When I woke up on Friday morning, I felt a little better and a whole lot worse.
Better, because despite where we’d left things, if we never said another word to each other, at least Blaine and I had some closure. It wasn’t great, it wasn’t fair, but it was what it was. It was better because I’d probably had the best sex of my life, and I was sore in all the right places. It was better because of what we’d shared—not just our bodies this time—but words we’d left unspoken for too long.
It was worse because I doubted, I’d see him again outside of school. Whatever was said and done in the heat of the moment probably wouldn’t hold in the light of day. It was worse because as great as the sex had been, it was most likely the last time. And it was worse because I already missed him more than I could stand.
Neither of us had said it was over, but he wasn’t ready. And, whether I liked it or not, I was out now and there was no going back. I might as well embrace it. I wouldn’t stop being myself for anyone, even if I loved them.
The day passed in a fog. The only bright side was that people seemed less interested in me. I still got some looks and whispers, but otherwise, they left me alone. I was grateful I only saw Blaine once, but he didn’t see me.
The weekend followed and I didn’t hear from Blaine. I wasn’t surprised, but it still hurt. Any lingering sense of hope I had from Friday morning had vanished.
By Monday, I was tired of feeling sorry for myself. So, it was over. What the fuck ever, I didn’t need to let it control my life. I knew the hurt wasn’t over—far from it—but I needed to move on.
I was standing outside my house waiting on the bus when Blaine’s truck stopped in front of me.
“Want a ride?” He said out the open window.
My mouth hung open, and I hesitated. “Um… Sure?”
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Just get in.”
Heart in my throat, I jumped into the cabin and we were on our way. Neither of us spoke as we pulled out of the neighborhood. All I could hear was the thump, thump, thump in my ears.
Blaine cleared his throat. I couldn’t look at him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t reach out this weekend, I just needed to think.”
I fiddled with my shirt. “That’s all right.” My unspoken question hung in the air as I stared out the window.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice low.
As much as I didn’t want to, I turned my head. His eyes were soft, even though his hands strained against the steering wheel, making his knuckles white. Was he as nervous as I was?
“I’m, uh,” he sighed. “I’m not ready to come out, man.”
My heart sank. What was I expecting? “I’d never ask you to. You don’t need to explain yourself to me. It’s like I said Friday night—”
“Just a second,” he said. “Let me finish. I’m not ready to come out, but I want to be with you. I don’t know what that looks like, but I know I can’t be away from you any longer. You’re my best friend, and I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you, bro.” He shook his head, chuckling. “Fuck, that feels so weird to say. This is nuts.”
My ears were ringing. Was this really happening? I was smiling before I even realized it, which was stupid. I still didn’t see how this was going to work.
“You know I feel the same way about you,” I said.
An adorable blush highlighted his cheeks. “Yeah.”
I had to force myself to calm down, I was practically vibrating in my seat.
“But how is this going to work?” I finally asked. “People might talk if they see us together. You say you want to be with me, but you also don’t even know what you are yet and I don’t want to hide who I am.”
A divot formed between his eyebrows. “And I don’t want you to. Honestly, Lyle, I have no idea how this will work. But I can promise you one thing. You’re my friend, and if anyone has a problem with us hanging out, they can fuck right off. I’m not abandoning you again.”
I was smiling again. Fuck. “That’s… that’s very sweet man, but are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “No matter what. Even if,” he gestured between us, “whatever this is doesn’t end up working, I’m still going to be your friend. I may not know what the fuck I am, but you do, and I’ll be god damned if I’m going to let anyone treat you differently.”
“Thank you,” I said with a breath, too touched to say much else.
“All I’m saying is, I want us to take some time to figure this out. But I don’t want anything else to change. I want to hang out with you, at school and at home. I want us to be together. But what do you want, Lyle?”
I bit my lip. “I know I don’t want to get hurt.”
His face turned serious. “I don’t want that either.”
I sat up straight. “Maybe we try not to overthink it. We can take it a day at a time.”
“I can do that.”
