MADDOX

AS MY MOM pulled her car into the driveway of the house in Byron Bay to drop me off at the end of winter break, I wasn’t too particularly worried about what she’d find inside. I’d texted Cyprian, who had come home from break the day before, that she wanted a tour. I knew he’d be the responsible one to clean up anything sus and make sure it looked parent-approved.

As I’d thought, when I opened the door to let her through, the house was filled with the scent of some holiday dessert baking in the oven, and everything was spotless. He’d even thrown up a few decorations like a wreath on the door and a little snow globe on the coffee table. Where he’d procured those from, I had no clue.

“Oh wow, you boys have really kept it nice in here,” she commented, looking around. She wandered into the kitchen, where Cyprian was sitting at our tiny little round dining table, scrolling on his phone.

He greeted her politely, since they’d already met back when she’d first dropped me off at the beginning of the semester. He was definitely the better of my two roommates in terms of Mom-related purposes, but I hoped if Caelyx popped up during the tour he’d at least pretend to be polite and civilized.

She asked about what he was baking, and he told her it was a spiced fruitcake, something he always made after Christmas was over. I listened to them chat about recipes and holiday traditions for a bit, somewhat bored, before she asked to see my room. I hopped up to lead the way, glad I’d cleaned up before heading out for break.

I sat on the side of the bed with my leg blocking the nightstand, just in case she decided to get a little curious. Didn’t want her finding lube and condoms in the top drawer, or my small but growing collection of dildos in the bottom drawer. I only had two so far, but… I wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea of more. Maybe I’d even branch out and get some other stuff to surprise Ren with.

“You’re really getting along all on your own,” she observed, glancing down into my empty laundry hamper. I wondered if she had expected a pile of reeking, sweaty gym clothes and empty food wrappers and dishes scattered all around my room. When she sniffled, I glanced up at her in alarm.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, it’s nothing. I’m okay. It’s just that you’re so grown up already, and I didn’t expect you to be.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I really don’t feel grown up,” I offered, eyeing her cautiously. I never knew how to act around crying people. To my immense relief, she laughed a little and carefully dabbed her eyes.

“Well, that’s good, isn’t it? And you’re doing so well in your classes and staying out of trouble. Your dad and I are so proud of you, Maddox.”

Her words were nice, but they only caused a little burning knot of anxiety to clench in my stomach. Would they be proud of me if they knew I was two seconds from being kicked off the swim team?

I was glad and kind of amazed at how much better she and my dad were getting along. They’d actually become civil with each other, no longer screaming and passive aggressively sniping at one another every time they were forced into a room together. I could tell my little brother and sister were less stressed about it too, which was great. It seemed they’d really kind of bonded over forgetting my birthday, which was dumb and not that big of a deal, but I couldn’t complain about the results.

She hadn’t mentioned the swim meet that was at the end of this week, which she had originally planned to be here for. I hadn’t reminded her of it, either. At this point I wasn’t even sure if I’d be on the team in a week, so I didn’t want her coming back up for nothing. But I wasn’t ready to admit that I’d handled things so badly there, especially to my dad.

I stood in the driveway, waving to her as she drove away, even though it was freezing balls out and snow was layered over the ground in fluffy sheets. I hoped she wouldn’t cry more on the drive home. I’d at least send her a text tonight to be sure she was okay.

Scrambling back into the warmth as soon as she was out of sight, I thanked Cyprian for making the house look so well taken care of.

“The fruit whatever thing was a nice touch,” I added, and he laughed.

“I was telling the truth about that, though. Making fruitcake between Christmas and New Years is a tradition in my family.”

“Isn’t fruitcake that horrible stuff that people hate getting as a gift?”

“If you don’t know how to cook, sure,” he said, smirking a bit. “I guarantee you’ll like mine.”

“I guess I’ll try some.”

“I appreciate your faith in my ability,” he joked.

It was still kind of funny to me that this tall, jacked guy could unironically be so invested in fruitcake. I was sure he’d be super popular with girls, looking the way he did and also having the ability to make great food for them, but I’d never seen him bring anyone home. Well, I wasn’t going to comment on that. Not my business how he wanted to spend his time.

