FLAG ON THE PLAY
The small restaurant on the Upper East had a very upbeat vibe. “Big Girls Don’t Cry” by Frankie Valli was playing. The catchy little tune helped to ease the anxiety I felt. It had been two days since Santiago had been a complete over-the-top angry asshole. The team was playing their first game of the season in just three days' time. He had been calling me repeatedly, but I didn’t have anything to say. I didn’t like being handled. I was a man, and he was treating me like a child by telling me who I could or couldn’t speak with.
“Hey,” Dakota spoke as he took a seat across from me.
I nodded, “Hey. I’m glad you could make it.”
He smiled at me. His smile was so beautiful. It matched his gorgeous face. “I’m glad you invited me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever hear from you after Hen snatched you off the dance floor the other night.”
I briefly looked away and then back at him. He seemed to be so full of life. All this positive energy just flowed from and around him.
“That’s why I asked you here. Santiago wants me to keep away from you. Why would he want that?”
He blew his breath, “Why does Hen do half the shit he does? He’s a textbook narcissist.”
“That’s one way to describe him.”
“Oh,” he asked with an eyebrow raised, “what’s another way to describe him?”
“He’s gentle and passionate. He tries to make people feel comfortable and doesn’t judge them.”
He laughed, “Did he make you feel comfortable when he enticed you to fuck me?”
His words stung a bit. I should have seen that coming and yet I didn’t. It left me speechless. There was no way to answer without making Santiago look bad.
“Well,” he asked. He wanted my answer to his question. I couldn’t give him the opportunity to take another dig.
“That’s neither here nor there. You asked for my opinion of him, and I gave it honestly. Now it’s your turn to answer me honestly. Why does he want me to stay away from you?” I made sure he could hear just how serious I was.
“Fine,” he said as he leaned in closer to the table as if he were about to whisper something top secret. “Hen knows you’re a heartthrob, Tyson. He wants you all to himself. I can’t blame him. I’d be the same way, only I’d be more passionate and caring.”
I blushed, “You think I’m a heartthrob?”
“I have eyes. Anyone can see that. Just like anyone can see, you’re a little bit smitten by me.”
I choked on his words. He had gagged me quite effortlessly. There was this look in his eyes. I recognized it. It was the same look he had given me when I slid inside him that day. He had given it to me at the club as well. Most importantly, it was the same look that Santiago gave me every time he laid eyes on me.
I finally understood Santiago’s anger and jealousy. He could see what I hadn’t been able to. Dakota wanted me. It was confusing because I had witnessed Dakota ride Santiago like a wild beast in the throes of passion.
“Shouldn’t I be the one jealous of you? I saw you and Santiago in bed that night.”
“Naw,” he said as he shook his head. “I liked being fucked. That’s the truth. I found Hen hot, but I’ve always been a guy who has wanted more from the person I’m with. I look at Hen, and I see a good time, not a long time. Full disclosure. If I ever get the chance to make you mine, I’ll take it in a heartbeat.”
I tried to contain my flattery, “You don’t even know me.”
“I don’t know you, but when I feel something, I just go for it. I won’t disrespect what you have or don’t have with Hen. I will, however, let you know that I care about knowing you more than having a good time with you. So, enough of this serious stuff. Tell me a fun fact about you.”
“I’m into athletes,” I stammered to get it out.
“Hmm, that’s good to know. Tell me something with a little bit more substance. Like for instance, I’m the first one in my family to graduate college.”
“You have your degree?”
“Yes, bachelor’s degree in business administration. I think about getting my MBA sometimes.”
“That’s good, Koda.”
“Koda? I have a nickname now?” He blushed just a little when he asked.
I laughed, “Stop.”
“Tell me your fun fact, Tyson.”
“I minored in Art History. I wanted to be an artist, but my parents didn’t see that as a life in which I could make money. My dad always pushed me towards sports, but I was never any good. So, I told myself this was my dream. I said it so much I convinced myself that it was my dream. I fuckin’ hate it. I never told a single soul that.”