“And if it gets too much for you, no matter what, just be honest with me. Don’t freeze me out again.”
“That’s fair.”
His hand was resting between us. Slowly, I placed mine over his, holding my breath. He wasted no time lacing his fingers in mine. When I looked up, he was smiling.
“One day at a time,” he said.
There was so much more to say, but we could figure that out later. Right now, this was all I needed. Blaine didn’t say it, but I knew he felt the same way.
When we parked, Blaine started chuckling.
“What?” I asked, grabbing my bag on the floor. My hand already felt cold without his in it.
“You love me.”
“Yeah, so?”
He smiled. “It’s just crazy how happy that makes me.”
Blaine walked with me to every class, even if his class was on the opposite side of the building. Surprisingly, it didn’t feel any different than it had from the beginning. Two best friends walking the halls, talking shit, and making jokes. Maybe it could really be that simple.
If people were looking at us, I didn’t notice.
I was in line at lunch, keeping to myself when Blaine stepped next to me.
“Come with me,” he said into my ear.
He didn’t wait for me to agree and I ran after him, glancing left and right to make sure no one was watching.
“Hurry up, slow ass,” he said as we rounded hallways making our way to the gym. When we got to the door outside the boys locker room, I stopped.
“We’re going in here?”
He was wearing my favorite smile—the devious one. “Yeah, why?”
I worried, momentarily, that this was all part of an elaborate scheme to get me away from a crowd so he and his friends could jump me. But the look on his face stopped that thought in its tracks.
Sighing, I followed him inside. We stopped behind two rows of royal blue lockers.
“What are we doing here?” I whispered. Every noise we made echoed.
His grin widened, and he knocked on the locker in front of him. Number 143. “I want you.”
I huffed. “What? Here?”
He nodded.
Despite the curling heat in my gut, I crossed my arms. “This is awfully public. I mean, someone could come in at any moment.”
Shrugging, he grabbed my hand, pushing it against his cock, already half hard beneath his pants. He leaned into me and winked. “Which just makes it that much fucking hotter.”
I shivered. “Who knew you were such an exhibitionist.”
“It’s pretty new to me too,” he said. “But I like it.”
I weighed the pros and cons while Blaine moved my hand against him, his dick practically jumping at my hand. I don’t know why I was wasting time. I’d never tell him no.
We kissed, a brief sweep of soft pillowed lips, and swapping tongues before Blaine pulled away.
“Fuck. As much as I love kissing you, there’s no time. Here.” Slipping off his backpack, he pulled something white from the front pocket. “Aren’t you curious why I picked this locker?” He asked, holding whatever he’d retrieved behind his back and raising an eyebrow.
Actually, I hadn’t, too distracted from the idea of having sex with him in the boys locker room in the middle of the fucking day. I maneuvered my hand under his pants so I could grip him fully and he hissed. I smiled, loving his reaction.
Glancing at the locker in question, I asked, “No. Why?”
He angled his head. “It’s Eli’s.”
My hand stopped moving. “Eli as in your friend, Eli?”
“Mmhm,” he said, dragging his teeth along his bottom lip. “And who said you could stop?”
Blushing, I picked up my rhythm against his cock. I was painfully hard now, a wet spot forming in my pants.
“Fuck,” I said.
My hand still down his pants, Blaine slid open the locker. “I wanna fuck you right in front of it and I want you to blow your load inside while I fill you up.”
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My other hand was down my pants now, stroking us in time. “God,” I said, nervous laughter in my throat. “That’s so fucked up.”
“Isn’t it, though? But wait.” I’d almost forgotten what he’d grabbed from his backpack when he presented it to me. “This is also Eli’s,” he said, a wicked grin denting his cheeks, “and I want you to wear it while I fuck you.”
In his hand was a rather worn looking jock strap. Instantly, my cock kicked in my pants.
“Seriously?” I asked, giving him a long stroke.
He moaned. “Fuck yeah.”
“Is it clean?”
“I hope not,” he said.
“Fuck.”
