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Chapter 10
Zach
A few days later, Garrett awakens me from a sound sleep pounding on the door to Trevor’s room. “Hey! Trev!” he bellows. “See you at the bus. Better hustle if you’re not gonna be late.”
They are leaving for a two-game road trip to New York, and it’s going to be weird sleeping by myself after several weeks of being with Trevor every night.
I look over at him, locking his drowsy eyes with mine. “You know,” he grumbles in a sleep-thickened voice, “if you really loved me, you would change into a sparkly vampire or a werewolf right now and kill Garret for waking me up.”
Rubbing my hand across the taut muscles of his stomach, I mutter, “Hate to break it to you, little girl, vampires and werewolves aren’t real.” He pretends to be shocked. “Your pal Garrett, on the other hand, is a scary motherfucker. I’ll leave him to you to deal with.”
Trevor looks at me in surprise. “You think G is scary?”
“Hell, yes!” I exclaim. “He tells me he hates me every chance he gets.”
“I’ve never heard him say that,” Trevor says with his face scrunched up in doubt.
“Not in so many words,” I admit. “You have to read his intent more than his words.” I swing my legs out of the bed and sit up, intending to grab the first shower.
Trevor throws his arms around my waist to keep me in bed for a bit longer. “My suspicious Sicilian,” he purrs. “Finding a vendetta in every remark.”
Laughing, I try to slap his hands away, “Watch it, hockey boy! I’ll show you a vendetta.”
He drags me back under the duvet. Unable to help myself, I lean hard against him, melting into his big, hot body. His musky scent fills my nose, and the signs of his obvious arousal, panting breath, flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, all drove my own desire up a couple of notches. I nuzzle against his chest.
“That’s more like it,” he whispers in my ear. “Listen, Zach. Will you de me a favor?”
My hand slides over to wrap around his hard cock through his flannel sleep pants. “Absolutely, if it involves my mouth wrapped around this.”
He groans, “No, but hold that thought.” His eyes darken with lust.
I throw my leg over him so that I am straddling him, grinding my ass into his crotch. “I’ll still say yes if you want to be balls deep in me while you wear a leather corset and fishnet stockings.”
He throws his head back and moans louder, his hips flexing upward in search of a little friction. “No, but…” his eyes fly open and his brows knit in confusion. “Wait… I’m wearing what…?”
I grin at him, “Maybe that fantasy is something we should talk about later…. much later.”
He grins back, “We need to clear the air about you kinky ideas sooner rather than later, but let’s put that off until I’ve a drink or two or ten.” He shudders. “No, I wanted to ask if you would come with me to meet the bus and drive my SUV back here so I don’t have to leave it at the arena for a couple of nights. I can catch a ride back with someone.”
I clamber off of him and sulk, “That doesn’t sound like much fun. What’s in it for me?”
“The satisfaction of helping me out?” he wheedles.
“Nice try,” I snap. “What’s the quid you are offering pro my quo?” He grabs my dick and pumps his fist down the shaft a couple of times. “Hey! That’s not a fair negotiating technique.” I make a half-hearted attempt to wriggle away.
“I’ll suck you off as soon as I get home,” he coos.
“Ha! Can’t fool me,” I moan. “You’d do that anyway.”
He grips me harder. “True,” he admits. “How about a two-for-one deal?”
“I’m listening,” I pant.
“And I’ll throw in a cup of coffee on the way from the Java Hut.”
I finally free myself from his distracting hand. “The large?”
“The biggest they have.”
“You have a deal,” I shout in triumph as I run to take a shower.
“Can we shower together?” Trevor calls after me.
I turn to look at him. “Yeah… maybe… Do you have any snorkeling gear we can use?”
“Aargh!” he yells, pulling the duvet over his head to hide his blush. “Get out of here, you pervert, before you corrupt my innocence entirely.”
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“It’s a miracle,” Trevor says in wonder as he pulls into an empty parking spot in front of the Java Hut. “Like finding a twenty-dollar bill laying on the sidewalk.”
I feed the meter and join him in the quickly-moving line inside. When it’s our turn to order, the woman at the register chirps, “What will you guys have this morning?” with a perky smile and bubbly attitude that would be hard on my nerves even after the first cup of coffee. Right now, it’s pure agony.
Trevor says, “I’ll have a medium caramel latte, please.”
“Wonderful. I love those,” she gushes.
“Babe?” he asks me.
“Let me have the large american roast, black, please, “ I ask.
Trevor puts his arm around my waist to pull me closer. “I love that you are so low maintenance,” he says as he kisses my cheek.
The smile disappears from the barista’s face, replaced by a hostile glare. “Eight ninety-five,” she says coldly. She ignores the hand Trevor offers for his change and slides the coins on the counter before flouncing off.
He shrugs at me, “She must have missed the memo that it’s not 1965 anymore.”
Before I could say anything , a guy approaches, saying, “Aren’t you Trevor Wellman, the hockey player?”
“That’s me, “Trevor cheerfully admits.
The guy turns to his friends at a table, “Hey! I was right,” he says, excited, “It is him.”
They swarm over, chattering enthusiastically, pushing me out of the way, firing questions at Trevor about past games and the teams chances in the upcoming playoffs. He is gracious and friendly, “Nice of you to say… great to meet the fans… I hope we can go far in the tournament this year.” He catches my eyes over their heads and makes a little smile of apology. I just grin at him even though this is the kind of situation that bugs the hell out of me about our relationship. Trevor is accustomed to the spotlight, and while he does’t have a huge ego or anything, he does sort of thrive on the attention. Almost every time we go out, some fan comes up and starts talking, and I just recede into the background, standing around with a couple of cups of coffee in my hands. It’s not a huge deal to me, but it’s something I need to come to terms with.
“It is great talking to all of you,” Trevor says after a while, “but I have to go. We’re on our way to New York to beat Columbia and NYU.”
