Page 13 of Strong Side

I let him go like he’s burning me. I can not do this right now. I walk over to the bench, grab my bag, and sprint to the hotel across the street from the beach.

Whatever that was, I need it out of my system…Now.

Of course we have a shared hotel room today. Because why wouldn’t we? I didn’t take the time to use the outdoor showers at the beach because my cock was screaming at me for some relief. I sure as fuck don't need to be staring at Clay while water runs down his body with these confusing-ass thoughts running through my head.

That would be anything but relief.

I toss my bag on the floor beside my bed and practically run into the bathroom.

As I peel my clothes off of me, all kinds of sand hits the tiles, and my cock hits my stomach with a hard flop. It’s been painfully pulsing since that celebration hug on the court that caused my brain to malfunction.

I need to be shocked out of this, so I flip the shower on as cold as it can go and get in, hissing when the water hits me.

I go through my normal routine, washing my hair, then my body, and by the end, my cock is somehow harder than it was when I got in here. It’s like my dick is begging for release. So, I take the L, turn the heat up in the shower, drop a little dollop of conditioner into my hand, and grip my pulsing cock.

I try not to think of what has me running my hand up and down my length, but I keep picturing Clay’s ass in his shorts, the sweat I’m not repulsed by dripping down his body, and those fucking eyes of his seeing through the lies I’m feeding him.

And maybe what they would look like, looking up at me from his knees.

I brace my hand on the wall, the hot water beating down on my back, and my fist picking up pace. There’s no way Clay’s back in here yet, so I let the noises flow out of me. The moans and whimpers leaving me should be embarrassing, but I keep fucking my fist shamelessly.

“Ahhh, fuck.”

Before I know it, my thighs are tingling and my orgasm is racing up the base of my spine. A couple more whimpers and one word leaves my lips, feeling better than I ever thought it would.

“Clay.”

1. Doomed - Bring Me The Horizon

9

Two Can Play

Clayton

Ahurricane-force wind couldn’t knock the smile off my face as I walk across the street to our hotel after rinsing off the sand in the outdoor showers.

For two reasons specifically.

One, we won our first game as partners. Despite everything, we pulled through and showed them that, as a pair, we have the potential to be unstoppable. Regardless of how much I wanted to punch him during the first set.

Two, and most importantly, Rocky hugged me… and ran.

Now, I know, I know, that doesn’t sound like something I should be excited about. But it is. Because I felt the way he lingered a moment too long in my arms. I heard the way his breath hitched right before he let go. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

So much so that he freaked out and bolted.

One by one, I’m knocking down the impenetrable bricks that are The Great Wall of Rocky.

After stopping at the front desk and collecting my room key, I step into the elevator and head up to our floor. Rocky has been back for ten minutes now, so hopefully that has given him enough time to sufficiently panic and recover so I won’t have to deal with two moody episodes in the span of one day.

A man can only take so much.

The elevator opens, and I walk down the hall, eager to see just how he plans to explain Usain bolting off of the beach. Reaching our room, I slide in the key card and push the door open after it beeps.

“Honey, I’m—” The sound of the shower running cuts off my greeting. Shrugging, I move through the room and set my bag on the floor next to the bed by the window. I take a seat on the desk chair, not wanting to sit on the bed until I can fully shower, and pull out my phone. Immediately, I see a missed call from my dad exactly ten minutes after the scrimmage ended.

Typical.

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