Page 56 of Bend Him, Break Him
“Kidding, dude.” Colton raised his hands in surrender.
Seemed there were still some things Colton concerned himself over. It was one thing to be openly bi but to admit to being a total bottom with a massive liking for a big dicked goth who railed him without mercy? That was another story altogether.
“But please, start the rumors.” Colton shoulder-tapped Leon, feeding into his lack of concern for astute speculation—always the best way to diffuse gossip. “If the cleat chasers hear I’m off-market, maybe they’ll stop stalking my every move like some fellas.”
Colton winked at Leon, making the rival pitcher’s face burn red, before he wandered off toward the sorority girls who’d found their way out back behind the stands. Cleat chasers were some variation of jock junkie fangirls that specialized in lockingdown a solid baseball boyfriend. Isaac had read that in his meticulous research for the sporting event.
They eagerly huddled around Colton, chatting him up for the rest of the break. One even boldly wrote her number on his forearm. That was something Isaac could live with, but when she proceeded to smack her lips and kiss Colton’s forearm, Isaac nearly exploded. Her vibrant red lip imprint popped even from this distance, and Isaac fumed.
Colton must’ve promised her something ridiculous, like thinking of her with his next pitch, because he feigned throwing a ball and then flexed his biceps, awaiting the hungry flirt’s squeal of approval.
Isaac despised blatant and overt flirting, and he hated it even more when the person lusted after Colton. His pitcher.
Thankfully, the break ended, and the game resumed. Colton played even stronger since returning to the field, garnering a louder roar of support from the sorority girls. When the game finally came to an end, Isaac ignored the GSA members, who slowly disbanded and headed out with the crowd. Instead, he lingered around the clearing stands much like Colton did, even as his team headed for the lockers. Colton signed some stuff, chatted with fans, and took his time before making his way to the locker room.
They hadn’t discussed it on this occasion, but Isaac had seen this technique from Colton during practices at the very least. He’d take his time, finish last, and make sure to hang out in the locker room long enough for Isaac to sneak inside and join him.
Only when Isaac managed to slip in, he didn’t find a shower-fresh and half-dressed Colton like he normally did. Well, normal being the two practices he’d snuck in for. No, this time, Coltonremained in the showers, the low grunt of his voice an echoing trail in this empty open space.
Isaac wandered to the showers where he found Colton stroking his cock, feral expression, and eyes entranced on the number he got, on the set of pink puckered lips printed on his hands from an audacious kiss.
“Fantasizing about your little girlfriend?”
“Fuck, man.” Colton jumped, nearly slipping in the process. Then he laughed, taking in Isaac, who could clearly see his massive boner. “Yeah, what can I say? She’s a hottie. And she’d actually go steady with me. Do people say steady anymore?”
Colton chuckled at his own terrible humor, but Isaac furrowed his brow, practically snarling in the process.
“Are you not content with our arrangement?”
“What? No. I mean, yes. No, I don’t have a problem with it—which you didn’t ask, hence me correcting myself,” Colton rambled nervously, so nervous his erection lessened. “Yes, I’m fine with our arrangement. Why would you ask? ‘Cause of the flirting? It’s part of the gig. The jerking off? It was half and half. Not that I jerk off to plowing you. But you didn’t ask that part either. Damn. Where is this coming from?”
And with that last anxious question, the rest of Colton’s dick had turtled up inside him as he awaited Isaac’s answers.
Isaac didn’t know where to begin and didn’t have the energy to respond to all of Colton’s random worries. He’d snuck in here for a fun fuck and now found himself questioning his involvement with Colton.
“Come here.”
Colton walked from the shower and toward Isaac, who wrapped a towel around the jock.
“I think we’re gonna have to review our arrangement and discuss the dos and don’ts once again.” Isaac gave a wicked smirk. “Someone’s been a bit naughty, breaking the rules, and I might need to give him a reminder of how to behave.”
“Broke the rules?” Colton tsked. “How so?”
“Stop by my dorm later, and I’ll tell you.” Isaac stared with wide eyes. “I’ll also punish you, if you’re able to handle it.”
Colton’s expression turned curious. It wasn’t like he acted bratty often, but occasionally, he tried to provoke Isaac into disciplining him. There was something so satisfying about it for both men. Isaac would lean into that discipline tonight.
He’d use it to finally express himself, figure out these knotted feelings strangling him from the inside because he feared he couldn’t continue casually fucking Colton without putting some type of label on it. Even if that label was only for the two of them to see.
Chapter Nineteen
Coltonwasted no time arriving at Isaac’s dorm suite for a punishment he wasn’t certain he deserved. It had never occurred to him that jerking off constituted some violation of their arrangement.
As if reading his mind, Isaac went right into correcting Colton after closing the door behind him.
“It’s not the jerking off that has offended me and gotten you into trouble, though I do need you to realize your cock belongs to me,” Isaac hissed, yanking Colton’s pants down. “You cum when I say you cum.”
Colton shuddered in anticipation, the rush of Isaac gripping his semi-erect dick while palming his ass cheek.