I didn’t waste time thinking about it, checking my watch. We had fifteen minutes till lunch was over, and who knew when someone could walk in? I dropped my pants, slipping into Eli’s jock strap and giving it a quick snap at the waist. It covered my dick, pressing it against me. I felt filthy, knowing how sweaty and used it probably was. It only turned me on more. Blaine watched me, lowering his pants just enough so that his dick hung out, stroking it eagerly.
“Now what?” I asked, my eyes glazed.
“Bend over. Grip the sides of the locker for me, babe.”
I went lax, doing as he instructed, the cold metal digging into my hands. The smell of leftover sweat and body odor burned in my throat and I couldn’t get enough.
Blaine spit and a second later I felt two of his fingers pressing into my hole, breaching the tight ring. I gasped and Blaine hushed me with a chuckle. He made a few more passes, crooking a finger and sending a jolt up my spine.
“Awe,” I said when his fingers came out for the last time.
“Hang on,” he said. He spit again and pressed the slick head of his cock against me. “We gotta be quick,” he whispered. “And quiet.”
I nodded, impatient with need. “Just fuck me.”
Despite the urgency of the situation, Blaine tried to take his time, pushing in gently so as not to hurt me. When a moan slipped free, he bent over me and wrapped his hand around my mouth.
When he bottomed out, I let go of my breath. He pulled out only briefly, before driving it in again, deeper this time. I bit into my lip, relishing the feel of his hand over my mouth, sticking out my tongue to lick at his palm.
“Fuck, you feel better and better each time I get in this ass.”
My words made no sense against his hand, but when he chuckled, I was sure he understood what I was trying to say.
He picked up the pace, careful to not go too hard and not make too much noise. It was loud anyway as our bodies collided. Eventually, Blaine leaned back, gripping hips that were still bruised from his hands.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, dropping my head. “Jesus, fuck me harder.”
Blaine twisted the strap of Eli’s jockstrap in his hand, rearing back and bucking into me. When he grazed my prostate my legs started to shake. I couldn’t even lift my hand, my only view of the ground and his shadow self pounding into me, jeans a puddle around his ankles.
He grunted, sawing into me. “Cum with me, Lyle,” he said, breathless. “Blow your load all over Eli’s stuff. Mark it for me babe.”
“Ohhh fffffff,” was all I could say, moving the fabric of the jockstrap out of my way and grabbing hold of my dick.
Blaine bucked harder, no longer able to stay quiet. I didn’t care. Let people walk in. I wanted them to see us. Two animals rutting it out.
“Get ready,” he warned the tale-tell sign of him about to cum in his erratic movements. In the end, we timed it just right, muffled moans as his dick pulsed inside me and I blew thick hot jets into Eli’s locker, coating the discarded jersey and used pair of shoes—leaving a dripping mess down the side of the locker door.
We stayed that way for a few seconds, him still inside me, breathing deeply before the reality of the situation crashed around us.
“Shit,” I said, laughing as Blaine slipped out of me. He was chuckling wildly.
“Come the fuck on,” he said. “We gotta hurry.”
I dressed faster than I ever had before, unable to even clean up any excess cum Blaine left dripping down my leg. When we’d finished I held Eli’s jockstrap in my hand.
“What do we do with this?”
He shrugged. “Put it back where I found it.”
Winking, he threw it inside the locker, right on top of a puddle of my cum, drying against Eli’s shoes.
I drew a hand down my face. “That’s so fucked up.”
“Meh,” he said. “He deserved it.”
We left the locker room laughing, and as the bell rang we were walking the halls like nothing ever happened.
“How do you feel?” I asked, worried as usual that everything had changed post-orgasm.
He glanced at me. “What do you mean?”
“I dunno. You always seem a little distant afterwards.”
He stared down the hall for a second, biting his lip. “I’m sorry about that. You shouldn’t have to worry like that.”
“Well, I do.”
He stopped, staring at me head on. “I feel the same way I did this morning. Better, even, now that I got some revenge on that punk ass.”
“That’s good,” I said, chuckling. Even though I was skeptical, I didn’t miss how his demeanor hadn’t changed. It seemed like he really was better—like a weight had been lifted.
