Page 34 of Strong Side

I stare at his profile and watch as his eyes widen. He slowly removes his hand from my shorts and uses it to adjust his straining cock. Myteammate’sragged breaths fill the car, and my wishful thinking leads me to believe that he’s excited at the idea. But we can’t. As much as I am dying to sink into him, I’m not going to let the first time he’s with a man, or the first time he’s with me, be over the trunk of a car.

Ten tension-filled minutes later, Rocky’s pulling off the highway and driving through a residential neighborhood before slowly coming to a stop in front of a small craftsman style home. It has a dark gray stucco exterior, and black shutters and windows, causing the bright yellow door to stand out.

Rocky removes his aviators and sets them on top of his head, finally letting me see those green eyes. I can see the nervousness in his gaze. “It’s—it’s not much but this is where I grew up. They were able to redo the exteriora few years ago, but the inside is still the same as it was when I was a kid.”

Now it’s me who grips his thigh, silently reassuring him before I say, “It looks like the perfect place to grow up.”

He pulls his eyes from me and smiles as he looks back at his childhood home. “It really was. We didn’t have much, but that house is filled with love. So much so it’s nauseating sometimes.”

I tip my head back in laughter.

“You ready for this?” he asks, not forgetting how overwhelming this all is for me.

Taking stock of my feelings, I realize I’m no longer on the brink of crippling anxiety. Now it’s something much more manageable. Don’t get me wrong, this all is still making me incredibly nervous and I know I’m going to feel wildly uncomfortable, but I also know that Rocky is responsible for quieting all of the noise, allowing me to be as present as possible.

Giving him my most reassuring smile, I answer, “Let’s go. I’m about to be Momma Campos’ favorite.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second.” Rocky winks before throwing open the driver's side door and climbing out.

All it takes is a little fucking wink, and now I feel like I can’t breathe for an entirely different reason. “Soincredibly fucked,” I mumble to myself before grabbing our bags and following him up to the bright yellow door.

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21

Home (Super) Sweet Home

Rockwell

Clay’s right behind me as we walk through the front door of my childhood home. I’ve always been self-conscious about the size of our home and how outdated it is inside… but I always remind myself that it’s the love and memories that fill these walls that really matters.

I’m not surprised at all when Clay’s dad was radio silent because we fucking swept today. He only calls when he feels like he has somethingto bitch about, and today there wasn’t one thing that he could’ve found wrong with our game today.

1 I can feel Clay’s body heat with how close he is to my back, so I turn around and throw my arms out. “Well… this is the living room.” It’s big enough to fit a couch and loveseat, a couple of end tables, and an entertainment center with the TV mounted above it.

The thing I love the most about our house, though, is the original hardwood floors my dad has restored over the years. The deep oak color ties everything together, and they cover the whole house besides the bathroom. Just a little three-bedroom, single-bath home in SoCal, but what else do you need?

I walk him into the eat-in kitchen, and his face lights up when he sees my mom by the oven with her apron on. Hers is a lot more worn out than the one Clay had on at my place, but you can tell it’s been well-loved.

“Amor, I hope you brought your appetite with you.”

“It smells delicious, Momma.” Fuck, have I missed her cooking. That was honestly the hardest part about leaving for school freshman year. Obviously, I miss my family, but missing out on the home-cooked meals was enough to send meover the edge.

I grab Clay by the forearm, dragging him behind me to show him the rest of the house before dinner is ready. All that’s left of the tour is the bathroom and bedrooms. Quickly, I show him those before heading to my bedroom to breathe for a minute.

I flop down on my childhood bed, staring at the wall my bed is pushed against. It’s covered in old posters of athletes I’ve always looked up to and, of course, half-naked women. I’ve never been embarrassed about my room, but there’s a first time for everything.

Clay breaks the silence after spinning around, taking in my full room. “If this room doesn’t scream high school boy I don’t know what does. It’s about time I get to bring my high school fantasies to life.”

“Fantasies, huh?”

“I wasn’t out about my sexuality until freshman year at Palm. My hot as fuck friends from high school did have rooms just like this though.” Sporting a mischievous grin, he starts to run his hands up my thighs as he continues, “Let me suck you under these posters.”

I throw my head back, basking in the feel of his hands on me, but then I remember we’re in my house with my parents and sister, and the damn door is still open.

Hissing, I grab his hands to stop him. “Not right now, Clay.” I can’t be sporting a goddamn boner when we head back into the kitchen.

We’re all sitting at the table, Clay beside me, enjoying my Momma’s favorite Brazilian dinner she makes,escondidinho—pretty much a better version of a Sheppard’s Pie. I turn to my right, looking at Clay, and then down at his plate… He’s already finished what he had, and right when I see the clean plate so does Momma. “Rocky, go get that boy some more. He’s starving.” We meet eyes, and I can tell he’s still nervous.

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