The next day, I stood up early, the sun streaming through the blinds, casting a warm glow over my face. I had a full day ahead of me at uni, but before that, I had to deal with Zac. He was surprisingly nicer than usual when he found out I had to go early, offering to take me. It was a rare moment of selfless kindness, although it could also be that he sees it as compensation for tomorrow. But I'll just try to recognize it as kindness today.
I grabbed my backpack, filled with books and notes for the day's major lectures, and headed downstairs. The house was eerily quiet, with only the faint sound of Dad's snores echoing through the hallway. Zac was already in the kitchen, downing a protein shake, his muscles rippling as he swallowed. He gave me a nod as I walked in, and for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse of something softer in his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by his usual smug expression as he handed me the car keys.
"You're driving," he said, his voice gruff with the remnants of sleep. "I need to catch up on some rest before the game." He tossed me the car keys, his bicep flexing in the morning light.
I blinked, surprised but also secretly thrilled by the shift in roles. Usually, Zac was the one in the driver's seat, both figuratively and literally.
I catched the keys out of the air, trying not to let my excitement show. "Sure, no problem," I said, my voice a little too eager. I slipped the keys into my pocket and headed for the door, Zac following closely behind.
As we stepped out into the cool morning air, a sense of excitement bubbled up inside me. The day ahead was filled with promise, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something amazing was just around the corner. The sun was shining, and the birds were chirping—it was as if the universe itself was whispering sweet nothings in my ear, telling me to expect greatness.
Zac tossed his bag into the back of the car and slid into the passenger seat with a yawn. His muscular thighs took up most of the space, and I couldn't help but glance over at the bulge in his shorts as I started the engine. "You're sure you don't want to come watch practice?" he asked, his voice a little too casual.
I had to smile, "Why, do you want me to?" I couldn't resist playing along.
"Now, now, don't get your panties in a twist," Zac teased as I pulled out of the driveway, his voice thick with sleepiness. "I know you'd love to hear me say how much you're missed at practice, but sorry, you're not my type of audience." He winked at me, his words carrying a tone that made clar, that he was taunting me.
"Mhhh..." I said, my voice light and nonchalant as I merged the car into the early morning traffic.
"I might just drop by if I'm in the mood," I eventually said, keeping my eyes on the road as I drove. It was a spontaneous decision, but something about the idea of watching his team practice filled me with a strange mix of anticipation and dread.
Zac snorted, "Yeah, I knew you couldn't resist," he said, his smugness palpable even through his sleep-roughened voice. "But remember, you're not there to ogle the players."
As we drove, the image of a team full of sweaty, muscular football players danced in my head. The thought of catching a glimpse of them as they strutted around the locker room, their tight jerseys sticking to their chiseled bodies, was enough to keep my interest piqued. I had never been a fan of the sport, but my attraction to men added a dimension to the experience that was indeed enjoyable.
Zac's words echoed in my mind as I found a spot to park. "Remember, no bruises on the car," he said with a wink, his grin so wide it could have swallowed the sun. I nodded, my cheeks burning as I watched him saunter away, his muscles flexing with every step.
As I watched him walking away, I couldn't help but feel a strange warmth in my chest. The mood between us was lighter than usual, a friendly banter that felt almost...normal. It was a rarity in our tumultuous relationship, and I knew exactly why I was letting it happen. Zac had a way of pushing my buttons, but there was something about the way he had been looking at me lately, something that made it feel different between us.
I sat in the car, the engine idling, watching him in the rearview mirror. His big body was barely contained by the thin fabric of his t-shirt, which clung to his broad shoulders and massive back. The V-shape of his torso tapered down to his narrow waist before flaring out to those long, powerful legs. He was the epitome of male beauty, a sculpted god walking among mere mortals. And even though he could be an asshole, I couldn't deny that he was hot as hell.
Shaking myself out of the trance, I put the car in drive and headed to a parking spot and then to my first lecture.