Blaine put a hand on my shoulder, briefly. “I meant what I said, Lyle. I want to make this work. I want you.”
I looked at my feet on instinct. “I want that to. More than anything.”
“I know it’s hard for you to believe me,” he said. “I just hope I can prove it to you.”
Taking a deep breath, I said. “One day at a time?”
“One day at a time.”
Three Months Later…
“You sure you don’t want me to at least shower first?”
Blaine was slumped in his office chair, legs out in front of him, socked feet in my lap. He was still in his baseball uniform, mud coating the sides of his legs, a swipe of dirt on his left cheek. The soft curl at the ends of his hair was sticking out from beneath his ball cap, which was also smudged.
“Absolutely not,” I said, running my finger up and down the sole of his foot.
“You’re so fucking nasty,” he said, winking at me.
“And you fucking love it.”
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
He’d just played three hours in the Oklahoma heat. Three. Hours. I knew because I’d been there, like I was at every game, even though I hate sports. But that’s what you do for your boyfriend, right?
God, it was so crazy to call us that. There were days I still couldn’t believe it was true. The past three months had been a whirlwind, and not all of it was easy. But we were still here.
“Well?” He asked, arching a brow. “You gonna make me wait all day or what?”
I kept playing with his foot, pinching one of his toes. “You don’t like it when I tease you?”
He bit his lip, rubbing at the thick ridge of his cock. “There’s a time and a place. And you know how horny I am after a game.”
“Mm, all those hot sweaty guys changing in the locker rooms.” I moaned softly, my cock pressing against where his heel dug into my crotch. Seeing my reaction, he twitched his foot, kicking me playfully with the other.
“That’s you, babe. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the reward waiting for me when I got home. You’re the one who wants to be a slut for the whole team.”
I chuckled, lifting his foot so I could slip the sock off. “And you’d be the one watching.”
“I’d let them pass you around in a circle until you were spent and covered in cum, you little whore.”
“Mm,” I said, letting the fantasy play out in my head. I loved it when he talked dirty to me, especially when it was about our mutual fantasies. We hadn’t done anything yet, though, but I imagined it was only a matter of time. We did have one three-way, however. He’d convinced me to try it with a girl from another school, and I agreed almost instantly. Blaine decided he was bisexual, and I wasn’t going to deprive him of his other appetites, so long as there were rules. I wanted to be there. Of course, he used that opportunity for me to try something new. I’ll admit, it was pretty hot, though it only solidified how strictly dickly I was. But seeing him with someone else—especially a girl—was insanely erotic, even if it made me jealous. Weird, right?
In the end, he got bored of her. After she left, he throat fucked me for forty-five minutes and then drilled me into the wall for another hour, whispering about how it felt fucking pussy while I watched.
It was the top three hottest encounters we’d shared so far. No regrets.
He licked his lips, moving to unbutton his pants.
“Huh uh,” I said, clicking my tongue. “Not yet.”
He made a show of pouting. “Well, hurry up.”
My dick strained underneath his feet, but I ignored it. Every once in a while, I got to be in charge, and I liked making him wait. It made the reward that much sweeter.
“Patience,” I said, putting his left foot down, and tearing his other sock off. Placing both of his feet to my face, I inhaled. “God, you stink,” I moaned. He answered with a growl, smashing his feet against me, toes making a pass over my mouth.
I caught one ankle and winked, taking his big toe, salty with sweat in between my lips.
“Mmfff,” he said, gripping himself over the nylon fabric.
I followed suit with the rest of his toes, taking time on each one, twirling my tongue in between them—stuffing the whole set into my mouth. I let my mouth go lax as I stuffed them deeper, making me gag while I pulled my stiff cock out from my shorts.
When he pulled out, a stream of saliva followed.
“Hey, no fair,” he said, switching feet and twirling his toes in front of me, grazing my lips. “How come you get to jerk off?”
I smiled, drunk off the smell of him. I trapped his big toe in between my teeth. “Because I said so.”