“I’m honored you told me,” he said with a devious smirk.
Before I could ask anything, we were interrupted by a hand that slammed down on the edge of the table. We both looked up, and our eyes cast upon Santiago. He was the last person I had expected to see.
“What did the doc tell you that’s got you so honored,” he asked Dakota.
“Seriously? Of all the fuckin places you could be at. You had to pick this one.” I’m sure I sounded annoyed. I was extremely annoyed. “There’s like five thousand restaurants in the city.”
Santiago answered with a smile, “Thirteen thousand, actually. This one just so happens to be Jessica’s favorite.”
I looked past him. Jessica was sitting at a table in a corner. She was staring daggers at me. I could tell she was disappointed that Santiago wasn’t at the table with her.
“She looks pissed,” Dakota warned.
“I can understand why. She’s dealing with a spoiled child,” I added.
“Wow. Guess that explains why you’ve been avoiding my calls. You still mad about the club?”
“As a matter of fact, I am. You don’t seem to care that you piss off people in your life, but I guess since that’s not one of the rules, you don’t give a shit. I’m growing bored of this whole conversation.”
I stood from the table, thanked Dakota for meeting me, and walked away. Santiago called out after me, but I was far too upset to talk with him. It drove me mad that he didn’t get why I was upset. I’m a grown-ass man, and he felt like he could control me like a child.
***
That night, I was sitting at home watching old episodes of the show “Scandal.” There was a knock at the door. I could tell it was Santiago by the way he knocked. There was never even a thought about not answering. I opened the door, and he was standing there with these puppy-dog eyes, holding some cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery.
“I come in peace,” he said as he handed the cupcakes over.
“Fine,” I said as I took the bag, “they better all be for me.”
“I was hoping we could share at least one, Papi.”
He stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him. I flopped down on the sofa. He massaged the temples of his head for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” his voice strained.
“Why do you sound like that?”
“Bad headache. I guess I’m nervous. You make me nervous. I don’t know what to say sometimes.”
“Come sit,” I pointed between my legs as I spread them.
“On the floor,” he asked.
“Didn’t you just say you had a headache?”
Puzzled, he replied, “Yeah.”
“Then come sit your big ass down. Don’t make me say it again.”
“Damn! You’re so demanding. Fuck! You push and push, and I like it more and more,” he said as he walked over and sat between my legs.
I began to massage his scalp, and he let out a light moan. His entire body relaxed under my touch—little goosebumps formed on the back of his neck. My giant quarterback was suddenly like pudding in my magical hands.
“That feels so good,” he moaned.
“This why you really came here,” I playfully asked.
“I know I have anger issues. I know that I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“Then why’d you do it?”
“My old man was a drunk. I would watch him get mad with my mom about things that were out of her control. A guy would look at her, and it was her fault. He’d beat her. I’d try to protect her, and instead, I’d get my ass beat. My old man was a tough son of a bitch, you know. Later, my mom would find me and say, “It’s alright, Mijo Papa just loves us.”
He stopped speaking for a moment. He took a deep breath and then exhaled. His body trembled slightly as he went through those traumatic memories.
“It wasn’t love, but I grew up thinking that. I’m not saying I love you. I’m drawn to you in a way I don’t understand. Shit drives me crazy. I know I say and do shit like I got it all together, but honestly, you make me do stupid stuff, and the idea of someone else being close to you makes me angry. I will work on it, but I don’t want you to wander off. I know eventually you will. That’s what always happens, but not yet. I just want you to be mine for a little while longer.”
For the first time, I had a clear understanding of him. He was just as confused as I was. He was so used to being in control and not being challenged by the people in his life. I pushed him and made him feel things. It was obvious that it scared him.
“Okay,” I said.
“Yeah,” he asked as he turned around. His big dark eyes were watery.
