Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps #1)(35)

I was so fucked.

He pushed up to kneel beside me, wrapped his hand around his shaft, but I batted it away. “Fuck no. That’s mine.”

“I won’t last in your mouth. Just jerk me. When I shut you up with my cock, I want more time to enjoy it.”

There was a quiet voice in the back of my head that said he was easing me into being with a man, which made me stumble.

I pushed those thoughts aside, wrapped my hand around his erection, and almost fucking whimpered at the feel of his hot, hard length, which was embarrassing as shit.

It wasn’t every day a guy had his hand on another man’s dick for the first time, and I wanted it to last, wondered how many ways I could make Garrett come, before concentrating on this moment. I jerked him hard and fast. He leaked more than me, precum dripping down his shaft to help with lubrication. I let go of him just to spit in my palm, before jacking him again, watching his fat cock slide in and out of my fist.

“Fuck, Rams. You’re lucky I’m horny. I’m already gonna blow.”

And he did, his balls pulling up, thick, white ribbons spurting on my hand, my arm, my chest, until Garrett fell onto his back, and I did the same.

We were both breathing heavily, the room suddenly thick with tension.

Garrett was the first to speak. “So…that just happened.”

Yeah, yeah it did. I couldn’t find it in myself to regret it.





10





GARRETT





The way I saw it, hooking up with Ramsey, no strings, benefited us both on the field and off. Ramsey got to exercise his bi-curiousness with me, and I likewise didn’t have to hunt someone to get off with when I got tired of looking at my own hand. I could devote myself completely to football. No external distractions, no need for apps or the make-sure-the-person-isn’t-a-psycho text exchanges before hooking up.

It was easy.

It was efficient.

It was hot as fuck.

We’d been messing around for a couple of weeks with no signs of slowing down. I’d had FWBs before, but Ramsey took thirsty to a new level, and I couldn’t get enough. I’d had more handjobs in a span of days than I’d had in years, and his cock had been in my mouth so often, I’d know the shape of it even with my eyes closed. Introducing him to frotting had been especially fun. We’d both come within seconds, Ramsey had immediately demanded a do-over, and then we’d stuffed ourselves stupid with pizza at his place while watching The Good Place.

I looked forward to practices even more, not just for love of the game, but now also because watching Ramsey in action got me all worked up, and I knew that nine times out of ten, we’d be working off the stress of an upcoming game or a grueling practice with each other.

Wednesday’s practice was particularly brutal because our next game was against Tennessee, and they, like us, hadn’t lost yet. We’d watched hours of film until my eyes glazed over, and then spent the rest of the afternoon on the field in shells, running drills and plays.

“Good practice. Go wash it off,” Coach barked, and the team broke for the locker room.

My legs were heavy, and my arms felt just as leaden after all the conditioning we’d been doing, but it was the good kind of heavy that made me feel like I was pushing my body to its limits and improving. I planned to buckle down that night, go over more film and revisit the plays we were working on.

“Better work on that grip strength before Sunday’s game, McRae.” Nance had turned around to face me, walking backward as he grabbed his crotch. And yeah, I’d fumbled the ball during goal post drills earlier. So had a couple of our other receivers. The dude never missed a chance to fuck with me or call me out, though.

“Shower next to me, and I’ll show you all about grip strength.” I flipped him off, and a chorus of hoots followed from Simmons and Jarrick. It was an easy quip, mostly lighthearted, but Nance sneered.

“Don’t bring that kind of shit in here.”

“The fuck are you talking about? You think I meant on you?” I rolled my eyes. “Fuck off with that homophobic shit. I listen to your dumb asses talking about pussy this, pussy that all day. We’re suddenly PC now?” It got to me sometimes. The guys would banter sexually all day, but the second someone who wasn’t straight did it, it was suddenly a problem. It was tiresome. Weirdly, it’d been less an issue in college than it was in pro, I’d noticed.

Nance took a step forward, his chest puffing up, so I took a step forward too.

“Cut it out.” Ramsey came out of nowhere, cutting between Nance and me like we were about to throw fists.

Nance lifted his hands with a chuckle. “I’m not doing shit. Baby G’s acting up. Maybe he needs a nap.”

God, I’d never hated a nickname more in my life. I took another step forward and cocked my head. “Come closer and tell me that.”

“You’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? Having me all up in your face?”

“That’s enough.” Ramsey glanced pointedly at my clenched fists. “Nance, shut the fuck up and stop with the bullshit. Both of you go cool off.”

I glared as Nance looked between us, then huffed out a chuckle and walked off. I followed a second later, brushing past Ramsey and his stern expression. I wasn’t heated. I just wasn’t going to back down. Okay, maybe I was a little heated.