Schooling The Quarterback: an m/m college sports romance (GSU), page 10
“Relationship,” he replies quickly. “I’m demisexual, so I have to have a connection with someone before I’m even remotely turned on. I thought I was broken for so long.”
“That must be tough.”
Rio shrugs. “It was before I knew what it was. Now, I’ve just come to accept it. It does make dating in college a lot harder since most people are looking for a quick wham bam, thank you, ma’am. Thankfully, soccer keeps me busy.”
People around us start to yell when the cheerleaders and a giant Koala mascot make their way onto the field.
“Is Chase bi?” I whisper to Rio as the gorgeous women and a few men dance around.
Rio laughs and shakes his head. “He’s gay, and even if he were bi, he only has eyes for you. You have nothing to worry about.”
Heat rushes to my face and the tops of my ears at his words. I’ve never felt so wanted by someone before. The fact that Chase is talking about me to his friends says a lot.
The cheerleaders are done with their short routine, and the football team comes out, the crowd so loud it’s almost deafening. An excited buzz of energy fills the air, making me almost lightheaded.
“There’s your man,” Rio elbows me, pointing to number twelve on the field.
Chase scans the bleachers, and when his eyes land on me, he waves like a maniac, causing me to blush even harder. Never in a million years did I think I would be dating a quarterback, but here we are.
The game starts, and the crowd settles a bit, but people still yell and cheer at random moments. I’m having a hard time following everything since the game seems to be going too fast, but despite feeling a bit lost, I am having a good time anyway. Maybe it’s because I’m surrounded by a great group of people who are treating me like an equal even though I’m completely out of my element.
When the Koalas score their first touchdown, I join in with the crowd yelling and clapping.
“You look really happy right now,” Sasha tells me when the game is at halftime.
“I’m having a great time,” I reply with a big grin. “I know people say that you have to experience a game in real life to understand what’s so addictive about sports, but I’ve been to more than one game, and they all sucked. I’m figuring out that it’s not just about going to a live game, but about the people you surround yourself with.”
Sasha nods. “I’m having a blast too…” He pauses, then leans in to whisper, “I’m really hoping that Coop will take me home tonight and rearrange my insides.”
I bark out a laugh before turning my attention back to the game, which goes by faster than I expected. It’s a nail-biting finish, but the Koalas take home the win.
“Ready to go?” Rio asks when people start filing out, and Sasha leaves with Coop, to no one’s surprise.
I nod and follow him to his car. I got someone to cover my shift tonight, and Chase asked me if I would feel comfortable spending the night. I’m a bit nervous but also beyond excited.
“How long will it take Chase to get home?” I check with Rio once we’re inside the already warm vehicle. Remote start is a thing of dreams.
Rio tips his head from side to side. “It depends. Could be anywhere from thirty minutes to two hours. But knowing him, he’ll be home as fast as possible,” he assures me. “Want to watch a movie and eat pizza while we wait? I’m beyond excited to have more flexibility in my diet for the next little while, and I’ve been craving the cheesy greasiness.”
I laugh but also feel bad that his soccer team was knocked out of the championships in round one. “I’ll help you devour a pie.”
“Perfect,” he replies with a toothy grin.
If someone had told me a month ago that I would be hanging out with athletes and dating a quarterback, I would have had them committed because, clearly, they were insane.
It turns out I was the one in the wrong, and this is my life now, at least for the time being.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHASE
My permanent smile as I enter my apartment only grows when I find Gabe chilling on the couch with my best friend. I’m still riding on the high from our win, but an extra jolt of excitement rushes through my veins at the sight of the smile on my guy’s face.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Gabe says to Rio. They are both so enthralled in the story that neither hears me enter.
“Nope, the dare was just to run through the hall naked, but Chase has always been one to up the ante,” Rio tells him, and I chuckle at the memory.
