14. Jagger

Jagger

M y heartbeat ticks up a notch as the little circle spins on the screen, every second stretching into an eternity.

Come on, come on. I will the page to load.

Cam's results were posted over an hour ago—they must grade in alphabetical order or something—and while we usually score similarly since we study together there's no guarantee I got the same high marks he did. And the wait is killing me .

When the dashboard finally comes into view I click on the test results, whooping aloud as I spot the A next to my name.

Fuck yeah!

The musculature test in anatomy wasn't the hardest I've ever taken, but it was still a bitch, and I'd been worried whether I did well enough to keep my A in the class, particularly since my preparation for that one was pretty unorthodox. It worked—I pulled up a memory of using Cam's body to map the origin and insertion of a leg muscle, then had to ignore a semi for the rest of the test—though I didn't know that particular study method would turn out okay at the time. I was just horny.

Since I got an A though, I see no reason why I can't do it again. Maybe even without the studying part, since we don't have another test until the final, and I could use another epic release.

Yeah, I admit it. Sex, or sex stuff, is better with Cam than I ever could've predicted.

Great, here comes that semi again.

It takes all my willpower not to go help myself to his shower, which I can hear running on the other side of my bedroom wall. Just the thought of him as naked as he was the other day, hard cock poking away from those sexy abs, maybe with a little water cascading down them, has me chubbing up.

It's possible I'm getting a little hooked on dick sex, particularly the growly, hungry vibe that comes with it. I mean, when Cam moaned so deep and low while my cock was in his mouth, I swear I felt my balls vibrate. It might've been the single hottest thing I've ever experienced. And I haven't even got to the part that started me on this hamster wheel.

The magic button.

The key to hands free orgasms.

The prostate.

I used to tease Cam about how I'd be the top between the two of us if we ever hooked up—something I never thought would come to fruition as recently as a few weeks ago. Now, not only have I engaged in sexy times with a dude, but I'm considering being fucked by one instead of doing the fucking .

The water shuts off, and my mood instantly deflates as I realize I've missed my chance to join in.

That's maybe not a bad thing. Of the two times we've screwed around, I've been the one to initiate both, so maybe it's time to let Cam take the lead. I don't think that fucker gets as horny as I do, though. I'm always the one to instigate when we hook up with girls, so it'll probably fall to me to do it when it's just us. Although, I thought he'd be more interested in exploring this shit, seeing as he's the one who's been interested in dicks for years.

Speaking of, the image of his face when he was sucking me off, totally blissed out, is literally imprinted on my brain.

That's the kind of reaction I expected him to have about all of this, and even though I'm the more excitable one between the two of us, he should like…help himself if there's other shit he wants to try. Throw me down and have his way with me. I wouldn't care.

He's such a fucking protector. I'll probably have to spell that out for him since he'd never just take the liberty. I'll have to see if I can work that into the conversation somehow without making it weird.

Damn semi. I need to get out of this room before I go full on sex-crazed-creeper.

"What's everyone doing tonight?" I ask my roommates when I find them in the kitchen. It's Friday, we don't have practice until Monday, and while I don't make a habit of letting loose during the season, even though it doesn't start until next week, I'm feeling a little restless. For reasons that are obvious only to me.

"I'm thinking Jerry's," Bennet says, referencing a hole in the wall spot that doesn't check IDs too closely so us not-quite-twenty-one-year-olds won't get turned away. It gets packed during the school year for that reason, but over the summer it's not so bad. "I'd like to shoot a little stick."

"I could play some pool," I agree as I pull out my stash of fruit and veggies to attempt another juice.

"You're still on this juicing kick?" Cruz watches me skeptically.

"I need to come up with a signature creation." I start chopping carrots since the juicer seems to like smaller pieces rather than the whole thing.

"Why should anyone take nutrition tips from you?" Liam asks. "I saw you eat the greasiest burger in town the other day. Meanwhile, I can't even get Cruz to contemplate anything other than grilled chicken. His diet is way stricter than yours. It's maddening."

"Trouble in paradise?" I grin and reach for an apple.

"If by paradise you mean the ability to enjoy food, then yes," Liam says.

"Aww, you're worried about me not enjoying my food?" Cruz flirts.

"No, I'm afraid my taste buds are going to acclimate to your bland-ass diet and stop working." Liam shudders.

"These abs you love so much are a direct result of my strict diet." Cruz lifts his shirt with a wink, flashing his admittedly impressive stomach at his boyfriend.

"You're saying your sexy abs are worth me losing my sense of taste?" Liam arches a brow toward Cruz.

"You tell me." Cruz grins as he twists his torso, showing off the ridges of his muscles.

My eyes catch Bennet's across the room as Liam drags his fingers over Cruz's stomach, and we share an eye roll.

And I thought I was the horny one around here .

"No fucking in the kitchen," Bennet disrupts their foreplay. "House rules."