“Yeah!” the fans exclaim with high fives and fist bumps all around.“Kick their asses!’
I am still brooding when we pull into the parking lot after the short ride to the arena, thinking about the barista’s homophobic attitude and the weird feeling the hockey fans left in me. I didn’t expect that Trevor would pick up on it, but as he parked the SUV near the waiting bus, he turned to me, saying, “You’re not your usual chatty self. What’s up?”
“Nothing,” I shrug as I shove out of the SUV. I figure I need to think about all of this stuff on my own for a bit before I take them up with him. Of course, I forget his tenacity… most people would let it go for now, but not him.
“Seriously, Zach, talk to me,” he says as we come face-to-face beside the SUV. “Why the long face? The bitch at the Java Hut? Gotta let that shit slide, baby.”
“Nah,” I protest. “It’s just…” I look around at all of the guys around us, not only a stream of hockey players making their way to bus, but also a lot of guys from the baseball team heading to practice at the field across the street. This isn’t the place to get into a big therapy session.
“Yeah?”
“I really don’t want to admit this,” I say, making a face.
“What?” He looks concerned as he pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat.
I lean close to whisper, “I’m gonna miss you a lot even though it’s only two nights.”
A big grin breaks out on his face. “I was afraid I would be the only one! I gonna miss the hell out of you.” He throws an arm around my shoulder to pull me close against him.
Just as I am thinking that I don’t want him to ever let me out of that embrace, we hear Garrett yelling as he runs over from the bus, “Yo! Wellman! Get your ass over here so we can leave.” He pulls at Trevor’s sleeve, “Too many distractions here, let’s go.” He stomps off.
“See,” I whisper with a smirk. “He hates me.”
Trevor laughs. “Yeah… maybe…I’ll talk to him?”
“Jeez, Louise. That’ll just make it worse.” I snicker.
Trevor suddenly looks bothered. “This thing with Garrett… it’s real, isn’t it?” he asks.
“Real enough.” I try to downplay it a little.
“Do I need to be worried?” He pushes my face up with his thumb so I have to look him in the eye. “What do I need to do?”
“Nothing!” I insist emphatically. “It’s my issue, and I’ll do what needs to be done… if anything.”
“Zach?” he says warningly.
I punch his shoulder lightly, mocking his tone, “Trevor?” I continue more gently, “Listen, I know the dude’s important to you, so he’s important to me, too.” I grin, “I have four older brothers, so I have the experience needed to shovel Garrett’s shit right back at him.”
He finally relaxes a little. “Okay…. okay… just let me know?” I nod. “I’ll call you tonight after the game.”
Trevor is giving me a light kiss on the cheek when I am slammed back against his SUV… only his quick reflexes keep him from being knocked to the ground. A couple of guys heading to baseball practice hardly slow down after ramming into us.
“Sorry!” one of them sneers over his shoulder to us. “Didn’t see you there.”
His friend gives a mean laugh, saying just loud enough for us to hear, “I wouldn’t go into a shower with the hockey team if they gave me a steel-plated jock.”
“Hey!” Trevor barks at them. They turn to face us aggressively.
As he starts towards them, I grab the back of his sweatshirt, holding him back. “Let that shit slide,” I remind him quietly.
The first baseball player snarls, “Better listen to your girlfriend,” as he chokes up on the bat he is holding. “But if you have something to say, I’m all ears.”
I can feel the tremors in his body as Trevor fights to get his emotions under control, but he doesn’t go after the assholes.
We all glare at each other for a few heartbeats, then the baseball players start backing away. “That’s what I thought,” one of them taunts. “Fag pussy!”
Trevor almost loses it again, but his coach yells from the door of the bus, “Wellman! I don’t have all day to wait on you. Get your ass on the bus.”
When we lock eyes for a moment, the anger still blazing in his unnerves me. Finally he says gruffly, “I’ll call you tonight.”
“Yeah,” I mumble.
I watch as he walks away. Stepping up into the bus, Trevor turns to track the baseball jerks as they trot to practice, but the door shuts behind him without him looking back to me. As the bus pulls out of the lot, I sullenly think that this morning sums up our relationship perfectly: When it’s just the two of us, especially between the sheets, it is perfect, but around other people it’s one damned thing after another.
Trevor
That night we lose a vicious game to the Columbia University in Manhattan. I play like crap, easily my worst game in two years… a step late to the puck, missed passes, every shot wide or high or late, sometimes all three. The coach just shakes his head, saying, “Not your night, kid.”
Later, at the generic motel across the Hudson in New Jersey, everyone is milling around in the lobby trying to decide whether to get a cab back to the city to go to a nightclub to just find someplace close by since there’s not much time before curfew. I’m in a really bad mood and don’t want to go out, but G is putting some pressure on me. While the guys argue about logistics, I text Zach.
—Busy?
—Just got out of the shower. Sorry about the game.
—Its over. Wallowing in pity.
—LOL. What R U doing?
— Might go out w/ G. U mind if we don’t talk 2night?
There is a long silence, and I figure he is pissed. Finally a response comes back.
—Thats OK, but I was really looking forward to talking
I see that there is an attachment. I open it, and my knees buckle when I see the picture he sent— it’s a close-up of his hard cock, made even more beautiful by the warm glow of the lamp next to his bed. Every vein is highlighted beneath the dusky skin of the shaft, and the foreskin is pulled back to completely reveal the ripe, juicy plum of the head. The perfecting detail is the glistening drop of pre-cum nested in the slit. I angle my phone away from prying eyes as I stare at the photo and try to get my ragged breath under control. I thumb the phone off and yell to Garrett, “Yo, G! I’m staying in… too tired to party.”
