Page 34 of Topping the Jock
“Do you?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“An honest one,” I said. “I never thought you’d cheat on her, but you did.”
“Vegas was the only time I ever cheated on her, and I hate myself every day because of it, Monty,” he responded. “It’s why I fessed up and told her right after we got back. I hate secrets. But you’re right. I don’t know if she’ll ever trust me again.”
“People make mistakes, Z. And you made a huge one. Give her time.”
“Yeah, maybe,” Zane said, sighing again. “What do you plan to do, then? Stay at home and eat sushi for the millionth night in a row?”
“I thought I’d switch it up and have Chinese instead.”
“Monty… my man… you gotta break out of this cycle. You do the same shit every day.”
“Not every day,” I denied. “But it’s hard to do much when I’m always working. Lesson plans, grading papers, then after-school practices with the guys and games every Friday night. So excuse the fuck out of me if I enjoy my routine of sushi and junk TV.”
“Today’s your twenty-ninth birthday, though,” he said. “The official start to your last year in your twenties. Go out and do something big. Hell, at least find a guy and fuck his brains out.”
That made me think of Quinn. Havinghimfuck my brains out would be the best birthday present ever.
A week had passed since the day of the pep rally when we’d spoken in the hall outside my office. With the exception of basic small talk, like when we had duty together Monday morning and when we bumped into each other in the teachers’ lounge, we hadn’t talked. Not talking like I wanted to anyway. He was doing it on purpose too. Playing hard to get. Making me want him more and more with each passing day.
I felt like a damn teenager again with how many times I’d rubbed one out over the past seven days. I had started jacking off with my left hand just to give my right one a damn break. Sure, I could’ve found someone else to fuck, but I didn’t want to. That was too easy and not nearly as rewarding. Like when a predator in the wild passed over the small prey and went for the big one, knowing it would satisfy them most.
That’s what Quinn was to me. That big, juicy water buffalo.
“Dude, what’s so funny?” Zane asked, after I’d busted out laughing.
“Oh. Nothing.” I cleared my throat. “Sorry. Thanks for callin’ me, Z. You’re the only person in my life I can count on to be there for me.”
“Always here for you, man,” he said, before I heard Anton crying on the other end of the line. Zane spoke in a cutesy voice, then Anton giggled. “Promise me you’ll get out tonight and do something fun. I don’t want you spending your birthday alone.”
“I’ll see where the day takes me,” I responded.
First things first, the day took me to the bathroom so I could piss. After getting off the phone with Zane, I took care of business, then hopped in the shower, turning to thoughts of Quinn as the hot water came down on my chest. I pictured his wavy, sandy-brown hair and chiseled jaw, imagined his perfect lips wrapped around my cock just as my hand was doing now.
“Shit,” I panted, pumping into my closed fist and squeezing my eyes shut. After I came, I finished washing my body, then stepped out onto the floor mat, soaking wet, running the towel over my stomach and chest before wrapping it around my hips.
I sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed my phone from the nightstand, checking my social media page where a bunch of people had posted happy birthday on my timeline. Which was cool to see. That’s when I got an idea. I opened the chat with Quinn and sent him a message.
Me:Good morning, Specks.
He replied less than a minute later. It shocked me a bit. I had sent him memes and random messages throughout this past week, and he hadn’t responded to any of them.
Quinn:Well it was a good morning until you messaged.
I grinned. Yep. He was definitely playing hard to get.
Me:It’s my birthday today.
Quinn:And that matters to me why?
Me:The birthday boy needs his spankings ;) you interested?
The three dots moved as he typed, then stopped for a while before moving again. Was he struggling with how to respond? I waited for a full two minutes before standing up and yanking the towel off to get dressed.
For a split second, I debated on sending him an ass pic, to tease him a little, but I didn’t know for sure if he’d be okay with that. I didn’t think Quinn was the type of guy to report me for sexual harassment at work, but he was hard to read, especially lately. He might just do it to spite me.