“Yeah, but you have to understand that Dakota is my friend and my friend only. I will not be told what to do. You have to trust me. I trust you, so return the favor. I’ve agreed to be your side piece. Trust me, Santiago.”
“I trust you. I’m sorry I upset you. I will work on not being so angry.”
His vulnerability was incredibly sexy. I felt like we had just crossed a major milestone in our little setup. I wasn’t asking him to leave Jessica or anything. I just wanted freedom to be able to live a life without jealousy and anger. Those fat pink lips of his drew me in. I couldn’t deny what I wanted. I kissed him, and he kissed me back. That night, we made out on the floor.
NIGHT BEFORE THE 1ST GAME
Make it good. Her words echoed through both of their minds. Todd wanted it more than anything. He’d wanted Santiago since he first laid eyes on him at the club. Santiago, for his part, was only doing what he had to do in order to protect his secret. Jessica had laid all the cards out on the table. She was pissed and out for blood. Santiago had embarrassed her the night he pulled Tyson off the dance floor at the club. She could sense she was losing him, and she needed to act fast and ensure she killed any chance of Tyson coming between her and Santiago.
“Do it, Hen. Fuck him for me. You know how much I love to watch.” Her words were so calculated. She was exactly who he had known for her to be.
Santiago slipped off his robe. He hated himself for agreeing to her demands. His naked body unraveled before Todd’s eyes. The blond twink couldn’t get over how gorgeous Santiago was. He never in a million years thought he’d get his hands on the pro baller, but now here he was about to have the night of his life. His eyes traveled over and down every muscle of Santiago’s body. His mouth watered with anticipation of being able to touch him and play with him.
“He’s even more gorgeous naked,” Todd thought to himself.
Todd’s eyes moved slowly down Santiago’s body. Finally, he saw what he longed for. Santiago's long, uncut cock dangled between his legs. Even in its flaccid state, it was an impressive sight. It was thick and beautiful. The head was hidden from view, and Todd couldn’t wait to bring it out of its shell.
Santiago took in Todd’s lean, naked body. He had to admit the guy was nice-looking and had a very well-defined body. Anyone would be lucky to fuck Todd, but he wasn’t the type Santiago usually went for. He could tell by the look in Todd’s eyes that he was ready for it. He knew Todd wanted him. He had heard his remarks and seen his over-the-top flirty moments the few times he was around Tyson. The mere thought of Tyson made Santiago’s cock surge with blood.
Todd licked his lips when he saw Santiago’s cock twitch and expand slightly. The beefy man stepped onto the bed with one clear mission in his mind. He wanted it all over with as soon as possible. Santiago stood above Todd with a towering presence that could make anyone nervous. Only Todd wasn’t nervous. He was confident in his skills and talents.
Todd wrapped his hand around Santiago’s cock. The athlete flinched, and that fueled Todd’s desires. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the head of Santiago’s perfect cock. The first taste of his skin sent Todd into a sexual frenzy. He wanted more. He began to suck on his dick. His head moved back and forth.
Santiago moaned, “Oh fuck!”
Santiago couldn’t lie. The blow job was top-tier, and his dick quickly responded. He swelled almost instantly in Todd’s mouth. The twink took all of Santiago’s dick down his throat. He deep-throated him and held it in his mouth. The measure was impressive and fucking amazing. The warmth and power of Todd’s throat made him moan. Todd felt proud of himself. He had just made a star moan like a bitch with his mouth alone.
The pleasure Santiago was feeling pushed out any and all thoughts of Tyson. Santiago ran his hand down Todd’s smooth back and through his slightly parted cheeks. His finger grazed Todd’s puckered hole. He could tell just by touch that Todd had a hungry hole.
Todd pushed his ass back. He wanted Santiago to play with his hole. The thought of having those massive fingers in his tiny little hole drove him mad with lust. Santiago looked across the room at Jessica. She was sitting in the corner with her legs spread and running her fingers across her swollen pussy lips. She was hot and bothered by the sight in front of her.