People learned quickly not to dare me to do anything after I helicoptered my dick in front of the teacher’s lounge. I was suspended for that stunt, but it was totally worth it. I’m honestly surprised it didn’t earn me a better nickname, but what exactly would it be? Calling me Helicopter would be weird. Dare Devil would have been a cool nickname, but it’s too long. I guess that’s why they stuck with Ando.
“We all knew people were going to see my dick. I just gave them an extra show.” Both of the guys jump at my response, and I can’t help but laugh. When Rio glares at me, I lift my hands in surrender. “Hey, don’t give me those dagger eyes. I’m not the one who was so into the story he was telling that he didn’t hear his roommate getting home.”
Rio rolls his eyes, but Gabe chuckles. The sound fills me with warmth. Damn, I’m really into this guy.
“It was a great story. It’s hard not to get lost in it,” Gabe defends himself and my friend.
“Did you eat already?” I check with them, and they nod.
“We had a giant greasy pizza. It was amazing,” Rio moans the words out.
“It’s not nice to tease me like that,” I scold him teasingly. “I’m not off my athlete diet yet. We only have one game left of our regular season, but if all goes according to plan, we’ll be playing another five games after that and bringing home the championship. So, all I got for supper was chicken, veg, and rice.”
“You don’t ever cheat?” Gabe asks.
“Oh, I do. I just know I’ll feel like a bag of shit tomorrow if I do. Some things are worth cheating over, though.”
“He’ll never turn down a piece of chocolate cheesecake,” Rio informs him.
“I would die for chocolate cheesecake,” I tell him solemnly.
“Noted,” he responds with a smirk.
I head to my room quickly to drop off my bag, double-checking that it’s neat and tidy. Yes, Gabe has already seen it once, but I don’t need him thinking I’m some slob.
When I return, the guys are watching a show I’ve never seen before, but it seems cool, even if it also looks old. “What are you watching?” I inquire, plopping myself on the couch as close to Gabe as possible without crushing him.
“Doctor Who,” he replies with a big grin.
I wrap my arm around his shoulder, and he instantly leans into me. He feels so fucking good in my arms, like this is exactly where he’s meant to be. Like he was made to be with me. No one I’ve ever dated before felt this right.
“What is that?” I ask.
Gabe throws his head back and groans. “I know you guys are jocks, but how have neither of you heard of Doctor Who?”
“I’m actually pissed I didn’t know about it sooner. This show is the bomb,” Rio says.
I shrug. “You know me, I’ll try anything once. Bring on the doctor show.”
Gabe and Rio laugh, and we fall into a comfortable silence while watching the show.
By the end of the episode, I’m hooked and plead with Rio not to skip ahead of me. We are going to have to plan out many nights to watch the show. Apparently, it has thirty-nine seasons, and the first episode aired in 1963. Gabe said there are around nine hundred episodes for us to watch, which is insane, but I’m here for it. Bring on the binge-a-thon.
I fake a yawn as the credits finish playing, and Gabe lifts his chin to look at me.
“Tired already?” he checks.
“Maybe a little. Want to cuddle in my room?”
“Just say you want some alone time to be naked with your boyfriend,” Rio teases. “You don’t have to make up some lame excuse about being tired.”
“What if I really am tired?” I counter.
“I’ve known you for over two years. You are never tired this early.”
I could argue with him, but what would be the point? He isn’t wrong. So, I grab Gabe’s hand and pull him to my room.
“Have fun!” Rio shouts before I can shut the door.
When I look at Gabe, he has a weird look on his face that I can’t decipher. His cheeks are pink, which is normal for him, but his brows are pulled together, and he looks confused.
“What’s up?” I check.
He slowly shakes his head and looks at the floor. “It’s nothing.”
“You know you don’t have to hide from me, right? Did I say something wrong? Was I being too presumptuous? If you don’t tell me, I’m going to be running through every worst-case scenario in my head.”
A tiny smile pulls at his lips, and he finally meets my eyes. “It’s just that Rio called me your boyfriend.”