I took a quick shower, cranking it up to hot to knock the chill off my skin from standing out in the snow with my mom. Firmly securing the towel around my waist, I stepped out of the bathroom into the hall, releasing a thick cloud of steam from the doorway.

“Heads up,” Caelyx said from the living room. He looked and sounded groggy, so I guessed he’d been sleeping until now, even though we were pretty deep into the afternoon. “You’ve got company.”

“Company?”

“In your room,” he said, jerking his chin toward my bedroom door before shifting his attention back to the TV. Making my way back down the hall, I knew there was really only one person who’d wait for me in my bedroom.

“Hey,” I greeted Ren in surprise when I opened my door, closing it behind me. Sitting in my desk chair, he put down his phone, a slow, happy smile carving across his face as he took in my appearance. “I didn’t know you were back yet.” We’d been texting back and forth all day, like always, but he hadn’t mentioned when he’d arrived.

“Surprise,” he answered, standing up and moving toward me. His eyes were dark and intense already, locked on mine. Suddenly feeling exposed, I swallowed as heat crept over my skin.

“Ren, y-” I broke off as he covered my mouth with his, sliding his hands up into my hair to anchor me. All my thoughts slid out of my head as his tongue thrust into my mouth like he was fucking it. Gripping onto his shoulders for balance, I whimpered as he nudged the towel away from my body. Cold air washed over me, making me shiver. There was something kind of embarrassing about being totally naked while he was still completely clothed but he didn’t let me focus on the thought as he kept melting my brain with his tongue.

“You really missed me, huh?” I tried to inject humor into my voice to lighten the sudden intensity in the air when we broke apart to breathe, even though my dick was already hard and throbbing. But if he understood my attempt, he didn’t show it.

“Very much,” he answered, his voice a low, rasping growl. His eyes were still locked on mine as he reached for me, running his palms down my body possessively, like he was reminding me that he was the only person that had ever fucked me. A chill snaked up my spine, but I felt my cock swell up even more. “And then you come in here like this, after I spent all break missing you.”

“Ah, I… Um.” I felt myself stammering like a complete moron, but my brain wasn’t exactly functioning at peak performance level. “I didn’t know you were in here, so…”

“And I think you missed me a lot too, right, Maddy?” He asked, completely ignoring my assertion.

I started to answer, but let out a gasp when he slipped his hand between my thighs, cupping my sac and pressing his fingers against my hole, giving it a firm stroke.

My knees went to jelly and I could feel myself clenching against his fingertip, but I forced myself to talk. “You know I did.” Holy fucking shit, what was he doing to me?

“Did you miss this part of me?” He asked, grasping my wrist with his free hand and pulling so my palm was pressed against the thick outline of his cock in his jeans.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, rubbing my palm over it, trying to squeeze my fingers around, but his jeans were too tight. I’d never been so hard in my life, or so I thought, until he said his next sentence.

“I think you should show me how badly you missed me.”

My breath huffed out, my chest pounding. I didn’t know what to say or do, other than sink down onto my knees. My fingers trembled as I fumbled with his button, then dragging his zipper down so his cock could spring free. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I breathed in the scent of his skin, gripping him at the base.

“Get it really wet, okay, Maddy?” He ended the sentence like it was a question, but it didn’t feel like one. It felt like an order, one I wouldn’t even think about disobeying.

With his fingers curling into my short locks of hair, I ran my tongue up the length of it, laving the head to sweep up the precum he’d already leaked out. I was pretty sure he didn’t want me teasing him or taking my time, so I opened wide to suck in as much as I could, until his fat head was nudging the back of my throat.

Taking him in and out, loving the slick glide of his cock between my lips, I moaned. His fingers tightened in my hair, holding me still as his hips gently rocked into me, cramming his cock deeper. My eyes watered with the effort it took not to gag and choke on him, my fingers digging into his thighs to help me keep my balance. After what felt like a short time, he was pulling me up, his cock releasing from my mouth with a wet pop, and maneuvering me toward the bed.

“Stay like that,” he commanded, when I stumbled onto the mattress on my hands and knees, via his guidance.

My hole clenched, like my body knew I was about to get pounded. Panting from the exertion of practically choking on his cock, I turned back to watch him shed his clothes. He was definitely in a hurry. When he settled behind me, the anticipation was so strong I was practically quivering, my breath tearing out in sharp bursts.