The day dragged on as I sat through dull classes, my mind wandering from the mundane lectures to the vivid imagery of Henry's date. My curiosity grew as the hours passed, and the thought of my brawny brother with some random gym bunny only intensified my intentions to drop by the football field.
Since Zac told me about Henry's date, I couldn't shake off the feeling of annoyance that had nestled itself in my chest. It wasn't just about the secrecy; it was about the fact that Henry had moved on so easily, so quickly. I felt a pang of something, a strange mix of jealousy and possessiveness that surprised me.
Was it even on me to be mad at Henry? That was the question that plagued me as I walked through the crowded halls of the university. He was a grown man, free to make his own choices. But as much as I tried to rationalize it, I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal.
In the end, it only made me more determined to give him the cold shoulder, to sit back and wait for him to come crawling back, when he realize what he was missing out on. I knew it was petty, and I knew I really crave for his massive cock, but I still had Zac to keep me occupied. And it gave me time to focus on getting to him for once.
I waited for my last lecture to end, eager to get to the football field. The idea of watching Zac practice had been gnawing at me all day, and I had to admit, the prospect of seeing him in his element was strangely thrilling.
As the time arrived, I approached the field. I could see the team already out there, their muscular forms moving in unison under the watchful eyes of their coach. Zac was easy to spot, his hair gleaming in the sun as he threw a perfect pass to one of his teammates.
I made my way over to the benches, I wasn't the only one here watching the team practice: There were a handful of other students and a couple of coaches scattered around the bleachers, but my eyes remained glued to the number one on the field. Zac, the object of my desire, was moving fast. His muscles flexed and bulged with each throw, each catch, each powerful stride across the grass.
At first it was nice to watch all the hot guys running around, maybe even a little interesting, but as the minutes ticked by, the excitement of watching him play started to wane. The reality of my situation washed over me—I was sitting here, alone, while my brother did his sport. Nothing to really be exited about.
I sighed, pulling out my phone to scroll through social media, distract myself from the boring fact that it was still just football practice.
After a while of mindlessly scanning my phone, I felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere. I looked up to find Zac standing in front of me, blocking out the sun, his shadow stretching over me like a giant. He was holding his water bottle in one hand, his other hand resting on his hip, watching me with a knowing smirk.
"Looks like you're having a blast," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "It's not exactly interesting for me," I replied, looking up at his big frame.
"Nothing new," he said, his smirk shifting to something more playful. He took a swig of his water and leaned down, his pumped-up chest close enough that I could smell the faint scent of his deo. "But I know what could make it interesting for you."
The first thing that popped into my mind was the obvious—another round of the forbidden, but the way Zac was looking at me, it didn’t seem like he was after a quickie in the locker room. I raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "What could possibly make this more interesting?"
He took another sip of his water, his Adam's apple bobbing, drawing my gaze to his thick neck. "Oh, I don't know," he said, turning around to face the field again. And without saying another word, he began to pull off his shirt, revealing a landscape of tanned, rippling muscles that made my mouth go dry.
He knew exactly what he was doing and he had no shame in bragging that he knew his brother, me, liked his body.
The shirt came over his head in a smooth motion, and he tossed it at me, the fabric hitting me in the face before landing on my lap.
I stared at him, my mouth slightly agape as he casually stripped in front of me. His muscular back flexed as he twisted his torso, and I couldn't help but admire the way his shorts clung to his perfect ass.
He turned back to face me, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. "Hope it won't be too boring until the end," and with that, Zac jogged off toward the field, leaving me in awe of his brazen confidence.
My eyes remained glued to his retreating figure, watching the muscles in his back, as he jogged back to his team. His back was the obvious eye-catcher, but his still-covered ass and thighs weren't unadmirable either.
Even though I knew that I was rather interested in what he had in the front, the thought of him taking someone from behind, his thighs flexing and his ass tightens as he pushes his cock deep into the willing hole in front of him, didn't leave me unphazed.
For a moment the thought was vivid and captivating. It couldn't help but excite me. I gave in to the idea for a few seconds but then pulled away, knowing it wasn't the right place to get horny.