“Did you not like it?” I ask. Am I seeing us as something more than he is?
He shakes his head again. “No, I did like it, but I was a little shocked you didn’t say anything to him.”
I place my hand on his cheek and stroke it with my thumb. “I like you, Gabe, maybe more than I should for only knowing you for less than a month. I don’t mind people calling you my boyfriend. I actually like the title as long you’re okay with it. I know we’ve only been on two dates, but I don’t see me wanting to let you go any time soon.”
Gabe nibbles on his lower lip, staring into my eyes with this intense energy as if he’s trying to figure out whether I’m telling the truth. “I’m okay with it,” he eventually whispers.
A giant smile grows on my face, and I pull Gabe toward me, slanting my lips over his. He melts into me immediately, making my heart beat a little faster. Has anyone been so pliant with me before?
I keep one hand on his face while the other finds purchase on his hip, pulling him even tighter to me, not wanting any space between us. Gabe’s hands lift to my neck, his fingers caressing my skin, and his touch sends tingles of need throughout my entire body, but I’m not ready to rush into bed with him yet. I want to enjoy this moment for just a little bit longer.
Gabe’s tongue licks at the seam of my lips after a few simple kisses, and I gladly open for him, humming as his tongue laps at mine.
“You’re a good kisser,” Gabe tells me when we break for air.
I chuckle. “You’re not so bad yourself. Ready for some cuddling?” I wink, and he laughs.
“Depends what kind of cuddling you have in mind,” he replies with a sexy smirk.
I push my hips into his so he can feel how hard I am. “What kind do you want?”
He waggles his brows, then grabs my crotch. “This fun kind.”
I groan as the touch sends jolts of lust throughout my body. “Seems like we’re on the same page. Now strip. I want to taste you.”
He laughs but obeys my command. I take a moment to watch him before stripping out of my clothes. He’s so fucking hot that it has me throbbing, but it’s also more than that. He’s kind, odd, and different from anyone I’ve ever been with. This isn’t a casual fling for me, but how long will I actually be able to make this last?
Gabe wasn’t wrong to be nervous about us coming from two different worlds, but I’m too selfish to let him go now that I have him.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
GABRIEL
Chase stares at me with the same intensity he did the first time he saw me naked. The weight of his gaze makes me shiver a little.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, and I blush, something I can’t seem to stop, especially around Chase. I used to be super self-conscious about blushing as easily as I do. He doesn’t make fun of me for it, and it’s almost as if he likes it.
Taking a brave step forward, I place my hand on his chest. “You’re pretty sexy yourself,” I reply while allowing my fingers to trail down his torso, dancing through his treasure trail, following the path to the prize they are searching for.
When my fingers finally arrive at his hard cock, I wrap them around him and give a gentle yet firm squeeze.
“Jesus,” he pants out, causing the corners of my lips to turn upward.
Dropping to my knees, I stare up at him, loving the way his eyes darken when I lick at the slit of his leaking dick. “Mm…” I hum in appreciation, then lap at his crown. “You taste so fucking good, and I love how much you leak.”
I’ve never been a guy who leaks that much precum, but I love that Chase is. The salty and tangy yet oddly sweet taste coats my tongue, and I suck him into my mouth so I can savor the flavor some more. Humming around his length, I bob up and down, eliciting deep, guttural moans from the hot-as-sin quarterback. His hands fall to my head, and I’m desperate for him to take control and fuck my face, but I doubt he’s going to do that unless I give him permission, so I pull back with an audible pop, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room, and stare up at him.
“Will you fuck my face?” I request, which earns me a lust-filled growl.
“You have no idea how badly I want to do that, but I was also wondering if you wanted to try something more.”
I bite my lip and tilt my head to the side. “What do you have in mind?”
“I want to play with your ass. Can I finger fuck you while you suck my cock?” he requests. “That is if you’re into anal play. I’m okay if you’re not. There are other ways we can get off together.”
