Isaac would be on the opposite side getting dressed.
“Yeah,” Colton answered, knowing this was not one of the GSA game nights that he kind of enjoyed. They played ridiculous board games while making terrible cocktails, but it always turned into a silly event that Colton enjoyed much more than the noisy frat parties he’d grown tired of attending.
When Colton got to his apartment, he rushed to get ready.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Tim intercepted Colton before he reached his room. “Where ya heading, dude?”
“Out.” Colton shrugged and half-smiled.
“Care if I tag along?”
“Uh, um, I’m sort of a guest of a guest.” Colton’s smile twisted into a frown. “I can text ‘em about it. Not sure the situation.”
“I fucking knew it.” Tim slapped Colton’s back and laughed. “Who are you banging?”
“What?” Colton croaked.
Devon rustled in the kitchen, clearly curious by Tim’s comment and probably ready to report back to Leon with any findings. Fuck, how Colton hated that friendship. If it were just Tim, then maybe he could share the information. No. No, he really couldn’t. Isaac and Colton agreed on discretion. That meant he couldn’t even tell Tim. Even if he believed his friend, his roommate, his teammate could and would keep the secret.
“It’s not like that.”
“Oh, then it’s definitely like that.” Tim grinded against the air. “Just tell me it’s DL because of commitment issues and not their relationship status.”
Colton quirked a brow.
“Don’t fuck a bitch with a boyfriend. Or with a girlfriend.” Tim winked. “It never ends well, and then suddenly, you’re the asshole for breaking up a couple. Like, I can’t help it if I lay down better pipe.”
Tim didn’t ask if Colton was bedding a guy or a girl or anyone else, but he didn’t make any assumption either way. And Colton knew that Tim truly didn’t care.
“Maybe your pipe doesn’t matter,” Devon said sharply. “Maybe you just don’t fuck someone in a relationship.”
“You’re still salty over Trish?” Tim tsked. “Probably cause you’re busy licking Brandon’s nuts. You can tell him the same thing I did—I didn’t know they were together until we were already a thing.”
“Yet you kept going,” Devon hissed.
Tim turned his attention to Devon, and the two unpacked the entire argument from last year’s drama. The biggest flaw and strength about Devon came from his conviction to take sides. Last year, he didn’t care about Tim hooking up with some random girl dating a wrestler. But when he suddenly became friends with the guy—after his bestie, Leon, introduced them—Devon became devoted to judging Tim at every turn. Colton mostly hoped that Devon would move out when the year ended and just become a full-time cuck for Leon since he pretty much worshipped the prick already.
Since Devon had his lecturing face on and Tim responded to every comment with lewd quips about his dick, Colton took the opportunity to slip away unnoticed and head out without further discussion on who he may or may not be spending all his time with lately.
Colton got dressed up—like he usually did, looking his best, smelling his best, prepping his best—but he didn’t expect sex. If Isaac intended on fucking him, he would’ve said so before inviting Colton. It was something the jock learned early on in their arrangement, never assume something from Isaac because if you pivot left, he’d just weave right.
Still, when he arrived at Isaac’s and found him in his office chair with a headset on for a game that didn’t even have multi-player add-ons, he was perplexed.
“Where’s the other controller?” Colton plopped onto the bed, studying the dresser used as an entertainment center for the television and console.
“Gaming night is less a reward and more a punishment.” Isaac waved a single controller.
“Punishment? For what?”
“For being a naughty boy.”
Colton chuckled, laughing harder until Isaac’s glare didn’t relent.