“Dude!” he protests. “This is our only trip to the city this year. How the fuck can you…” His eyes fall to the phone in my hand, and he scowls and rolls his eyes. “Shit! How can you be pussy-whipped when there ain’t no pussy involved.” He shakes his head in dismay. “Try to keep from jizzing all over my side of the room.”
I flip him off as I sprint to the room, dialing Zach’s number as I go. Before he says anything, I groan, “Fu-u-u-u-uck! What are you doing to me? I am standing in the parking lot of a Jersey motel with a zipper-busting hard-on and balls the color of Smurfs.”
His low, smokey chuckle ripples through my body. “I thought you might need a little cheering up after a shitty day.”
“More than you know.” I suddenly blurt out, “Why do these jerks think that they can crap all over someone else’s heart?”
He is quiet for a few breaths. “I don’t know, baby. They just do.”
“I fucking hate it.”
“Me, too,” he says softly. “It’s weird that two pretty innocent kisses set people off like that. I’ve kissed guys before without anyone saying anything, but today…”
I take a deep breath. “You know, we’ve not had The Talk about exes.” I hasten to add, “Not that I wanna do that over the phone.”
Zach laughs again, “I don’t know. I kinda like having eighty miles of New Jersey between us for that conversation.”
“Or the one about your kinky fetishes.”
“Yeah… yeah… that one, too.”
“Whatever. I seem to have thought about you a lot all day. More than usual, actually,” I confess. “I hope that isn’t too creepy… that I think about you?”
“No.” Zach sighs. “I mean, I thought about you, too. It’s just today the thoughts were different.”
I let myself into the room that I am sharing with Garrett. “How so?” I asks as I crawl onto the bed, fluffing the pillows for support.
“Well, like today when we were dealing with those assholes in the parking lot.”
“You were right that I gotta let that shit slide.” I say.
“Would it be too weird to say that I’m glad we went through that together?” Zach replies. “I don’t like dealing with some jerks’ hangups, but I felt closer to you after it was over. Does that freak you out?”
“No, I like the sound of that.”
Suddenly there is a slight tremor of emotion in his voice. “I wish you were here in my room right now so I could to talk to you when I got home from work. I just need to feel your touch,” Zach says so quietly that I almost don’t hear him.
“Awww, baby,” I exhale. “Me, too.”
With a low, throaty growl, Zach asks, “What are you wearing right now?”
The change of direction throws me for a second, but I recover to take inventory. “Timberlands, jeans, navy Henley over a white tee.”
“Too many clothes. Lose the boots, the jeans and the Henley.”
The grin on my face is so wide it hurts. “Boots… done.” I lift my hips to shove the jeans off. “Jeans… history.” I put the phone on the speaker feature, drop it onto the bed and haul the shirt off. “Done.”
I shift on the bed, sliding my hand down my chest to my thigh, spreading my legs as my cock twitches and fills at Zach’s instructions.
“Now what are you wearing?”
“The tee and back boxer briefs, “ I whisper.
“Hmmm… still too much. lose the tee.”
I pull it off and start to stroke my shaft through the briefs. “It’s gone.”
“Don’t touch yourself!” he barks.
I jerk my hand away. “Baby, you’re killing me.” I chew my lower lip. “Will you tell me what you’re wearing?”
He growls, “Sure. Blue plaid flannel boxers. Bare feet.”
“Boxers and what else?” I moan. There is a long silence. I look at the phone thinking that the connection is broken. “Zach? You still there?”
“Yes,” he says in a small voice.
I probe, “What are you wearing besides the boxers?”
He hesitates, “You’re gonna think this is weird.” He laughs nervously. “I’m wearing your blue hockey hoody. I grabbed by accident this morning.”
“Why would I think that’s weird? I think that’s hot.”
“Trevor?” Zach whispers my name.
“Yeah?”
“I miss you. Fuck. It freaks me out that you aren’t here and I miss you and your smell and your touch. Your hoody smells like you and hearing your voice…” Zach’s sharp inhale rips through me and settles in my already aching balls.
I groan and rake my nails up the inside of my thigh. “Zach, I can’t keep from touching myself.”
“That’s okay, babe.”
“I’m cupping my balls and rolling them between my fingers, giving them a tug,” I tell him. “I wish they were in your mouth.”
“I wish I was there.”
“I wish you were here, too. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to kiss you.”
“Me either,” Zach admits.
“Hey, Zach?”
“Trevor,” Zach whispers again.
“Touch yourself.”
“Yes,” Zach inhales sharply. “Take off your underwear… I need you naked.”
I push my hands under the waistband of my briefs and dig my heels into the mattress, lifting my hips to shove the briefs down my legs. I untangle them from my ankles so I can and kick them off and across the room. My cock is free, hard and throbbing against my stomach. “Zach? I’m naked for you. Take off your boxers, but leave the hoody on. Please?”
“And you call me a kinky bastard,” he hisses. “Are you hard, Trevor?” he asks as I brings my fist around my cock, stroking the length of the shaft, curling my palm over the head and twisting before sliding it back down.
“Fuck, yes,” I pant. “I’ve been hard since I saw the picture you sent.” I groan, “The skin on my dick is splitting I’m so hard. My balls are heavy with cum just for you.”
“Same here,” Zach declares. “I’ve never been so hard, ‘cause I miss you so much.” A long, low groan comes through the phone. “I rubbing my dick raw for you.”
Increasing the pace of my strokes, I spreads my legs out farther so my free hand can explore the curve of my ass. I hook my heels over the edge of the bed, as close to my hips as I can, so I can strain against the stretch of my thigh muscle, the pain balancing the pleasure of my cock.
“Tell me what to do, Zach.” My voice is raw and needy."Make me cum!"
“What are you doing, baby? Tell me,” he growls. My cock hardens even more at the sexy sound of Zach’s snarl.
“Stroking my cock,” I whisper. “Fingering my balls”
“Stop,” Zach orders.
“I c-can’t!” I stutter.