Extending my tongue, I ran it up and down over the soul of his foot, placing light kisses over the top. I traced the thick veins running over the tendon and bone. I had to let go of my dick to grab both sides, rubbing it gently while I lapped at his toes and the top half of his foot like a dog.
He shivered. “Fuck, why is this so hot?”
I grinned, giving his toes some attention.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned, practically humping his hand.
I was jerking off again. “That’s the idea.”
“Get the fuck up here,” he said, gritting his teeth.
Snickering, I gave both feet a final kiss and rose, dropping my shorts and ripping off my shirt. Still fully clothed, aside from the bare feet, Blaine watched me—his chest rising and falling in rapid motion.
I motioned for him to stand. He didn’t hesitate, nipping at my neck while I unbuttoned the tight-fitting shirt and let it fall to the ground, exposing the sun-kissed skin beneath. He’d been working out more, and his body had considerably tightened.
He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and I nearly collapsed, grabbing onto his heavy shoulders for support. I felt him laugh against my skin.
When I nudged him back, he fell against the desk and I pressed soft kisses to his collarbone. Traveling south, I extended my tongue, tasting the saltiness of his skin, swirling my tongue around his tightened nipples. I ran my hand over the soft hairs lining his belly button.
His hands fell at his sides and I had to swat them away when they tried to release his dick.
“Ugh,” he said. He was smiling though when I glanced up.
“Arms up,” I said, when I rose, biting his chin.
Lowering myself, I let my tongue trace the outline of his ribcage. I was hungry by the time I reached his armpit.
“That’s right, babe,” Blaine said. “You know you want to. Get in there.”
Moaning, I wrapped my hands around his straining bicep and buried my nose in between the damp hairs under his arm. I was enveloped by the musky scent of his sweat, drunk with it as I licked and sucked on his hair—biting the muscle under his shoulder.
“You’re making the other one jealous,” he urged.
I made a jumbled sound once I switched arms. “You smell so fucking manly, babe.”
“I can’t wait to taste it on you,” he said.
I don’t know how long it was before he lost control. I was too lost in the fog of his scent to notice, until he gripped both sides of my head, locking eyes briefly before his tongue plunged down my throat, flipping me around so my back was pressed against the desk.
He licked and sucked, bit and moaned against me. His lips were frantic, hands on my body like they couldn’t get enough of me. Any sounds I made were swallowed down his throat.
When we parted he shoved me to the floor, pinning my forehead to the back of the mattress with his palm. Dazed, my eyes were unfocused as I watched him rip his pants apart, pulling them down and then off—legs kicking wildly before his feet were free.
He slapped his cock against my forehead, grazing my lips in a tease, always out of reach. It was my turn to pout.
“Yeah?” He asked. “You want my big cock?”
I nodded, desperate.
He gave my cheek a slap with his free hand. “Say you want it. Beg for it, you little fucking slut.”
“Please,” I mumbled around his slick head where it rested on my bottom lip. I tried to catch it in my mouth, but he kept it moving. “Please give it to me.”
“You need it?”
“I need it so bad.”
He slapped me again, hard this time. It rang me like a bell but that only spurred me on. This is what I meant when I said the reward was worth teasing him as long as possible.
“Beg, bitch.”
“Please, babe,” I whined. “Please give me your big cock. I need it down my throat. I need it now.”
Blaine smiled, caressing my cheek for only a second. He was on the bed in a flash, crouching on the edge and balanced on both feet. I had a brief second to take a deep breath, before he buried his cock down my throat, balls deep.
I choked, spit dripping down the sides of my mouth. Blaine moaned loudly, and I was grateful his parents weren’t home. I didn’t have any time to adjust before he was pounding my throat. I didn’t have anywhere to go, trapped as I was, but I didn’t care. I was in heaven as he claimed my throat, the head of his cock abusing the back of my mouth like I was his personal fleshlight.
“Oh fuck, babe,” he said from somewhere above me. “That’s it, take my cock.”
I moaned around the intrusion, eyes watering, gagging while he used me. When he finally pulled out I coughed, choking on my breath.