The only sound that filled the air after my short digression was the grunts and thuds of football players colliding and the occasional whistle from the coach.
Amidst the chaos, I found myself lost in a visual feast as the other guys on the field had followed Zac's lead, their shirts either off or hanging loosely around their waists. The sight was undeniably arousing, a buffet of muscular beauty laid out before me like a banquet.
It was definitely a sight to see—a sea of tanned, sculpted bodies moving in harmony. But it was Zac who held my full attention. Each time the ball arced through the air, my eyes followed his every move, the way his muscles tensed as he threw or how his legs flexed as he sprinted across the field.
Occasionally, my gaze would drift to Jason or Mason, the only ones in his team who could give Zac a run for his money in the looks department. Jason was a behemoth, his muscles stretching the fabric of his shirt so tight that it seemed one wrong move would tear it apart. As soon as he had spotted me, his smirks grew wider. It was like he was showing off, knowing that I was watching, that I was there to see him. Mason on the other hand was oblivious to my presence, his focus entirely on the game. And even though he was less muscular than the other two, his defined body was equally as mesmerizing.
The practice was wrapping up, and the coach blew his whistle, signaling the end of the session. The players groaned, some dropping to the ground in exhaustion while others started to jog towards the locker room. I watched Zac, my eyes glued to his every movement as he talked to the coach, his muscles flexing as he listened intently.
Just as I was about to leave, feeling the beginnings of a headache from the sun's glare, a large, shadowy figure plopped down beside me, sending a jolt of surprise through my body. "Hey," said a gruff voice, and when I turned to look, it was Jason, his muscles glistening with sweat, his chest heaving with deep breaths.
I swallowed hard, trying to play it cool as my eyes roamed over his powerful physique. "Oh, hey Jason. What's up?" I asked, my voice a little too high-pitched.
Jason took a deep breath, his broad chest expanding like a bellows. "Just cooling down," he said, his eyes flickering over to me. "Came to watch some studs, huh?" His smile was knowing, and I could feel the heat of his body seeping into my side.
I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but my heart was racing. "Just passing the time," I said, my voice a little too casual. But the truth was, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His muscles were like a roadmap of power and strength, each ridge and curve telling a story of countless hours in the gym.
Jason leaned in closer, his musky scent wrapping around me like a warm blanket. "I see," he said, his voice low and rumbling like distant thunder. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, the way my breath was hitching in my chest, my pupils dilating. He was playing his role of the dominant jock to perfection, and I was his willing audience.
"So, you're just here for the eye candy," he teased, his eyes dancing with amusement. "I can't say I blame you." He flexed his biceps, the veins standing out in stark relief against his skin. "But you're looking at the wrong player," he winked.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't help the thrill that shot through me. "I'm not—" I began to protest, but he cut me off with a laugh.
"Don't even try to deny it. It's more than obvious how much you like your big brother's body. Admittedly, your looks fit too. I can't deny that I didn't like the show last time, that's for sure," Jason said, his voice a deep rumble. "But having seen you and me closely when we first met, I can't say we wouldn't be a good match." His grin was devilish, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
He leaned closer, and I felt the heat of his breath on my neck. "I wouldn't mind letting you have it again.... but you probably know that after the last time you exposed me in front of your brother..."
My breath hitched and my eyes averted, watching the muscles in his arm flexing as he spoke. I couldn't help but notice the way his fingers tapped against his thigh, the same rhythm as my racing heart.
"Oh... yeah. Sorry about that," I mumbled, feeling the heat spread to my cheeks.
I didn't know why I was suddenly so intimidated... Probably because he had surprised me so much. But although I noticed it, I couldn't change it for the moment and he took adventage of that.
"Oh no, don't worry about it," Jason continued, his voice a velvety purr that sent shivers down my spine.
He leaned back, his massive biceps bulging as he stretched out his arms along the bench. His muscles were like a living sculpture, each ripple and contour a testament to his physical prowess.