“I said stop. Take your hands off your dick and put them behind your head.”
I chuff in frustration as I comply. My cock throbs and jumps in protest.
“Now what?” I gasp.
“Deep breath.”
“Motherfucker!” I groan. “Please let me cum!”
“Patience,” Zach whispers.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” I plead. “Tell me what to do and stop the pain.” Zach laughs softly. “Please,” I add.
“Awww, Trev. I am too turned on and too needy my own damn self to torture you any more. Put your hand on your cock, but don’t stroke it yet.”
“D-done,” I mumble.
“Good, “ he admits. “Trevor?”
“What,” I croak, straining to keep from jerking myself off.
“I want you so bad.”
“Want you, Zach.”
I hear a grunt of satisfaction over the phone “Tell me what you see.”
“I see my dick, and it’s hard for you. Harder than have ever seen it. Fuck, I want you to touch it. I want your hand and your mouth and your ass on my cock.”
“Ssshhh,” Zach soothes. “You’re being so good, so fucking obedient.” I hear him take a deep breath, but his voice sounds muffled now. “Do you want to know what I’m doing now, baby?” he teases.
“Yes,” I beg.
“I have your hoody over my face. All I can smell is you.” He sighs, “You’re so hot, Trevor.” I groan. “Now I have my thumb digging into my lip, baby, and I am imagining that it is your huge cock pressed against my mouth, that cock as thick as a stack of hockey pucks rubbing my lips.”
“Zach! Please!” I am almost sobbing.
“You’re playing so good. You’re so close,” he whispers. “Now you do it, too. Open your mouth, lick your thumb, and slide it into your mouth. That’s my dick, all for you.”
I suck my thumb as eagerly as if it were Zach’s cock, swirling it around in my mouth, sucking hard.
“Get that thumb wet, baby.” Zach instructs. “What does it taste like?”
“It tastes like you. It’s wonderful and I can’t get enough,” I moan.
“Damn, the sounds you make, Trevor.”
“Zach!You’re driving me crazy because you’re not here.” I beg again, “Tell me what to do. Gah! let me cum.”
“I want you so bad,” is his only response. “ I want to touch you and have you touch me. I’ve never wanted someone so bad.”
I am losing control with each word Zach speaks. “I am about to cum just from the sound of your voice.”
“Fuck that!” he says. “Do you have any lube?”
“No“ I cry.
“That’s okay,” he reassures me.
“But I’m so turned on…I’m so hard… I have to cum so bad.”
“Trevor…” Zach sighs softly. “Cum with me then. Just spit on your hand and grease that beautiful cock up. Grab it with both hands and fuck your fist.” He is groaning with ragged breaths.
“Oh, fuck that feels… so good," I groan. “This feels so fucking good.”
“Fuck, yeah, pump your hips, drive that cock through your fist. That’s my ass your fucking. I want to hear you― I want to hear you cum as you fill my tight ass with your hugs dick.”
I moan as I drive my cock through my fist thrusting my hand down and up again. My free hand rolls my balls between my fingers, pulling on the loose skin tight as I hurtle toward orgasm. “I’m thinking about you while I stroke my cock, Zach , about you riding me, watching your face as you fuck yourself on my cock,You’re so hot and so tight, baby. I want to see your face as you cum all over my chest and face. I want your cum on my lips. I want you feed your cum to me from your tongue.”
“Want you so much, Trev. I’m so close… oh, fuck, I’m so close!”
I stroke faster, my fist just a blur. “ Cum with me now…” I beg.
The orgasm floods out of my balls as I toss my head back, stroking furiously. I come harder than I ever have, the orgasm shooting through me, shuddering, and my abs spasming. It goes on and on, my cock throbbing and spurting, semen hitting my stomach and chest. I can hear Zach’s sounds as he cums, and I can picture his face, flushed and twisted in pleasure.
We stay silent, just panting raggedly across the distance. “Zach?” I ask. “You still with me?”
He chuckles softly, “Yes. I feel boneless.”
“That was more than I expected,” I agree. “But I still wish we were together.”
“Me, too.”
“Fuck, Zach. Do you know how crazy you make me?” I ask tenderly.
“I’m starting to get an idea,” he says, “because I am pretty distracted by the thought of you, too.”
My cock rests limply against my thigh, and my chest is a sticky mess, but I am too drained to clean up.
We remain on the phone for a few more minutes, more blissful, satisfied silence than talk, until I yawn. “Sorry, babe, it’s been a hard day.”
“I’ll let you go and get some sleep,” he offers.
“As if I could sleep without you.”
“I know, same here,” Zach is a wistful tone. “Will you call again tomorrow night for another round?”
As if I could resist that. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”
“I’ll wait to hear from you. Goodnight, Trevor.”
“Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams.”
Zach
A few days later, Garrett awakens me from a sound sleep pounding on the door to Trevor’s room. “Hey! Trev!” he bellows. “See you at the bus. Better hustle if you’re not gonna be late.”
They are leaving for a two-game road trip to New York, and it’s going to be weird sleeping by myself after several weeks of being with Trevor every night.
I look over at him, locking his drowsy eyes with mine. “You know,” he grumbles in a sleep-thickened voice, “if you really loved me, you would change into a sparkly vampire or a werewolf right now and kill Garret for waking me up.”
Rubbing my hand across the taut muscles of his stomach, I mutter, “Hate to break it to you, little girl, vampires and werewolves aren’t real.” He pretends to be shocked. “Your pal Garrett, on the other hand, is a scary motherfucker. I’ll leave him to you to deal with.”
Trevor looks at me in surprise. “You think G is scary?”
“Hell, yes!” I exclaim. “He tells me he hates me every chance he gets.”
“I’ve never heard him say that,” Trevor says with his face scrunched up in doubt.