I chuckle while caressing his thigh. “I’m into anal play. I’m also a strict bottom, if that’s okay with you?”
Chase’s smile grows, and he nods. “I think I’m vers, but I prefer to top.”
“Looks like we are a perfect match then,” I reply.
“And you thought we wouldn’t have anything in common,” he teases, stepping away from me.
He opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube before sitting on the edge of his bed and tilting his head at me. “Come here, gorgeous.”
I crawl to him, not missing the way his breath hitches. A look of lust heats his face as his eyes track my every movement. “Fuck… you look so hot right now,” he whispers in a raspy voice.
When I’m between his legs, he grips my chin and pulls me up for a toe-curling kiss before gently removing my glasses and setting them on the nightstand. As he’s putting my glasses away, I get back into position and lap at his cock from root to tip. “Show me how talented those fingers are,” I tell him before opening my mouth and swallowing him down my throat.
“Holy shit,” he mutters.
The click of the cap on the bottle of lube fills my ears. I can’t help but wiggle my ass in the air in anticipation.
“Are you needy for me, baby?” he inquires, and I nod without letting him out of my mouth.
Chase leans over me, the new position, pressing him further into my mouth and burying my face in his pelvis. My lack of a gag reflex allows me to swallow around him, relishing the groan it pulls from him.
A moment later, a slippery finger starts to circle my pucker. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, then slowly slips his digit inside me. I moan around him as he gently slides his finger in and out of my tight channel. It’s been a while since I’ve played with myself and even longer since I’ve been with an actual partner. I’m kind of glad that Chase didn’t suggest we jump right into him fucking me tonight. I want that eventually, but I’d like to work up to it. He isn’t a small guy, and I don’t want to get hurt.
While I continue to bob up and down on Chase’s perfect dick, he slides in a second finger, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Fuck, it feels sooo good.
“Still want me to fuck your face, baby?” he asks, panting just as heavily as I am. I nod, desperate for him to use me. “Tap my leg if it gets too much. You’re so fucking perfect,” he praises before bucking his hips and lodging his cock deep into the back of my throat. I swallow around him, and he lets out a deep, guttural groan.
I love being able to make him sound like that.
Chase fucks my face like I requested, using my throat for his pleasure. It makes me a little lightheaded but in the best possible way. Each time he hits the back of my throat, I swallow, allowing the muscles to constrict around him, enjoying the way he groans. Every once in a while, he slows his punishing thrusts, allowing me to take control so I can breathe briefly before taking back the reins and owning me. It’s the best thing ever.
“I’m fucking close, baby,” he tells me, angling his now three fingers inside me to probe my prostate, causing me to cry out. “You can stroke yourself if you need to, but I’d really like you to come in my mouth after.” His voice is husky as he makes the request, and I know that’s exactly what I want.
I don’t bother telling him I’m in complete agreement. I simply keep sucking, desperate for his release. At that moment, he loses his control, fucking my face with everything he has. His fingers slow while he focuses on his impending orgasm, but I don’t mind. I love how he’s acting like a caveman and giving me everything he has.
Chase bites his knuckle, his hips jerking in short, deep thrusts when he comes down my throat, trying to cover the roar that rips past his lips. With his free hand, he presses the back of my head into him, making it hard to breathe, but I don’t care as I swallow everything he gives me with a heady feeling that I was able to make him come so hard.
Once he’s spent, he slides out of me, pulling his finger from my ass at the same time, leaving me feeling a little empty and missing the connection. Then, with shaky hands, he lifts me, sets me on the bed, and switches places with me. “Time to give me that load,” he states, then takes me into his hot, wet mouth.
He’s quick to hollow his cheeks, suctioning me between his needy lips, causing me to gasp. “Fuck,” I breathe out, and it’s hard to tell without my glasses, but I’m pretty sure Chase is smiling at me.