He took my chin in his hand and kissed me softly. He nodded. “Up. I want you to eat my ass.”
“Yes sir,” I said.
Laying on my back, I watched as he crouched over me. I spread his ass wide as he sat down on my face, taking my time and licking a straight line from his taint to the top of his ass.
“Mmm,” I said.
“Fuck yeah, baby.”
Inhaling, I bit the side of his cheek and dove back in—swirling my tongue around the tight ring of his hole.
“Fffff,” was all I said when I felt his hot wet mouth seal around the head of my dick, causing my body to jerk. He’d only just recently began giving me head, and it was still a shock. To be fair, he wasn’t very good at it, but it was hot as fuck just knowing he was doing it.
He didn’t go very deep before he gagged, but the wet slurping suction was doing crazy things to me. I dug in deeper, kissing his hole, pressing in with my tongue—making him squirm.
Blaine came off my dick with a pop, turning around and kissing me quick.
“On your stomach.”
He was impatient, lifting me off the bed and throwing me down. I heard the sound of a bottle cap clicking and the feel of his blunt head teasing my hole.
“I want you so bad, baby. Give me that—”
Fists down parallel to my head, Blaine buried himself to the hilt in one swoop. I was still pretty loose from the night before, and I was grateful as fuck.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned.
The sounds Blaine made were incoherent, face buried in my neck. His hips made lazy swoops into the air, crashing down against me. His cock slid home immediately, scraping my prostate and sending bolts of electricity through my body.
His arm slipped around my neck and he wrenched me back, cutting off my air supply.
“You’re such a fucking cock slut, aren’t you?” He hissed into my ear.
I groaned loudly, my voice barely audible as each pass of his cock made me sing. “Yessss, baby. I’m your cock slut. Br-br-breeeed me,” I begged.
“Fucking little bitch. Fucking whore,” he said, voice breaking into a moan as he drilled harder.
“All…. Ah fuck,” I said, “all yours baby.”
His hips landed three more times and then his arm withdrew from my neck. I breathed deeply, but I knew he wasn’t done. He flipped me onto my back and stared down at where we connected, letting a long stream of spit fall from his mouth.
I laid my arms to rest behind my head and watched him, watching us. He slowed down, glancing up at me with glassy eyes.
“You really are so beautiful, you know that right?” He asked, pumping into me with a slow methodical rhythm.
“You’re the beautiful one,” I said. It wasn’t uncommon for him to switch lanes halfway through. We never had sex the same way twice. He could be brutal and rough, or intimate and sensual. It could start one way and end another. Sometimes we’d draw it out. Starting and stopping a million times.
I smiled. “I can’t believe I got so lucky.”
His movements slowed further, almost painfully.
“I got lucky,” he said with a wink. Bending down, he brought his lips to mine, our tongues meeting. We stayed that way for a while, barely moving, linked together in sweat and a tangle of arms. Eventually, though, he picked up speed once more.
“I fucking love you,” I said into his mouth, my legs crowded around the side of my head.
“I love you too babe. So fucking much.”
He moved faster, kissing me harder. When he pulled back, his hands still pressing my thighs against me, I came again without warning at the sheer sight of him. When he noticed, Blaine growled.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he said, breathless. Not a moment later, his head fell back and he was jerking wildly into me, shaking and shivering and calling out my name.
Fantastic. Amazing. Breathtaking. Like always.
We lay together for a while after that, playing with each other's hair, my ear pressed against his strong chest. His parents wouldn’t be home for a while so we had time.
“You still ready for us to be official when school starts?” I asked, my voice quiet.
When he didn’t answer right away, I got nervous.
“I’m nervous, but yes. I’m ready. If the past few months have taught me anything, it’s that you’ve got my back. And that’s all I need.”
Smiling, I looked into his baby blues. He was right. I did have his back, and he had mine. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Coming out to the world never was, and a lot of the time people disappointed you. But as long as we were together, we could handle it. Together, we were more.
“I love you, Blaine.”
He kissed me softly. “I love you too, Lyle.”