“Not in so many words,” I admit. “You have to read his intent more than his words.” I swing my legs out of the bed and sit up, intending to grab the first shower.
Trevor throws his arms around my waist to keep me in bed for a bit longer. “My suspicious Sicilian,” he purrs. “Finding a vendetta in every remark.”
Laughing, I try to slap his hands away, “Watch it, hockey boy! I’ll show you a vendetta.”
He drags me back under the duvet. Unable to help myself, I lean hard against him, melting into his big, hot body. His musky scent fills my nose, and the signs of his obvious arousal, panting breath, flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, all drove my own desire up a couple of notches. I nuzzle against his chest.
“That’s more like it,” he whispers in my ear. “Listen, Zach. Will you de me a favor?”
My hand slides over to wrap around his hard cock through his flannel sleep pants. “Absolutely, if it involves my mouth wrapped around this.”
He groans, “No, but hold that thought.” His eyes darken with lust.
I throw my leg over him so that I am straddling him, grinding my ass into his crotch. “I’ll still say yes if you want to be balls deep in me while you wear a leather corset and fishnet stockings.”
He throws his head back and moans louder, his hips flexing upward in search of a little friction. “No, but…” his eyes fly open and his brows knit in confusion. “Wait… I’m wearing what…?”
I grin at him, “Maybe that fantasy is something we should talk about later…. much later.”
He grins back, “We need to clear the air about you kinky ideas sooner rather than later, but let’s put that off until I’ve a drink or two or ten.” He shudders. “No, I wanted to ask if you would come with me to meet the bus and drive my SUV back here so I don’t have to leave it at the arena for a couple of nights. I can catch a ride back with someone.”
I clamber off of him and sulk, “That doesn’t sound like much fun. What’s in it for me?”
“The satisfaction of helping me out?” he wheedles.
“Nice try,” I snap. “What’s the quid you are offering pro my quo?” He grabs my dick and pumps his fist down the shaft a couple of times. “Hey! That’s not a fair negotiating technique.” I make a half-hearted attempt to wriggle away.
“I’ll suck you off as soon as I get home,” he coos.
“Ha! Can’t fool me,” I moan. “You’d do that anyway.”
He grips me harder. “True,” he admits. “How about a two-for-one deal?”
“I’m listening,” I pant.
“And I’ll throw in a cup of coffee on the way from the Java Hut.”
I finally free myself from his distracting hand. “The large?”
“The biggest they have.”
“You have a deal,” I shout in triumph as I run to take a shower.
“Can we shower together?” Trevor calls after me.
I turn to look at him. “Yeah… maybe… Do you have any snorkeling gear we can use?”
“Aargh!” he yells, pulling the duvet over his head to hide his blush. “Get out of here, you pervert, before you corrupt my innocence entirely.”
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“It’s a miracle,” Trevor says in wonder as he pulls into an empty parking spot in front of the Java Hut. “Like finding a twenty-dollar bill laying on the sidewalk.”
I feed the meter and join him in the quickly-moving line inside. When it’s our turn to order, the woman at the register chirps, “What will you guys have this morning?” with a perky smile and bubbly attitude that would be hard on my nerves even after the first cup of coffee. Right now, it’s pure agony.
Trevor says, “I’ll have a medium caramel latte, please.”
“Wonderful. I love those,” she gushes.
“Babe?” he asks me.
“Let me have the large american roast, black, please, “ I ask.
Trevor puts his arm around my waist to pull me closer. “I love that you are so low maintenance,” he says as he kisses my cheek.
The smile disappears from the barista’s face, replaced by a hostile glare. “Eight ninety-five,” she says coldly. She ignores the hand Trevor offers for his change and slides the coins on the counter before flouncing off.
He shrugs at me, “She must have missed the memo that it’s not 1965 anymore.”
Before I could say anything , a guy approaches, saying, “Aren’t you Trevor Wellman, the hockey player?”
“That’s me, “Trevor cheerfully admits.
The guy turns to his friends at a table, “Hey! I was right,” he says, excited, “It is him.”
They swarm over, chattering enthusiastically, pushing me out of the way, firing questions at Trevor about past games and the teams chances in the upcoming playoffs. He is gracious and friendly, “Nice of you to say… great to meet the fans… I hope we can go far in the tournament this year.” He catches my eyes over their heads and makes a little smile of apology. I just grin at him even though this is the kind of situation that bugs the hell out of me about our relationship. Trevor is accustomed to the spotlight, and while he does’t have a huge ego or anything, he does sort of thrive on the attention. Almost every time we go out, some fan comes up and starts talking, and I just recede into the background, standing around with a couple of cups of coffee in my hands. It’s not a huge deal to me, but it’s something I need to come to terms with.
“It is great talking to all of you,” Trevor says after a while, “but I have to go. We’re on our way to New York to beat Columbia and NYU.”
“Yeah!” the fans exclaim with high fives and fist bumps all around.“Kick their asses!’
I am still brooding when we pull into the parking lot after the short ride to the arena, thinking about the barista’s homophobic attitude and the weird feeling the hockey fans left in me. I didn’t expect that Trevor would pick up on it, but as he parked the SUV near the waiting bus, he turned to me, saying, “You’re not your usual chatty self. What’s up?”
“Nothing,” I shrug as I shove out of the SUV. I figure I need to think about all of this stuff on my own for a bit before I take them up with him. Of course, I forget his tenacity… most people would let it go for now, but not him.
“Seriously, Zach, talk to me,” he says as we come face-to-face beside the SUV. “Why the long face? The bitch at the Java Hut? Gotta let that shit slide, baby.”
“Nah,” I protest. “It’s just…” I look around at all of the guys around us, not only a stream of hockey players making their way to bus, but also a lot of guys from the baseball team heading to practice at the field across the street. This isn’t the place to get into a big therapy session.
“Yeah?”
“I really don’t want to admit this,” I say, making a face.