"Since when?" Cruz asks.

"Since you two looked like you were gonna do it," he retorts.

I add some ginger and turmeric to the juicer and hit the button, startling Liam out of his ab-induced trance. "Pass me some cups," I tell Bennet. "You guys can try."

"You don't have any green stuff in there." Bennet frowns as he hands me the cups.

"He hasn't figured out how to make green stuff taste good yet." Cam saunters up beside me and takes one of the cups, sniffing it as he asks, "How'd you do on your test?"

"Got an A." I beam.

"Nice job." He takes a sip as he gives me a congratulatory smack on the ass, the same way he does on the field. Only this time, it's harder than the little pat he usually favors, and I swear his hand lingers there just a second like it's rubbing out the sting. But it's gone so fast I'm not sure I didn't imagine it. "Um," he clears his throat and sets the glass down. "Definitely your best attempt. A little strong on the ginger, but it's more or less drinkable."

The rest of my roommates each mimic Cam, sniffing then sipping their drinks. They make similar noises—not quite approving my blend, but not repulsed by it either. Almost in unison, they clear their throats before declaring it decent.

***

The muffled bass of the music at Jerry's seeps through the door as we approach, welcoming us before we even step inside the dark, somewhat dingy poolhall. Inside, it's louder. Not so much you can't have a conversation, but enough that you have to raise your voice to do it.

I'm barely in the door when I catch sight of Aiden with a couple of his frat bros at the bar, and my body tenses. Despite Cam's confession that he didn't feel right hanging around Aiden alone, it doesn't sit well with me that they shared something I wasn't part of. I know that's ridiculous considering it was my idea, and they didn't even take it the direction I first suggested, but just knowing they could've makes me squeamish.

Fortunately, Aiden does little more than nod in our direction, and I can only hope that's because Bennet was making his way over to them and not because I had some sort of warning look on my face. I'm not sure what expression I might've been wearing when I saw him, and even though I wanted him to stay put, I'd feel bad if my face made him do that. Not bad enough to suggest he should come shoot pool with us, but a little bad.

Beside me, I see Cam nod back, but he doesn't change direction, heading straight for the pool tables. I follow with Liam and Cruz, shoes occasionally sticking to the floor, and we put our money on the table so we can play the next game.

Since the pool tables are in the back of the room, somewhat hidden from the bar by a hall that leads to the bathrooms, we can't see Aiden from back here. I'm sure he'll come over eventually, and after a beer or two I'll feel less edgy and ready to hang out, but for now, I can't deny I'm glad to have a little separation.

I'll overthink this feeling later, but for now, we claim one of the high-top tables that line the perimeter of the back room. Cruz sits on a stool with his legs spread so Liam can stand between them and use him as a backrest. Cam takes the other stool, leaving one of his legs braced on the floor instead of the footrest so I can straddle it and rest my weight on him. Bennet joins us a few minutes later, setting a pitcher of beer and some glasses down as he asks, "Who's up first?"

"Liam and Cruz have the first game, then me and Jagger," Cam says.

"Cool. I'll grab Aiden when I'm up and he'll be my partner." Bennet pours everyone a glass, and we all take a sip of the cheap college staple.

While we wait, we shoot the shit about football—of course—before Cam says to Bennet, "Hey I keep meaning to ask if you saw that guy in the stands at practice a few weeks back? Would we get scouts watching this time of year?"

"Doubtful," Bennet shakes his head. "I mean, it's not against the rules to watch anyone at any time, but I don't think they'd bother watching us during summer ball."

"What would a guy be doing at practice, then? They're closed to the public, aren't they?" Cam asks.

"Yeah, but every once in a while, people will find a door that got left open by mistake. It happens over the summer when campus is sort of empty. I can't see it being a scout though. He's probably just a random dude with nothing better to do and got lucky enough to find an unlocked door."

Looking at Cam over my shoulder, I ask, "Why are you still wondering about that? It was forever ago."

"I saw a guy on the way in that reminded me of him."

"Reminded you how?" Cruz asks.

"Not sure." Cam lifts a shoulder as he takes a swallow of beer. "Just a feeling I guess."

"No way it's a scout then," I tell him. "No scout would still be here weeks later."

"What if he lives here?" Liam asks.

"Why would he live here? If he works for a pro team he'd probably live by that team," I point out.

"Not necessarily," Liam says. "My dad was friends with a guy who scouted for Nashville but lived in Arizona. Since he wasn't a coach, just the guy who traveled around looking at prospects, he could live wherever he wanted."

"Huh," I mutter. "Never thought of it that way. Still, if it was the same guy, he's probably just a rando like Bennet said."

"Probably." Cam nods his head, eyes catching on something that makes them narrow. I twist back around to see a group of girls headed our way, and my stomach sinks.

