6. Corey

Chapter 6

Corey

What the fuck am I doing at an FVU football game? You’re here for your little cheerleader.

My brain needs to fuck off and die… even if it’s not wrong.

Luke Green intrigues me, and I’m not really sure what to do with that. Coming to a football game to watch him cheer seemed like a good idea at the time. It’s the place where he will be in his element. I can watch him shout and dance and hate it. Then all these thoughts will go away, and I can go back to not jacking off to the image of him wearing my sweats and looking up at me with those big emotive eyes.

I’ve thought about him naked, too. The sight of his lean, toned chest is seared into my brain. But for some reason, I nut especially hard when I think about cuddling with him.

Maybe if this aversion therapy doesn’t work, I’ll book an appointment with a doctor. Any doctor.

Watching Luke dance as he cleaned a gross bathroom was mesmerizing. He is the type of person that makes others happy with no effort at all.

Where has the rich, entitled college student gone?

Hopefully, I’ll find him again at this stupid game.

A roar goes up from the crowd and I watch as cheerleaders from both teams come running out of the tunnel. I spot Luke almost immediately, his russet curls bouncing as he gets into position.

ROAR, RHINOS, ROAR

WE WANT TO WIN SOME MORE

ROAR, RHINOS, ROAR

MAKE THEIR BODIES SORE

ROAR, RHINOS, ROAR

KICK THEM TO THE FLOOR

The chant ends with the crowd drowning out the woos of the cheerleaders. I’ve never really watched cheerleaders in action. The fact that most of them are women probably has something to do with that, but my respect levels have gone way up. The way they did their routine completely in sync while chanting is beyond impressive.

For fucksake.

Today is meant to reaffirm my dislike for Luke, not being impressed by him.

It doesn’t work.

I sit there on the sun-bleached green bleachers with a baseball hat pulled down low, completely mesmerized by every smile, chant, and movement.

There is no way in hell I am going to continue to crush on this guy. Tomorrow, I’m taking him somewhere his true colors will show. That’ll nip any warm and fuzzy feelings in the bud.

“Get in the car, Luke,” I say, pulling up outside the cheer house the next day. I absolutely hate the way his face lights up when he sees me. The stomach flutters are from hate, and not excitement, like some dumbasses would like you to believe.

“We’re going shopping?” he says, getting into the car, laughing. Disappointment crashes over me, which is weird because I wanted to remember he was an entitled asshole. I just didn’t think he’d do it so fucking fast.

“Funnily enough, I have zero interest in hanging at the mall all day watching you spend your parents’ money.”

I pull away from the curb and head to one of my favorite places.

“What? No, I didn’t mean- fuck.” He takes a deep breath. “Corey, I was quoting a movie. Have you seen Mean Girls?”

“I’m not really a musical fan.” I risk a glance and immediately wish I hadn’t. He’s gaping at me, mouth wide open. He would take my cock so good. Right down that tight little throat.

“Never say that in front of Lexi,” he chuckles. If images of him sucking me off hadn’t gotten me hard, then that sound would have done the trick. “Before it was a musical, Mean Girls was a 2004 film. There’s a line where the head mean girl says, ‘Get in, loser, we’re going shopping.’ I was just misquoting that line to you.”

“Oh.” What do I say to that? I can’t apologize to him. I need him to think I’m an asshole. Except, he really doesn’t seem to be getting the memo.

“Where are we going?” Luke asks, a hint of blush overtaking his face. What is that about?

“We’re actually here,” I say, pulling into the parking lot.

I get out of the car and watch as Luke does the same and reads the sign. The Meadow: LGBTQ Youth Center.

Luke grabs my forearm, bouncing. “This is amazing. Do you think they’ll let us help out?”

“I know they will.” I pull my arm away and make my way into the building that feels like a second home to me at this point.

“Corey, you’re just in time for lunch prep. Get your ass in the kitchen,” Keira, one of the supervisors here, says, not bothering to stop. The weekends are the busiest days at The Meadow.

“Sure thing, Keira,” I call to her retreating back. “Come on, let’s go make some food.” I head off in the direction of the kitchen, not bothering to look to see if he’s following after me.

“What is this place?” Luke says from behind me.

“Are you fucking serious?” I whirl on him. “You don’t know what a youth center is? How fucking out of touch are you?”

His nostrils flare, and those sexy, plump lips flatten as he steps into my space.

“You know nothing about me, Corey Howe. I don’t know why you have decided I’m a rich, entitled prick, but you are so fucking wrong. My mom died when I was a few weeks old. I don’t even know where my dad is. He remarried and took off when I graduated from high school. I’m at FVU on a scholarship. My older brother, who is a stripper, sends me money so I don’t have to take on a job. He insisted, and I only agreed because when I have my degree, and I’m a teacher, I’m going to pay him back every cent, whether he likes it or not.” He is vibrating in anger. I want nothing more than to kiss away his anger. Fuck it right out of him.

“You can hate me for what I did to your yard,” he continues, still so close, I can smell each minty breath. “But that is it. You don’t know me well enough to hate me as a person.”

“So you didn’t lash out because you weren’t going to get sex?”

“Hell no. I’ve never even had sex. No way was I ever planning to lose my virginity to someone I had just met.”

His words stop me in my tracks. “You haven’t…ever?”

“After everything I’ve said, that’s what you’re hung up on?” He scoffs. “You really are the asshole everyone says you are.”

I snag his hand as he tries to walk past me. “I had a really bad experience with entitled jocks in high school. I had my parents, but I know a lot of queer people don’t. I volunteer here because I want these kids to know they aren’t alone and shit can get better.”

I was expecting a smile, maybe an up nod. I wasn’t expecting Luke to throw himself at me in an aggressively cute hug. I slowly wrap my arms around his shoulders. The feel of him against me just feels right.

I love it.

I hate it.

He looks up at me. “You’re not as assholey as you like people to think, huh, moonbeam?”

“Moonbeam?”

“You’re a ray of light in the dark.”

I feel Luke’s stare deep inside of me, and it sets off all of the warning bells. Stepping back, I move out of his hold.

“We’re not doing that, Luke. You’re not going to give me a cutesy nickname I can’t live up to.”

I ignore the flash of disappointment in his eyes and make my way to the kitchen. Pouring soda and fixing sandwiches is the kind of mind numbing task I need right now.

Being attracted to Luke was fine when I wanted it to stop. When at best, I thought I might get a quick blow job after all this chore shit ends.

Nicknames and doe eyes are another story.

For the first time in years, there is a person that I don’t want to think I’m a heartless asshole.

I don’t want to hurt him.

But it’s called a crush for a reason.