“What?” He looks concerned as he pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat.
I lean close to whisper, “I’m gonna miss you a lot even though it’s only two nights.”
A big grin breaks out on his face. “I was afraid I would be the only one! I gonna miss the hell out of you.” He throws an arm around my shoulder to pull me close against him.
Just as I am thinking that I don’t want him to ever let me out of that embrace, we hear Garrett yelling as he runs over from the bus, “Yo! Wellman! Get your ass over here so we can leave.” He pulls at Trevor’s sleeve, “Too many distractions here, let’s go.” He stomps off.
“See,” I whisper with a smirk. “He hates me.”
Trevor laughs. “Yeah… maybe…I’ll talk to him?”
“Jeez, Louise. That’ll just make it worse.” I snicker.
Trevor suddenly looks bothered. “This thing with Garrett… it’s real, isn’t it?” he asks.
“Real enough.” I try to downplay it a little.
“Do I need to be worried?” He pushes my face up with his thumb so I have to look him in the eye. “What do I need to do?”
“Nothing!” I insist emphatically. “It’s my issue, and I’ll do what needs to be done… if anything.”
“Zach?” he says warningly.
I punch his shoulder lightly, mocking his tone, “Trevor?” I continue more gently, “Listen, I know the dude’s important to you, so he’s important to me, too.” I grin, “I have four older brothers, so I have the experience needed to shovel Garrett’s shit right back at him.”
He finally relaxes a little. “Okay…. okay… just let me know?” I nod. “I’ll call you tonight after the game.”
Trevor is giving me a light kiss on the cheek when I am slammed back against his SUV… only his quick reflexes keep him from being knocked to the ground. A couple of guys heading to baseball practice hardly slow down after ramming into us.
“Sorry!” one of them sneers over his shoulder to us. “Didn’t see you there.”
His friend gives a mean laugh, saying just loud enough for us to hear, “I wouldn’t go into a shower with the hockey team if they gave me a steel-plated jock.”
“Hey!” Trevor barks at them. They turn to face us aggressively.
As he starts towards them, I grab the back of his sweatshirt, holding him back. “Let that shit slide,” I remind him quietly.
The first baseball player snarls, “Better listen to your girlfriend,” as he chokes up on the bat he is holding. “But if you have something to say, I’m all ears.”
I can feel the tremors in his body as Trevor fights to get his emotions under control, but he doesn’t go after the assholes.
We all glare at each other for a few heartbeats, then the baseball players start backing away. “That’s what I thought,” one of them taunts. “Fag pussy!”
Trevor almost loses it again, but his coach yells from the door of the bus, “Wellman! I don’t have all day to wait on you. Get your ass on the bus.”
When we lock eyes for a moment, the anger still blazing in his unnerves me. Finally he says gruffly, “I’ll call you tonight.”
“Yeah,” I mumble.
I watch as he walks away. Stepping up into the bus, Trevor turns to track the baseball jerks as they trot to practice, but the door shuts behind him without him looking back to me. As the bus pulls out of the lot, I sullenly think that this morning sums up our relationship perfectly: When it’s just the two of us, especially between the sheets, it is perfect, but around other people it’s one damned thing after another.
Trevor
That night we lose a vicious game to the Columbia University in Manhattan. I play like crap, easily my worst game in two years… a step late to the puck, missed passes, every shot wide or high or late, sometimes all three. The coach just shakes his head, saying, “Not your night, kid.”
Later, at the generic motel across the Hudson in New Jersey, everyone is milling around in the lobby trying to decide whether to get a cab back to the city to go to a nightclub to just find someplace close by since there’s not much time before curfew. I’m in a really bad mood and don’t want to go out, but G is putting some pressure on me. While the guys argue about logistics, I text Zach.
—Busy?
—Just got out of the shower. Sorry about the game.
—Its over. Wallowing in pity.
—LOL. What R U doing?
— Might go out w/ G. U mind if we don’t talk 2night?
There is a long silence, and I figure he is pissed. Finally a response comes back.
—Thats OK, but I was really looking forward to talking
I see that there is an attachment. I open it, and my knees buckle when I see the picture he sent— it’s a close-up of his hard cock, made even more beautiful by the warm glow of the lamp next to his bed. Every vein is highlighted beneath the dusky skin of the shaft, and the foreskin is pulled back to completely reveal the ripe, juicy plum of the head. The perfecting detail is the glistening drop of pre-cum nested in the slit. I angle my phone away from prying eyes as I stare at the photo and try to get my ragged breath under control. I thumb the phone off and yell to Garrett, “Yo, G! I’m staying in… too tired to party.”
“Dude!” he protests. “This is our only trip to the city this year. How the fuck can you…” His eyes fall to the phone in my hand, and he scowls and rolls his eyes. “Shit! How can you be pussy-whipped when there ain’t no pussy involved.” He shakes his head in dismay. “Try to keep from jizzing all over my side of the room.”
I flip him off as I sprint to the room, dialing Zach’s number as I go. Before he says anything, I groan, “Fu-u-u-u-uck! What are you doing to me? I am standing in the parking lot of a Jersey motel with a zipper-busting hard-on and balls the color of Smurfs.”
His low, smokey chuckle ripples through my body. “I thought you might need a little cheering up after a shitty day.”
“More than you know.” I suddenly blurt out, “Why do these jerks think that they can crap all over someone else’s heart?”
He is quiet for a few breaths. “I don’t know, baby. They just do.”
“I fucking hate it.”
“Me, too,” he says softly. “It’s weird that two pretty innocent kisses set people off like that. I’ve kissed guys before without anyone saying anything, but today…”
I take a deep breath. “You know, we’ve not had The Talk about exes.” I hasten to add, “Not that I wanna do that over the phone.”
Zach laughs again, “I don’t know. I kinda like having eighty miles of New Jersey between us for that conversation.”
