27. Ellis

CHAPTER 27

ELLIS

Gabe's hand muffles a whimper. With one foot hiked up on one of the shower's built-in shelves, his cock is hitting me at the perfect angle. He could finish this in seconds, but he draws it out with slow, languid thrusts. The hand that isn't blocking all my moans and cries is locked around my middle, holding my back to his front.

"Shhhh baby, everything echoes in here."

The hot water cascades down our bodies, the slip and slide of soap and lube adding to the wet squelch of our lovemaking. His cock moves in me easily now. He doesn't have to be as gentle, but he always wants to stay inside me as long as possible. Sometimes he doesn't even thrust or try to come, he just slips inside me to be close to me. He jokes that he needs me to keep it warm.

I love being full of him to the point of obsession. Away games feel like torture. Gabe keeps buying me toys to try when he's gone, but it's not the same. Not enough. Not him. They're leaving again today to play a three-game series in Mississippi, one off day, then one night in Louisiana before coming home again. He'll be gone for six days. We've made excuses about the amount of video calling we do, seeing as I've still been acting as Gabe's study buddy. Even when he's a plane ride away, we do more distracting each other than schoolwork. But if Elliot or anyone else is in the room, we keep it to studying and everyone just thinks that college has made Gabe a new man.

Every time he's about to leave, we fuck like rabbits, and take a lot more risks than we normally would. Two weekends ago, we met at the dugout again. My fingers were sore for days from gripping the chain-link fence as he plowed into me from behind. We snuck into the athletic building multiple times, making use of the locker room showers when no one was likely to be around. We've fucked in the laundry room at the dorms in the middle of the night, in the lobby bathroom, and let's just say the gym sauna now has a lot more happy memories attached to it than it used to. He visits me during my studio hours, but never fucks me there. He says he likes watching me work. I usually reply that he'd like watching me work his cock much better.

I can't get enough, and he's determined to fill my ass and stomach with as much cum as it takes to get me through the long days away from each other.

Missing his cock is one thing. Missing him is an entirely different ball game. I used to sleep hot, requiring a fan and often using no blanket. Now I'm freezing without my personal radiator. The mattress, that felt so soft when I first moved in, feels hard and unwelcoming without his weight next to me.

I've taken to sleeping in his room when they're gone and wearing his clothes. I like to send pictures of myself to him like we used to. It's how I get through the days when he can't be here with me.

Gabe's cock rolls over my prostate so good my eyes roll back, and I release the wall to grip his ass behind me, encouraging him to keep fucking me just… like… that. Oh, God.

" Mmphh — "

The door slams open. My moan catches in my throat and chokes me. Gabe stills, holding my mouth tighter.

"Dude! What the fuck!" he shouts. He even pulls back the curtain just enough to peek out at Elliot.

"Sorry, man. I had to piss like a racehorse. Are you almost done?"

"I'm busy here," Gabe grouses, and starts moving his hips again slowly. My fingernails dig into his sides. Stop! We're going to get caught!

"Oh, my bad. Well, hurry up. I know you haven't packed." The toilet flushes, and water runs. "Have you seen Ellis this morning?"

Gabe's tongue licks a path up my spine as he moves my hands back to the wall of the tub before reaching around to squeeze my cock. I hold my breath. "He's not in his room?"

"Don't think so. It's locked, and he's not answering."

"Maybe he stayed out again last night."

"He's been doing that a lot. You think he's okay?"

"I'm sure he's perfect," he says as he rolls his hips into me, and it sounds too obviously suggestive to me. He's so going to get us caught.

"He's always covered in all those damn hickeys," Elliot complains.

Gabe laughs, because just as Elliot says that, the skin on the back of my neck was turning purple in his mouth.

"Since when do you find this funny?"

"Since when are you so worried? It's like you said, he's a big boy who can handle himself."

"I just don't want him getting hurt." I want to be annoyed that they're in here talking about me like I'm not there, because Elliot doesn't know that I am. But my heart melts a little that he cares so much.

"Hey E?" Gabe asks, pulling the curtain back to peek out once more. "Can we maybe not talk about your little brother when I'm trying to bust a nut?"

"Oh, shit. Yeah, that's weird. Sorry." He leaves, but then opens the door again right after he shuts it. "Hurry the fuck up."

The glare I give him over my shoulder does nothing but encourage him. He rolls his lips in to keep his smile down, but gives up and presses his body against my back. He releases the grip he has on my mouth, using his hand to hold both of mine against the wall. His other hand reaches for my cock, wrapping his big hand around it. He strokes me at the same pace he thrusts inside, growling against my ear.

"You heard him, baby."

I watch my brother and his best friend, my secret lover, lead their team to dominate the three-game series at Ole Miss. A ton of people gather in the dorm common area to watch it on ESPN, including all my Howler Pride Alliance friends. It's already looking like the baseball team is going to make it to the SEC Tournament, considering they're the highest-ranking team in the conference so far and there's only a month left until the tournament. They lost a game this past Tuesday. It wasn't anyone's fault like the last loss, but Gabe blames himself for that one, and I blame myself for being petty. This past Tuesday was a well-played close game, and no one was particularly upset about it, especially since it didn't affect our chances for the upcoming tournaments.

