Page 77 of Sweat

Keeping our lips locked, I shift onto my side, pressing my body flush with his. I glue us together with an arm around his back and a leg hooked over his hip.

Our hips find the languid rhythm of our mouths. Our cocks mimic our tongues, pushing and sliding together, and it feels like pure bliss.

It’s everything I’ve ever craved come to fruition. Not just sex with a man, but sex with someone who craves me as much as I crave him. Sex with someone who cares about me like I care about him, even if I don’t deserve it. Sex with someone who touches me like he wants to understand me, even though he never can.

If I were a better, less broken version of myself, I would ask Tommy what he wants from me and give it to him on the spot. I’d tell him the truth—the things he wants to hear and the things he doesn’t—and I’d promise to always take care of him if he’ll let me. I’d be capable of taking care of him. I’d give him everything.

Instead, I give Tommy what I can, which isn’t much. I train him, because I understand soccer better than I understand anything, and I make him come, because we both need it to stave off insanity.

Our one long kiss finally breaks when Tommy needs to lick the drool off his lips, and I use the time to say, “So that’s what you did to my ass, huh?”

He snickers before relocking our lips. His hands roam my back and tug at my ass, skimming my crack and tickling my hole. I think he wants to fuck me for real, and it scares me how into that idea I am. I let him give me a finger once already, because I’ve fingered myself before and knew what to expect, but one finger is a far cry from the ball bat Tommy calls a dick splitting me in two.

“I’m so fucking hard,” Tommygrumbles.

“I feel it.” I reach between us and curl my hand around us both. Our pre-cum smears together as I roll my fist over our crowns.

Lips back to pouty, Tommy asks, “Why did you offer to train me for the team?”

Stroking the top inches of our cocks in unison, I answer, “Because you’re my baby boy, Tommy.”

His hand jumps from my ass to the back of my head as he presses his forehead to mine. Eyes half-lidded, he breathes, “I want us to come together, at the same time.”

“Tell me when you’re close.”

“I’m already close.”

I stroke quick, my hand half-mooned around us and slick with our natural lube. The quicker I pump, the harder Tommy huffs against my mouth like he’s trying to resuscitate me. Everything he breathes into me feels like pleasure, seeping deep into my bones and radiating through every nerve in my body. It makes me sweat, and it makes my heart beat wild. I realize we’re moaning in sync, filling each other’s mouths with the sound.

I’m waiting for it. Holding out against all odds, until Tommy whimpers, “I’m coming,” and I completely unravel.

Jizz sluices from my tip, coating my hand and Tommy’s cock while it pulses ropes of white that paint both our bodies.

“Oh, fuck,” Tommy whines before flipping us and covering me with his body.

I move my hand from our wet cocks, and Tommy presses his face into my neck. His hips rut against me like there’s still fluid left in his balls to milk out. The sensation has my body sizzling and my cock staying hard even after I’m spent.

I sweep my hands across Tommy’s muscled back and tell him, “Let it out, baby. That’s it. I got you.”

When he’s finally sated, his body melts over mine, dead weight that makes me wonder how nearly suffocating can also feel soothing. Even if Tommy had the strength to move, I won’t let him. I hug my arms around him, tell him he’s a good boy, and when his long breaths turn to quiet snores against my neck, I shut my eyes and drift back to sleep.

This time, what stirs me awake is a pesky knocking sound like knuckles on a bedroom door.

Shit.

It’s morning, and Tommy is still on top of me, pinning me to my mattress in a way that felt incredible until someone started knocking on my door. I pick up his arm and shimmy out from under his weight until I’m slipping to the floor and landing on my ass.

Not only am I naked, but I’m caked in half-dried spunk and smell like an orgy.

It’s got to be Matt or Xia knocking, but whoever it is doesn’t need to see me like this. They think it’s funny that I’m gay. Especially Xia. She thinks it’s adorable I’m a dude who has no interest in women, like it makes me more interesting or more relatable to her. I don’t know. I’m happy she likes Tommy, but it’s not right for her to put it into his head that we can be boyfriends just because Xia thinks we look cute together.

If it’s Xia behind the door, I don’t want to let on that Tommy stayed the night.

They knock again, and I scramble to smear deodorant all over my jizzy body and dress myself in what I wore to pick Tommy up last night.

I open my door a crack just large enough to stick my face out of.

It’s Matt in his silly Disney pajamas. “Come in the house.”

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