“Or the one about your kinky fetishes.”
“Yeah… yeah… that one, too.”
“Whatever. I seem to have thought about you a lot all day. More than usual, actually,” I confess. “I hope that isn’t too creepy… that I think about you?”
“No.” Zach sighs. “I mean, I thought about you, too. It’s just today the thoughts were different.”
I let myself into the room that I am sharing with Garrett. “How so?” I asks as I crawl onto the bed, fluffing the pillows for support.
“Well, like today when we were dealing with those assholes in the parking lot.”
“You were right that I gotta let that shit slide.” I say.
“Would it be too weird to say that I’m glad we went through that together?” Zach replies. “I don’t like dealing with some jerks’ hangups, but I felt closer to you after it was over. Does that freak you out?”
“No, I like the sound of that.”
Suddenly there is a slight tremor of emotion in his voice. “I wish you were here in my room right now so I could to talk to you when I got home from work. I just need to feel your touch,” Zach says so quietly that I almost don’t hear him.
“Awww, baby,” I exhale. “Me, too.”
With a low, throaty growl, Zach asks, “What are you wearing right now?”
The change of direction throws me for a second, but I recover to take inventory. “Timberlands, jeans, navy Henley over a white tee.”
“Too many clothes. Lose the boots, the jeans and the Henley.”
The grin on my face is so wide it hurts. “Boots… done.” I lift my hips to shove the jeans off. “Jeans… history.” I put the phone on the speaker feature, drop it onto the bed and haul the shirt off. “Done.”
I shift on the bed, sliding my hand down my chest to my thigh, spreading my legs as my cock twitches and fills at Zach’s instructions.
“Now what are you wearing?”
“The tee and back boxer briefs, “ I whisper.
“Hmmm… still too much. lose the tee.”
I pull it off and start to stroke my shaft through the briefs. “It’s gone.”
“Don’t touch yourself!” he barks.
I jerk my hand away. “Baby, you’re killing me.” I chew my lower lip. “Will you tell me what you’re wearing?”
He growls, “Sure. Blue plaid flannel boxers. Bare feet.”
“Boxers and what else?” I moan. There is a long silence. I look at the phone thinking that the connection is broken. “Zach? You still there?”
“Yes,” he says in a small voice.
I probe, “What are you wearing besides the boxers?”
He hesitates, “You’re gonna think this is weird.” He laughs nervously. “I’m wearing your blue hockey hoody. I grabbed by accident this morning.”
“Why would I think that’s weird? I think that’s hot.”
“Trevor?” Zach whispers my name.
“Yeah?”
“I miss you. Fuck. It freaks me out that you aren’t here and I miss you and your smell and your touch. Your hoody smells like you and hearing your voice…” Zach’s sharp inhale rips through me and settles in my already aching balls.
I groan and rake my nails up the inside of my thigh. “Zach, I can’t keep from touching myself.”
“That’s okay, babe.”
“I’m cupping my balls and rolling them between my fingers, giving them a tug,” I tell him. “I wish they were in your mouth.”
“I wish I was there.”
“I wish you were here, too. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to kiss you.”
“Me either,” Zach admits.
“Hey, Zach?”
“Trevor,” Zach whispers again.
“Touch yourself.”
“Yes,” Zach inhales sharply. “Take off your underwear… I need you naked.”
I push my hands under the waistband of my briefs and dig my heels into the mattress, lifting my hips to shove the briefs down my legs. I untangle them from my ankles so I can and kick them off and across the room. My cock is free, hard and throbbing against my stomach. “Zach? I’m naked for you. Take off your boxers, but leave the hoody on. Please?”
“And you call me a kinky bastard,” he hisses. “Are you hard, Trevor?” he asks as I brings my fist around my cock, stroking the length of the shaft, curling my palm over the head and twisting before sliding it back down.
“Fuck, yes,” I pant. “I’ve been hard since I saw the picture you sent.” I groan, “The skin on my dick is splitting I’m so hard. My balls are heavy with cum just for you.”
“Same here,” Zach declares. “I’ve never been so hard, ‘cause I miss you so much.” A long, low groan comes through the phone. “I rubbing my dick raw for you.”
Increasing the pace of my strokes, I spreads my legs out farther so my free hand can explore the curve of my ass. I hook my heels over the edge of the bed, as close to my hips as I can, so I can strain against the stretch of my thigh muscle, the pain balancing the pleasure of my cock.
“Tell me what to do, Zach.” My voice is raw and needy."Make me cum!"
“What are you doing, baby? Tell me,” he growls. My cock hardens even more at the sexy sound of Zach’s snarl.
“Stroking my cock,” I whisper. “Fingering my balls”
“Stop,” Zach orders.
“I c-can’t!” I stutter.
“I said stop. Take your hands off your dick and put them behind your head.”
I chuff in frustration as I comply. My cock throbs and jumps in protest.
“Now what?” I gasp.
“Deep breath.”
“Motherfucker!” I groan. “Please let me cum!”
“Patience,” Zach whispers.
“Don’t fucking tease me,” I plead. “Tell me what to do and stop the pain.” Zach laughs softly. “Please,” I add.
“Awww, Trev. I am too turned on and too needy my own damn self to torture you any more. Put your hand on your cock, but don’t stroke it yet.”
“D-done,” I mumble.
“Good, “ he admits. “Trevor?”
“What,” I croak, straining to keep from jerking myself off.
“I want you so bad.”
“Want you, Zach.”
I hear a grunt of satisfaction over the phone “Tell me what you see.”
“I see my dick, and it’s hard for you. Harder than have ever seen it. Fuck, I want you to touch it. I want your hand and your mouth and your ass on my cock.”
“Ssshhh,” Zach soothes. “You’re being so good, so fucking obedient.” I hear him take a deep breath, but his voice sounds muffled now. “Do you want to know what I’m doing now, baby?” he teases.
