Page 4 of The Rival

“Only a dirty player throws elbows.”

“It was an accident! I’d tell you to get off your high horse, but it’s more of a miniature.”

“If you want to gloat over some inches that don’t actually matter, be my guest.” Jason laughed mirthlessly. “I’m not surprised you’re focused on makingsizecomparisons.”

My face flushed in embarrassment and rage. The absolute nerve of this guy! He wasn’t even that much bigger than me.

“You immature asshole!” I yelled, chucking the bar of soap at him. “Our dicks are the same size!”

Jason didn’t flinch as the soap bounced off his pecs and landed on the tile floor yet again. Instead, he cocked a brow, and his eyes flashed down between us.

That’s when I realized my mistake. Hehadn’tbeen referring to our dicks. His comment had been in reference to his height, but I was so blinded by my own anger and pride, I assumed he had been talking about something much more personal.

“You sure about that?” He taunted, hand on his hip.

I rolled my eyes, but deep down I was scrambling for a way to turn this around. “Of course you’d turn our rivalry into aliteraldick measuring contest.”

“I wasn’t, but you brought it up. So go ahead,” he said, shrugging. “Measure it for yourself.”

In any other context, Jason’s suggestion might’ve thrown me for a loop. I was conflicted, torn between taking the bait and backing down. Some part of me had always wanted the opportunity to get my hands on a guy in a context other than basketball, but I never once thought the chance would play out like this: naked in a shower with my longtime rival. I tried searching Jason’s features for an answer, but he gave nothing away. Was this a joke? What was going on?

When Jason gestured down to himself, my breath caught in my throat. There was no doubt in my mind this was more than just a challenge. This was an outright invitation.

I wasn’t a coward. I reached for his dick, and all the air was sucked out of the showers. A hush fell between us, the sound of water smacking tile overwhelming. I blinked down at him and blushed from a startling realization: I couldn’t even get my whole hand around his length. It was heavy, uncut, warm, and what thefuck, he wasn’t even erect and he was this massive.

“They need to be side by side so you can see the difference for yourself, Matty.”

Before I could process what Jason was implying, his hand was wrapping around my own length, fingers circling it with ease. He tugged me closer and lined the two of us up, and the contrast couldn’t be denied: Jason was bigger than me in every way.

“Maybe you were top dog on the court today, but I think it’s obvious who’s on top here.”

I shivered, overwhelmed by how good it felt to have someone else's fingers exploring me. His hold on me was gentle, and the slightest shift made me audibly gasp and turn pink from more than just the hot water.

“I think it’s about time you admitted what we’ve both known all along.”

What was Jason talking about? Were we still beefing over the game, or were we keeping score over something else?

I blinked at him, confused. “That… That you’re a sore loser?”

Jason grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look at him. I should have pushed him away, but then his thumb started stroking along my lips. The taste of my own cock lingered on his finger, salty but not off-putting. I’d never been so bold as to taste my own cum in the past.

Jason laughed, eyes darkening. “You’re lucky I’ve always wanted to tame a smart-mouthed brat.”

“That’s funny coming from the guy who’s—”

But just as I was about to finish my snarky comment, I moaned from Jason burying a hand into my wet blonde hair and tugging hard enough to force my neck to arch back. He licked a bead of water near the knot in my throat with the tip of his tongue. When he took hold of my length again, my cock twitched, growing hard and full in the tight vice of his palm. I rocked into him, desperate for friction, and Jason hummed in appreciation, satisfied with my response.

“Rumor has it you don’t get around much. You work all week, then you’re busy playing ball all weekend.” His teeth scraped my neck, and I gasped. “You’re not big on the dating scene. No past girlfriends, boyfriends...”

I blushed in embarrassment. How the hell did he know any of this? Why would he care about my personal life?

“Maybe no one’s ever been Mr. Right. Maybe you tell yourself you’re too busy to waste your time, but maybe you’ve been looking in the wrong place.”

Jason’s voice was as low as a whisper, but it somehow seemed to echo off the tile. If someone else was nearby, they would’ve heard him and everything he was suggesting.

“Either way, it's no wonder you’re wound up so tight.”

I swallowed thickly. “You… You don’t know anything about me.”

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