He did it for her. He pushed his finger inside Todd’s hole. The boy moaned with a mouth full of cock. That was what Todd wanted. He loved the feeling of his hole being stretched by those thick fingers. He rocked back and forth. He wanted more of it.
Santiago had other plans. He pulled away and moved directly behind Todd. He took a handful of his cheeks and spread them. He swiped his thick tongue across Todd’s hole, and the boy yelped in pleasure and shock. Santiago pushed his tongue inside of Todd and began to eat his ass like it was Jessica’s pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Todd moaned out. “Eat me. Eat that fucking ass.”
Santiago buried his tongue deep inside of him. He wiggled his face as he slurped on his hole. It was a tasty treat that pulled you in. Todd’s insides were a warm velvet texture. His pussy tasted like a sweet cake batter. All either one of them thought about was the sexual energy that they now needed to release. They were going to use each other for their own simple pleasure. Nothing else mattered but the sex.
Feeling like they were ready for the next logical step, Santiago positioned his cock right at Todd’s hole. He pushed, and it opened like a flower. Todd’s ass opened, and his walls wrapped around the head. Santiago slid his entire length inside of him. It was like a fiery pit. His dick loved it. He started to move his hip and fuck Todd.
Todd let out a string of moans as Santiago began to plow into his guts. His hole felt stuffed and stretched. He bit down on the spread as his body quickly began to turn red. He couldn’t hide how he felt. The dick was good, and he wanted more. Santiago began to fuck him hard. He picked up his pace and moved in and out of him.
“Oh, my fucking God,” cried Todd.
His hole began to make noises that were sloppy and erotic. As Santiago pounded him, his ass cheeks clapped. Santiago pulled, flipped him on his back, lifted him upside down, and shoved his dick back in him. He fucked him with this aggressive rage. He plowed into him deeper and deeper. It was painful but good. It was brutal but right. Todd took it all in stride. He cheered Santiago on as he got fucked and stretched out. Santiago hadn’t been in some ass since he started sleeping with Tyson. His dick, mind, and body welcomed the change.
“Kiss me. Please,” Todd begged. “Please kiss me.”
Santiago pulled out of him. Todd’s body fell onto the bed. He looked at him with a bit of hesitation. Then he leaned down, and their lips touched. They kissed, albeit briefly; it was a kiss. Santiago put Todd on his side. He needed to fuck some more. He lifted the man’s leg and slid his throbbing member back inside of him. He started to fuck his hole with just the tip of his cock. He moved in and out over and over again. He was teasing him with it. Todd’s hole tried to clench Santiago’s dick each time.
Todd didn’t want to play. He wanted to be fucked, so he took matters into his own hand. He moved away and then quickly hopped on Santiago. He straddled him so he could ride that cock. He eased down on Santiago’s cock. Santiago started fuck up into him. He placed his hands on Todd’s cheeks and pounded him.
“That’s what the fuck you wanted,” he asked aggressively.
“Fuck yes,” Todd screamed.
Todd began to bounce up and down on Santiago’s dick. Each time he came down, it felt like it was hitting a new spot in his ass. His ass cheeks bounced like a volleyball. In the corner, you could hear Jessica’s moans and her fingers digging into her wet pussy. The muscles in Todd’s ass tightened around Santiago’s dick.
Santiago lifted Todd up. He shocked the boy with his display of strength. Todd found himself face-first flat on the bed. Santiago slid his dick into him, going balls deep. He liked to fuck men as they lay flat on their stomachs. He had the most power and control in that position.
“Take my fuckin’ cock, bitch.” The words came out with vicious power.