“Yes,” I beg.
“I have your hoody over my face. All I can smell is you.” He sighs, “You’re so hot, Trevor.” I groan. “Now I have my thumb digging into my lip, baby, and I am imagining that it is your huge cock pressed against my mouth, that cock as thick as a stack of hockey pucks rubbing my lips.”
“Zach! Please!” I am almost sobbing.
“You’re playing so good. You’re so close,” he whispers. “Now you do it, too. Open your mouth, lick your thumb, and slide it into your mouth. That’s my dick, all for you.”
I suck my thumb as eagerly as if it were Zach’s cock, swirling it around in my mouth, sucking hard.
“Get that thumb wet, baby.” Zach instructs. “What does it taste like?”
“It tastes like you. It’s wonderful and I can’t get enough,” I moan.
“Damn, the sounds you make, Trevor.”
“Zach!You’re driving me crazy because you’re not here.” I beg again, “Tell me what to do. Gah! let me cum.”
“I want you so bad,” is his only response. “ I want to touch you and have you touch me. I’ve never wanted someone so bad.”
I am losing control with each word Zach speaks. “I am about to cum just from the sound of your voice.”
“Fuck that!” he says. “Do you have any lube?”
“No“ I cry.
“That’s okay,” he reassures me.
“But I’m so turned on…I’m so hard… I have to cum so bad.”
“Trevor…” Zach sighs softly. “Cum with me then. Just spit on your hand and grease that beautiful cock up. Grab it with both hands and fuck your fist.” He is groaning with ragged breaths.
“Oh, fuck that feels… so good," I groan. “This feels so fucking good.”
“Fuck, yeah, pump your hips, drive that cock through your fist. That’s my ass your fucking. I want to hear you― I want to hear you cum as you fill my tight ass with your hugs dick.”
I moan as I drive my cock through my fist thrusting my hand down and up again. My free hand rolls my balls between my fingers, pulling on the loose skin tight as I hurtle toward orgasm. “I’m thinking about you while I stroke my cock, Zach , about you riding me, watching your face as you fuck yourself on my cock,You’re so hot and so tight, baby. I want to see your face as you cum all over my chest and face. I want your cum on my lips. I want you feed your cum to me from your tongue.”
“Want you so much, Trev. I’m so close… oh, fuck, I’m so close!”
I stroke faster, my fist just a blur. “ Cum with me now…” I beg.
The orgasm floods out of my balls as I toss my head back, stroking furiously. I come harder than I ever have, the orgasm shooting through me, shuddering, and my abs spasming. It goes on and on, my cock throbbing and spurting, semen hitting my stomach and chest. I can hear Zach’s sounds as he cums, and I can picture his face, flushed and twisted in pleasure.
We stay silent, just panting raggedly across the distance. “Zach?” I ask. “You still with me?”
He chuckles softly, “Yes. I feel boneless.”
“That was more than I expected,” I agree. “But I still wish we were together.”
“Me, too.”
“Fuck, Zach. Do you know how crazy you make me?” I ask tenderly.
“I’m starting to get an idea,” he says, “because I am pretty distracted by the thought of you, too.”
My cock rests limply against my thigh, and my chest is a sticky mess, but I am too drained to clean up.
We remain on the phone for a few more minutes, more blissful, satisfied silence than talk, until I yawn. “Sorry, babe, it’s been a hard day.”
“I’ll let you go and get some sleep,” he offers.
“As if I could sleep without you.”
“I know, same here,” Zach is a wistful tone. “Will you call again tomorrow night for another round?”
As if I could resist that. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”
“I’ll wait to hear from you. Goodnight, Trevor.”
“Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams.”
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Whoa, BD! I'm betting you've had some experience with phone sex! 
After reading that, I can't imagine you were just making that up out of "thin air"!
Wow! I am SO digging Trev and Zach! Can't wait for More of your Awesome story!
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
After reading that, I can't imagine you were just making that up out of "thin air"!
Wow! I am SO digging Trev and Zach! Can't wait for More of your Awesome story!
Keep Smilin'!!
Chaz
Trevor and Zach sooooo rock!
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Another hot chapter, the raw lust and closeness from forming a new relationship shown through your words. Congrats! Keep up the good work!
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Whoa, BD! I'm betting you've had some experience with phone sex!
After reading that, I can't imagine you were just making that up out of "thin air"!
HA! I invoke my Fifth Amendment rights on that one! I am not admitting that any alleged phone sex took place , nor do I suggest that I know of the whereabouts of recordings of such hypothetical events, but if the price is right, there may be a special box set of tapes available for Christmas. Or not.
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I'm not sure about the discontinuity thing. From what I've read, nine days of dating is enough to fall. Especially considering they already knew of and were attracted to each other. You might be right, I don't know, but it seems perfectly realistic to me. P.s this is the first story I read on these forums and have been watching since. Love it, please keep going.
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I'm not sure about the discontinuity thing. From what I've read, nine days of dating is enough to fall. Especially considering they already knew of and were attracted to each other. You might be right, I don't know, but it seems perfectly realistic to me. P.s this is the first story I read on these forums and have been watching since. Love it, please keep going.
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Is there more for Zach and Trevor?
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Okay, so with further reading, nine days isn't enough to actually fall. But you didn't depict that. I mean, they didn't break out with the "I love you"s, they are just quite into each other. And if you really think that they're affection is too much, you could have just added a time-skip in between posts. Like you did in the the post directly afterwards. Regardless, please keep going. Don't let my obsession with realistic details bother you.
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i spent hours reading this story last night as new to this forum! This is one of the best stories I've ever read and the character development is fantastic! Please continue the story! Your writing talents are amazing! I can see you being an author or script writer in the future"!
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Started to read this recently. Great story! I hope it continues!