Leading the pack is the girl I hooked up with several weeks back, Anna, who I mistakenly—drunkenly I assume—gave my number to. I've been dodging her for weeks, respectfully of course, telling her I was too busy with classes and practice to get together.

That's not untrue either. I have been busy. It's just that when I'm not, like right now, I haven't reached out.

Cam puts his hand on my hip as she gets closer, but either the table blocks her view, or she ignores it. The fact I'm propped on his leg doesn't seem to faze her either since she keeps coming toward me with a suggestive smile.

"Hey." She walks right up to me, boldly standing less than a foot away. I guess since we hooked up before she doesn't consider that I might be with Cam. Technically, I'm not, but a few inches to the right and I'd be riding his dick, so you'd think that would give her pause. It doesn't, so her audacity sort of rubs me the wrong way.

Funny, I probably wouldn't have thought twice about it a few weeks back, since I use Cam as my chair a lot, but today her assumption that I'm not here with him bugs me.

"Finally got a break?" she asks.

"Uh, yeah."

"Want to hang out?"

Cam's fingers tighten on my hip, and I'd say he's trying to steady me except for the fact they're gripping kinda hard. Protective or …possessive . It makes my heartbeat speed up in a totally unexpected but not unpleasant way.

"We're gonna play some pool," I answer, pointing my thumb at Cam behind me.

"Can we join?" she asks.

I stall by sipping my beer, going for a polite yet disinterested vibe, which is sort of unfamiliar territory for me.

I sleep around a bit, true, but since I make it clear up front it's a one-time, casual thing, I've never had anyone chase me for a repeat. If I happened to bump into a former hookup and they asked to go again I'd graciously decline and that'd be the end of it. Since I was too drunk to follow my typical protocol with this one, I'm in uncharted territory, and I don't know what to do.

Obviously, I don't want to be an ass and send her away, but I don't want to lead her on, either. I'm dangerously close to the type of situations my dad would get himself into, which I swore I wouldn't do, and I feel itchy and agitated at the prospect I've inadvertently mimicked his example.

"You play?" I finally ask her as the table opens up, and Liam and Cruz put their quarters in to start their game.

"You can teach us." Her smile is a cross between bashful and sinful, and it strikes me yet again that straight Jagger would've said game on, but bi-curious Jagger isn't impressed.

Interesting . When you take an interest in dicks does that replace your interest in pussy? Or is it just this girl who isn't doing anything for me? I do remember her being sort of loud in a way that didn't turn me on, so maybe that's the issue.

I cast a subtle glance at the rest of her friends, all very attractive, and one that has the perfect amount of curve to her otherwise athletic build. My cock doesn't perk up exactly, but it feels mildly interested. Hmm. Maybe I'm just getting more picky.

Cam squeezes my hip, snapping me out of yet another rabbit hole I'd been venturing into, and I realize I haven't answered. I still don't know how.

As always, my best friend senses my hesitation, and steps in to take care of it.

"Maybe another time," he says. "We've got a housemate bet going on."

I latch onto his comment like a lifeline. "Sorry, Anna. There's cleaning duty at stake, and I don't intend to touch a dishrag any more than I have to."

That earns me a pout that I'm sure is supposed to be sexy, but the full puckered lips do not make me wish they'd be wrapped around my dick later the way they probably did the first time I saw them. They're almost too full, unlike Cam's, which are just the right amount of plump without being overly puffy.

Great, now I'm thinking about Cam's lips on me. How that fucker kept his bisexuality a secret for so long I'll never know. I feel like dicks are the only thing I think about anymore.

Bennet shoots us a disgusted look as the girls drift away. "Housemate bet? Do you plan to inform the class why I'm not stuck playing pool with you assholes instead of having the chance to hook up tonight? They were clearly interested, and excuse me if my math is wrong but there were three of them and three of us available, so... What am I missing?"

"Go get her if you want her blowing up your phone all the time," I tell him.

That's a totally unfair thing to say, and I feel like an ass as soon as the words are out of my mouth, even if they are true. I don't want to be the kind of guy that uses others to get laid, and I did sort of give her the impression of being interested in round two. It's not her fault I accidentally led her on.

"I'll see how I feel after a few beers," Bennet grumbles, which means if he's horny enough he'll risk a clinger. It makes me grateful I don't have to worry about that with Cam. We can fuck around without turning it into anything but the epic sex it is.

Aaand now I'm thinking about his dick again. How I owe him a return blowie… How I'm pretty excited about it since he made giving head look amazing.. . If I'm half as good at sucking cock as he is, I'll blow his mind. I just know it.

Liam whoops in triumph, snapping me out of my fantasy. Cam nudges me to get up since it's our turn on the table, but seeing as my thoughts have taken on a salacious nature, I'm in no condition to play right now. Still, I get up and grab the stick anyway, figuring if I lose fast enough, maybe we'll get home sooner rather than later. Then I can play with the balls I actually want to play with.