He piston in and out of Todd’s wrecked hole. Todd screamed and cried in pleasure. His hole sounded like a cesspool of bodily fluids. Santiago's power fucked him into the mattress. Those big balls slammed into Todd’s taint over and over. His cock hit new depths. Each stroke made Todd’s ass clench tighter and tighter. It seemed as if there was no end in sight. Then it came.
“Fuck,” Santiago exclaimed.
He pulled his cock out and shot ropes of hot cum across Todd’s back. Todd smiled as he felt the cum splatter across his back. Santiago took his dick and pushed it back inside Todd’s ass. The gooey tightness of Todd’s backside made Santiago’s cock twitch a few more times inside of him.
“Shit,” he said as he withdrew his deflated dick.
There was no afterglow for Santiago. The release had occurred, and he immediately felt horrible. He climbed out of bed and slipped his robe back on. He wondered how he’d be able to face Tyson.
“So, you tryin' to leave or what,” he asked without looking at Todd.
“Can I stay? I don’t think I can walk after that,” he laughed. “That was incredible. I figured it’d be good, but I didn’t know it’d be like that.” Todd was shocked and beyond satisfied.
“Yeah, well, it ain’t ever happening again,” Santiago said. His words were cold, and his attitude even colder.
“Okay.” Todd tried to sound like he wasn’t disappointed, but truthfully, he was.
Jessica spoke out, “Maybe he should stay, baby. Just let him stay for tonight. You put on a show and wore the poor boy out.”
“Fine. You both can stay. I’ll leave,” he replied with a bitterness that Jessica hadn’t seen before from him.
“Where are you going? To him? How will you look into his eyes after this,” she asked.
“The same way I look into yours.” His words cut like a knife straight to her heart.
Santiago didn’t waste any time leaving the penthouse. For the first time in a long time, he drove himself. He didn’t have any real place in particular, but once he pulled up out front, he knew it was where he wanted to be.
Tyson was awakened by the sound of someone knocking at the door. He opened the door and saw Santiago standing there. He looked lost in the world, and it broke Tyson’s heart to see him like that. Seeing Tyson was a relief. He was afraid that he wouldn’t have been able to face him, but he could.
“Santiago? What’s wrong,” he asked.
“I just,” he paused, “I just didn’t know where to go. Only place that makes me feel safe is with you.”
Tyson smirked, “Come in here.”
He entered the apartment and wrapped his arms around Tyson’s waist. Their eyes met with a perfect gaze. Their lips touched for a second, and their noses rubbed against one another. He truly felt safe, but he also felt horrible for what he had done.
“Can I say something really gay,” Santiago asked.
Tyson laughed, “Sure. Safe space. No judgment ever.”
“Can you just hold me tonight? Maybe kiss me, but that’s it.”
“I’d love to, and FYI, that wasn’t gay.”
With his eyebrow raised, Santiago asked, “It wasn’t?”
“No. That was human emotion. I liked it. A lot.”
Tyson took his hand and led him to the bedroom. He was careful not to pry, and instead, he decided to follow Santiago’s lead. He watched Santiago strip down naked, and Tyson followed his lead. They climbed into bed, and Tyson acted as the big spoon. He wrapped his arms around Santiago and held him close.
The comfort and warmth of Tyson’s body eased all of Santiago’s worries. He basked in the heat he felt from Tyson’s body. The air in his lungs expanded each time Tyson breathed. There was truly something there that made Santiago do things he’d never done with a guy before. He didn’t want to question it. He just wanted to live in it for the night.
Tyson whispered, “Not tonight because I’m enjoying this moment with you, but I want you to know that I’m ready to let you fuck me.”
Those words were the last thing Santiago had expected to hear. He rolled over in bed and looked Tyson in the eyes. It was obvious that there was truth behind his words. Tyson leaned in and kissed Santiago. Santiago returned the kiss. Their fingers intertwined, and Tyson rolled over on top of Santiago. They were falling for one another. Would they be able to withstand the truth? Only time could and would tell. After all, it was only the first flag on the play.