"It's all good," he assured me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But you know how it is with family. Can't be too... obvious about these things, right?"
I nodded, my eyes darting around the field, searching for any sign of Zac. But he was already gone, probably showering off with the rest of the team.
"So, what are you doing here?" Jason asked, his tone casual, as if we were just two friends passing the time.
I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. "Just wanted to... support Zac," I said lamely, hoping my voice didn't betray my true intentions. But Jason wasn't buying it.
"Oh, I'm sure you did," he said, his grin widening. He leaned back, his massive arms folding across his broad chest, which was still slick with sweat. "But let's be honest, you're not here for the football," he said, his eyes flickering down to the bulge in my pants. "You're here for the show."
I felt the weight of his gaze, his words a blatant reminder of the last time we had been in a similar situation. I had been so desperate, so willing, to let him fuck my face then and there, right in front of that car...
Jason leaned back, stretching out his legs and placing his elbow on the bench behind me, his bicep flexing with the movement. His smirk grew wider, and I could see the challenge in his eyes—daring me to make a move. I bit my lip, my eyes flickering down to his crotch. The bulge in his shorts was unmistakable, and my cock stirred in my own pants, begging for attention.
He leaned in closer, his hot breath against my ear as he whispered, "I still remember how you left me... I know you want it, but I won't ask again."
I couldn't help but squirm under his gaze, my eyes locked onto the bulge in his shorts. The memory of his thick cock stretching my mouth wide open was as vivid as if it had just happened. I opened my mouth to speak, but only a soft gasp escaped as Jason leaned closer, his muscular frame casting a shadow over me. "You know you want it," he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. "Make it up to me."
I knew he was still offended by my rejektion at the party. And to balance it out, he expected me to appear willing and desperate, just like when we first met.
I felt my heart pounding in my chest, and I could feel my cock straining against my pants. I knew what he was insinuating, and it was more than just hard to resist the magnetic pull of his incredible body.
Under other circumstances I probably would have gone straight at him, with no regard for my own honor, but with Zac around, the stakes were too high. I bit my lip, trying to resist the urge to lean into him. "I can't," I whispered, my voice shaky with desire. "Not here."
Jason chuckled, his hand sliding down to rest on my shoulder, his thumb brushing against my collarbone. "Pity," he said, his tone still teasing. "But I guess you're right. Can't have Zac catching us again."
He heaved himself to his feet, his muscles rippling as he stood. "Another time then." He said before grabbing his crotch. "It's not hard to see how much you crave this." He added before sauntering away, leaving me sitting on the bench, my cock throbbing in my pants.
I couldn't deny it; the encounter had left me hot and bothered. Watching the practice had been one thing, but having Jason so close, his body on display for me, had been too much to handle. I could still feel the lust coursing through my veins, my cock aching for relief as I sat there, trying to compose myself.
As tempting as Jason's offer was, I knew I had to keep my head in the game. I had my eyes on Zac, and I wasn't about to let anyone else distract me from my ultimate prize. Especially when I know he wouldn't approve...
As the last player disappeared into the locker room, I gathered my things and made my way to the car. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the field that made everything seem a little more... intimate. The silence was broken only by the distant sound of some people passing by and the occasional chirp of a bird.
I leaned against Zac's car, the metal hot against my back, and closed my eyes, relaxing in the quiet solitude of the parking lot. I was lost in thought, my mind racing with the events of the day—the tension with Henry, the encounter with Zac, and now, the tantalizing tease from Jason.
As the sound of the showers grew faint, the quiet was shattered by the crunch of gravel. I didn't need to look up to know that someone was approaching.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at the broad chest of none other than Mason. The surprise washed over me, and a smile tugged at the corners of my lips—a smile that grew when I realized that this was eerily similar to how I'd met Jason here before.
Mason looked at me with a quizzical expression, his eyes roving over my body before a grin spread across his face. "Hey there bro," he said, his deep voice carrying a hint of teasing. "What's a pretty boy like you doing out here all alone?"
