The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(183)

The bleachers were packed for the game. Liam had gotten there early and found a seat in one of the front rows. When the team arrived, Cory’s eyes fixed on Liam. For a few minutes Liam scanned the crowd, until his eyes found Liam’s, and Cory was sure Liam squinted when he fixed his gaze on him, then he went back to talking to his teammates.

The game began with the college team scoring 2 goals in the first half, which was all very well played. During the second half, the other team scored two goals, and as time ran out, Cory found himself rooting for Liam. He was almost out of his seat, shouting, and very angry at the other team for no reason. He wanted nothing more than for his team to win. For Liam to win. Liam slipped and badly injured his foot, was replaced, and the other team scored a goal in the last minutes and won the match.

Cory went back to the room, angry. Liam soon joined, followed by three girls whom he asked to leave. Cory was surprised to see Liam turn girls out like that. Liam got in bed and winced, then carefully checked out his foot. Cory got a look at his foot too.

“Your foot is swollen,” he said.

“It’s all right, it will be fine,” said Liam.

“No, it won’t be. It is going to hurt. It looks like you have sprained your ankle.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Cory got out of his bed and took out the medical kit.

“Let me take a look,” said Cory.

“No, leave it. Don't touch me.”

“You will thank me later for this,” said Cory, and then started cleaning his foot with an antiseptic, and then wrapped a strip of cloth around it.

“Feel better,” Cory asked.

“That does feel better.”

“Good.”

“Thanks,” said Liam, smiling.

“No problem. You played well.”

“You watched the game?”

“I did, didn’t you see me?”

“No, but I looked for you.”

“Why?” Cory asked incredulously.

“Why’d you come to watch the game?”

“I had nothing better to do,” said Cory looking away, and then added, “also because I wanted to support you.”

“You came to support me?”

“Yeah, don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“But you don’t even like the game.”

“That’s what friends are for, even if you ignore them.”

“Look, Cory, I am sorry. I didn’t want to ignore you. I just didn't want to…lead you on. Know what I mean?”

“It’s cool, Liam. We can hangout if you want, or not if you don’t want. I don’t really care anymore.”

“Cool,” said Liam. “How about drinks?”

“I have no classes tomorrow, so why not?”

“You will have to fetch them because I can’t walk,” said Liam grinning.

Cory fetched two bottles of gin from the cupboard and some glasses. He made the drinks and served them.

Liam and Cory drank together, talking about old times of their life. Both of them were equally surprised to find out how alike they were. Their ideas about life were very much alike; they wanted the same things from life. The discussion ended with them talking about how easier life would be if they, and everyone else, focused on what they had in common instead of the differences between them.

After downing two bottles of gin, both of them were pretty high and f*cked up. Then, suddenly, Liam took Cory’s hand in his.

“You know, I like having you around. And, I am not sure if anyone has told you this before but you are very gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” murmured Cory.

“You should have no problem finding a guy, but you have to start looking.”

“You think so?”

“Cory, you are beautiful. You are too f*cking gorgeous. If I were a girl, I’d be all over you.”

Liam touched Cory’s forehead and said, “You have something here,” and then touched his heart, “and something here. Not everyone has that. You are the beauty with brains.”

Cory nodded.

“Absolutely f*cking gorgeous,” said Liam, looking into Cory’s eyes. “My god, your eyes are violet. I just want to keep looking into them.”

“Look away,” said Cory, and looked back into Liam’s eyes.

“Absolutely stunning,” said Liam, and then kissed Cory on the lips.

Cory broke the kiss. “You don’t want to do that, Liam.”

“But I do,” he said, kissing him again on the mouth.

Within a minute Liam was naked and was taking off Cory’s clothes.

“This is a bad idea, Liam.”

“It isn’t. Trust me,” he said, kissing him again.

Cory could see Liam was hard. Very hard. And he was big, very big.

“Liam, I am a virgin.”

“What?”

“I said I am a virgin.”

“This should be amazing then,” said Liam, and turned Cory around.

Cory resisted but Liam easily overpowered him. He placed himself between Cory’s legs and positioned his cock between his virgin ass. He thrusted slightly, but without penetrating him, just to check whether Cory was telling the truth.

“My god, you are too f*cking tight. You really are a virgin.”