My cock felt heavy between my legs, ready to burst. I wanted him stretching me out so bad, I was aching for it. I would have begged for it if he’d asked me.

I felt his thumbs on my ass, spreading me open, before I felt his hot tongue on my rim.

“ Fuck ,” I panted out, digging my fingers into the sheets under me as he licked me over and over. “That feels so fucking good, Ren.”

Unable to stand the overwhelming pressure in my groin as his tongue sent spirals of pleasure into my balls with every lick, I reached between my legs, stroking my fist over my leaking cock. He smacked my hand away, dragging a frustrated groan out of me.

“I don’t want you to come yet,” he said. His words had an apologetic twinge to them, but it didn’t exactly take the sting out. “You want it that bad?”

“Fuck, yes. Just fuck me. Please.”

To my intense relief, he reached past me to open my drawer with the lube in it.

“Did you mean what you said, about wanting my come in your ass?” He asked, reminding me that I’d blurted that out during our Facetime session without meaning to. But I was feeling even more mindlessly needy now than I was then.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“So it’s okay if I don’t use a condom?”

“It’s okay,” I confirmed, gasping and jerking at the splash of cold lube on my hole. He passed over my prostate as he prepped me with his fingers, over and over until I collapsed forward onto my elbows, my ass tilted up into the air. When he finally lined his cock up and started pushing it into me, I could have cried.

His groan was so deep and so feral, I felt my cock throb between my legs at the sound of it. “Your ass is so good. Fuck, Maddy.”

My moans were loud and insanely embarrassing in my ears, but I couldn’t hold them back. It felt even better without a condom, his cock even hotter inside me, stretching me out with so much heat that my eyes and mouth watered. The sting was so good. The drag of his movements stimulated my prostate at a constant pace, the sensation so overwhelming that it sent an orgasm crashing over me with no warning. All my muscles clenched, my hole spasming around his thick length as I gasped and cried into the sheets.

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he rolled into me, drawing it out so I kept coming and coming, until it was borderline painful.

“W-wait,” I panted, feeling like I was close to blacking out. “I need a minute.” Having his cock pressing into my spot right after coming was too much.

“Sorry, Maddy,” he apologized, but didn’t stop moving inside me. Pulling out until only his tip was in me, he pushed back in, lighting up all my nerve endings one by one, lighting them on fire until my brain was blinking out. “I told you not to come yet.”

“ Ren. ” His name tumbled out of my mouth in a pathetic whine, but I was glued there, trapped by his hands gripping my waist, anchored by his cock filling me up.

“I want you to do it again,” he panted out, pounding into my prostate so hard it was sizzling, the sound of his balls smacking into my ass punctuating every rough thrust. “And this time, your tight little ass is going to milk every drop of come out of me. Can you do that, Maddy?”

“ Yes .” What the fuck else was I supposed to say?

It didn’t take too long until another orgasm started building in my spine, radiating out to pulse in my balls. By this point, I was practically mindless, murmuring out little pleas and broken sentences.

When it hit me, the sensations were as intense as always, dragging sounds from my throat and clamping my ass around Ren’s cock. His hips stuttered against me, his whole form stiffening as he came. The hot spurts of come felt like lava against my sensitive walls, but it was so fucking sexy, feeling him spill out into me like that.

When he was done shooting his load, he slumped against me, but kept a tight grip on my hips, like he didn’t want to slip his softening cock out yet. I didn’t want him to pull out yet, either.

“Holy fucking shit, Ren,” I finally panted out. I didn’t know what else to say. Where the fuck had all that come from?

He chuckled a little, still out of breath. “You’re the one who made me like this. Teasing me with that dildo, and then sending me those amazing selfies all week.”

“Those weren’t even hot,” I argued, laughing. And they really hadn’t been. They’d just been regular shit like when my dad had taken us to a museum, or me eating my breakfast.

“They were hot to me,” he said simply. “But really, I wasn’t planning on this or anything. I just wanted to surprise you because I missed you. But then you came in here in just a towel and, um… Well, yeah. I just got really turned on.”

“You’re not apologizing, are you?”

“No,” he answered instantly. “That was way too awesome to apologize for.”