I couldn't help but laugh at his playful banter. Mason had a way of making me feel at ease, even when we were just talking. "Just waiting for Zac," I replied. "He said he'd be out soon."
Mason leaned against the car next to me, his muscular frame casting a shadow over the side of my body. His eyes searched mine, a gentle curiosity in his gaze. "How's your day been?" he asked, his voice warm and genuine.
I was suprised by Mason's approach, but his charm was undeniable. He was a perfect gentleman, and his easy-going nature was a stark contrast to Zac's brashness. We began chatting about our days, and he listened attentively as I recounted the mundane details of my classes.
Mason's eyes twinkled with genuine interest, and his broad shoulders leaned against the car next to me, creating a comforting barrier between us and the rest of the world. His muscular arms were folded over his chest, the fabric of his shirt stretching taut over the biceps that flexed slightly as he talked. His smile was warm and inviting, making me feel good, like he did so often before.
As we talked, I couldn't help but feel the heat from his body radiating into mine, the scent of his bodywash mixed with the faint smell of deo—a heady combination that was oddly comforting.
It wasn't long until I saw Zac walking onto the parking lot, and Mason noticed him too. We both fell silent for a moment before he leaned in and said jokingly, "He always needs longer, I guess he was too busy admiring his abs in the mirror."
I couldn't help but snicker. Zac was indeed notorious for his vanity, and the image of him flexing in the mirror was all too easy to conjure. "Guess that's just how he is," I said with a roll of my eyes, trying to ignore the way my heart skipped a beat as my stud of a brother approached.
As Zac drew closer, his eyes narrowed, catching the intimate tone of our conversation. "Looks like you two are getting cozy," he said, his voice a gruff attempt at joviality that didn't quite reach his eyes.
Mason's smile never wavered, his posture relaxed as he leaned against the car. "Just sharing a laugh, man," he said easily, his eyes flickering from me to Zac and back again, seemingly knowing how Zac's attitude could be. No wonder, given his behavior at our last breakfast...
"Don't flirt so obviously," Zac called out as he approached, his voice a playful rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. It was clear from the set of his jaw that he wasn't entirely joking.
Mason's smile remained unfazed. "Just passing the time," he said with a shrug, his eyes still twinkling with amusement. "Mind if I tag along again?"
I looked up at him, and then at Zac, who was now standing right beside us. "You know you don't need an invitation, Mase," Zac said, his voice gruff but the tension in his jaw had eased slightly. "You're always welcome to come along. Just want to add that this might change if you continue to lust after my little brother."
Mason's grin widened. "You know I would never do that," he said, teasingly.
"Of course not." Zac chuckled, knowing that his buddy was aware that he knew better.
Mason opened the passenger door with a flourish and slid into the front seat. He shot me a mischievous look, his eyes gleaming with a hint of something more than friendship. "You don't mind if I sit in the frot, do you?" he teased, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.
I couldn't help but laugh at his audacity, giving him a thumbs up before he closed the door. "Do your worst," I quipped, my voice light despite the racing thoughts in my head.
Zac's eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the exchange, and for a moment, I felt a flicker of unease. "Let's go," he said curtly, turning to me. The command in his tone was unmistakable.
"Are you mad?" I ask, before he could make his way around to the driver's side.
Zac pauses, looking at me with a mix of amusement and annoyance. "I will make one thing clear," he says firmly but quiet, his hand on the door handle. "If Mason tries to fuck you... Then not without my permission, and certainly not without me being involved." His eyes bore into mine, the message clear.
I felt the line between brother and lover shift. And not just in my head. Today was the day he revealed what he really thought. And he thought about me, thought about the fact that I behaved willingly. He suspected that I made no distinction between brother and stranger, so why should he?
As I watched him open the driver's side, my heart pounded like a drum, the anticipation thick in my head. I took a deep breath and followed his lead, my thoughts spinning in my head as I walked towards the backseat door.
The cool metal handle was surprisingly comforting under my hand as I pulled it open and slid into the backseat. The smile on my face is a clear indication of how I feel about his statement...