Gabe texts me that they're going out to celebrate when I send my congratulations to our group text. Elliot thanks me and makes some jokes about a dumb play that Ga be made, nearly costing the team three runs because he was being a space cadet. Gabe sends me a message privately that he was thinking of me when he almost zoned out and forgot to run to second base.

Ellis: Thinking about what, exactly?

Gabe: About all the nasty, filthy stuff I want to do to you, of course.

Ellis: Don't hold back on me, big guy. Tell me everything. I'll give you anything you want.

Gabe: Well fuck, now I have a boner in the locker room.

Ellis: Pics or it didn't happen.

A few long moments later, a picture comes through. Gabe has his back to a dark blue wall. I'm assuming it's a bathroom stall considering the size of the space. Gabe is fresh out of the shower, dripping wet. His face isn't in the picture, but he's leaning back against the wall, the phone held high above him, so the picture captures every curve of his cut abs, that sinful V that points to my personal heaven, and the biggest cock I've ever seen in real life or in porn. It's so hard, jutting straight up, the vein along the underside plump and juicy. I lick my lips, forgetting that I'm surrounded by people.

"Jesus. Hallelujah, will you look at that thing!" Tyrell screeches, snatching my phone from me. "Is this Johnny? I thought you stopped texting with him. Christ on a cracker that's an impressive…" he stops, finger on the screen, and his eyes widen. He cuts that comically wide gaze on me, mouth gaping open, and then tosses my phone back in my lap like it burned him. It's so silent on our end of the room that it gets the attention of the jocks playing foosball across the room. Tyrell and I have a silent standoff while our friends look back and forth between us.

"What's going on?" Jamie whisper-yells.

"Apparently Ellis' anonymous text buddy has a massive dick," Ivy whisper-yells back, making sure all of us can hear their conversation.

Antoni snorts.

Sean says, "I swear it's not me." Like anyone thought it might be. I think Jamie might have been staring at him, based on their scoff, but I'm not paying attention to anyone but Tyrell.

"Oh, no. It's definitely not you." Tyrell purses his lips together, tucking invisible hair behind his ear. He crosses one leg over the other before pushing the turquoise cat-eye glasses he's wearing down his nose and looking at me over the rims. "You have a lot of explaining to do, baby gay."

"Not a baby gay anymore," Antoni mutters into his fist.

"Antoni!"

"What! If Tyrell knows, you're screwed, honey." He pats me on the thigh. "Tyrell is a notorious gossip queen."

Tyrell gasps and holds his hand up to his chest. "How dare you!"

Everyone stares at him incredulously.

"Okay, fine. But it always stays between us."

I'll give him that. We all know each other's secrets because of him, but he's never gone outside this circle. That we know of.

"If someone doesn't tell me what's going on, I'm going to scream," Ivy groans.

"Seconded," Jaime agrees .

Sean shrugs. "I already know," he says in his quiet, unassuming way.

I round on him. "And how the hell would you know?"

"Know what?!" Ivy squeals.

"I couldn't sleep a few nights back and thought I'd catch up on my laundry while everyone was in bed." I flush beet red, remembering how Gabe had fucked me so hard against the machines, we accidentally moved the entire row several feet across the linoleum. "And I've seen you coming and going from the sports complex at odd hours." Again, he shrugs like it's no big deal. Which, I suppose it wouldn't be, if not for the whole he's my brother's best friend thing.

"You do your own laundry?" Antoni scrunches his nose.

"Pretty sure you're the only one that doesn't, princess," Jaime retorts.

Ivy is staring at me. "You know who he is?" I nod, not saying anything. "And you didn't tell me?" She looks hurt.

"It's not really my secret to tell."

"But he knows," she accuses, pointing at Antoni.

"There was an… incident. He found out by necessity."

"Now that I think about it, we should have figured it out way sooner. Weeks ago." Tyrell looks at Ivy. "Remember when Ellis disappeared at the club, only to reappear looking fully wrecked? With you know who ?"

She gasps so loud it gets the attention of the other people still hanging around the common room. " No! "

She doesn't look upset anymore. She looks mind blown, and possibly amused. I can't read her through my panic. Gabe is going to freak out when he finds out they all know. I look down at his last message.

Gabe: Your turn, pretty baby.

Gabe: You alright?

"Yes!" Tyrell answers in the same astonished tone.

"Oh my God, WHO?" Jamie exclaims.

Sean leans over and whispers in their ear.

My hands cover my face as their mouth contorts into an astonished ‘o'. " No! "

"Yes!" Everyone but me answers. Then it's quiet again. Too quiet.

I peek between my fingers. "Quit staring at me! I feel like a museum display."

"You should probably be studied if you can take that thing," Tyrell says with raised eyebrows, before looking me up and down like he's assessing the size of me. Then he starts a slow clap. "I'm impressed."

"Oh! Let me see!" Ivy says, making grabby hands at my phone.

"Absofuckinglutely not!" I hold the phone to my chest, having just finished texting Gabe back that I'm fine, just surrounded by assholes.

"Killjoy."

Next to me, Tyrell is holding up his hands in an only slightly exaggerated size comparison. My palm meets my face.

"I hate all of you."