“Good,” I said, biting down into my lip to muffle my yelp as he finally pulled out. The brief instant of gaping emptiness was awkward as usual, but this time was accompanied by the even more awkward feeling of his come seeping out. “My bed is so gross now,” I complained.

“I’ll change the sheets for you,” he promised, nudging me to my side and snuggling down onto the bed next to me. Clearly he didn’t care about laying in a gross wet spot. “Um, so… In case it wasn’t clear, I really missed you.”

“It was pretty clear,” I said, leaning up into his soft kiss. The feral, dominant person that had just fucked me into a quivering, moaning mess was gone, replaced by a sweet, considerate, rambling nerd. That was fine. I liked both sides of him too much to complain about anything.

“I just don’t want it to seem like I meant it’s all about sex or anything. Because I don’t feel that way.”

“Right,” I said, furrowing my brow a bit at his concern. “I know you don’t feel that way.” When he didn’t say anything, his eyes becoming dark and intense again, I reached up to brush some of his shaggy hair away from his forehead. “Is there something else you wanted to say?”

He hesitated, then shook his head. “Not really. I’m just glad to be back with you.”

I’d never really imagined having this kind of connection with anyone, where I felt like I could really say or do anything, and not have to worry whether he’d like it or not. I could tell there was something else he wanted to talk about, but he was so good about not pushing me when I wasn’t ready about stuff that I knew I had to let it be.

“Do you want to sleep over?” I asked, and he nodded eagerly.

“I can leave early to shower and get dressed and stuff before class,” he said.

We ended up ordering food in and spending the rest of the evening together, holed up in the bedroom like it was our own personal little bubble of peace and happiness. Which was good, because when I went to the front door to grab the food delivery, Caelyx made fake porno moaning noises at me, rolling his eyes back and sticking out his tongue, until Cyprian smacked him in the arm. Asshole. I couldn’t wait until he started seeing someone so I could fuck with him over it. Then again, the guy had no shame, so I wasn’t exactly sure yet what I could even tease him about.

“Did your coach say anything to you about missing the trip yet?” Ren wondered, twisting pasta around his fork from the styrofoam take-out box.

“Uh, no,” I answered. I’d been sort of trying to avoid thinking about all that. “He left a voicemail on my phone the morning everyone left, and it was pretty passive aggressive. He’s definitely not happy with me.”

“I guess I don’t understand sports but threatening to get rid of the best person on the team is kind of, uh… Weird,” he said.

“Yeah. This team isn’t like any I’ve ever been on.”

Part of me wondered if he somehow knew that I was bi. Or at least suspected, based on O’Conner’s claims. The way he let them use slurs and shit talk any guy who they suspected of being gay made it clear where he stood on that particular subject.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I really don’t know yet,” I said honestly. “I know I should stay on and try to make it work, but the way the other guys are treating me… I’m not used to this kind of thing.”

Ren nodded sympathetically. I’d finally told him about what had happened on my way home before the birthday party, when O’Conner had attacked me.

“Maybe you should just talk to your coach and tell him how you feel,” he suggested. “I mean if he doesn’t have any idea what’s going on between them and you, then of course he doesn’t understand why you’re hesitant about hanging out with the team.”

“I don’t know…” I answered, grimacing. I’d never been that guy on the team, who voiced complaints and brought up issues. Ren wouldn’t understand, but that kind of thing wasn’t really tolerated usually.

“It’s okay to ask for help and stuff, you know?” He insisted. “You don’t have to suffer burdens by yourself all the time.”

“Yeah, okay. I’ll talk to him, but… I need some time,” I admitted.

“What are you going to do about practices?” He asked, and I just shook my head.

“I don’t know yet. I need time to think.”

“Okay,” he said, reaching out to rub a hand over my arm. “You know that whatever you decide to do, I’ll totally support you.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks.”

I didn’t know how I would have coped with anything if I hadn’t met Ren. But it didn’t seem like he was going anywhere, so I was pretty sure I didn’t have to find out. Leaning my head onto his shoulder, I took in a slow breath, cupping my hand onto his jaw when he tilted his face down to kiss me.

I had some serious thinking to do about how I wanted the rest of my experience at BBU to be.