32. Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Darren

In early December, Dillon and I helped take our team to an actual fucking college bowl. The Fenway Bowl wasn't the biggest or most important, but it was a fucking bowl ! We were playing against Southern Methodist University in Boston, Massachusetts.

Part of me thrummed with electric energy, but the other part couldn't take my mind off Christian, having to leave him behind for a few days. I hated leaving him all alone at school. Even Cade came to support Dillon, but Christian had too many finals to study for.

At least Darius, Cade's roommate, and Aaron, Dillon's roommate, would periodically check in on Christian. That asshole Mark was still attending UVA, and I worried constantly that he and Christian would run into each other. How did a piece of shit like that even get into a school like UVA ?

I pulled on my football girdle in the locker room, which was loud from the talking and pumping each other up for the game. Usually, it was me doing the same, helping to get everyone energized, but I struggled to focus with Christian on my mind, not to mention that this was my first bowl game. I was only a freshman, so this was fucking huge, and slightly terrifying.

Dillon and I had to kick ass not only for this game, but for all the others in our college careers. I needed to not only be the best to get into the NFL, but now I had that queer albatross around my neck. It wouldn't be easy, so I had to play like any team would be fools not to recruit me.

"Dare! Get your head in the game. You look lost as hell," Dillon snapped, squatting in front of me as I sat on the bench, pulling on my socks.

His blue eyes were so intent and focused. I needed to feed off of his energy. I took a deep breath and shook it off. "You're right… It's just nerves."

"I'm nervous as fuck, too, but we need to swallow that shit down. Nerves can make you lose a game."

We slapped hands and shook.

"I'm on it," I said.

Once we suited up, we all jogged onto the field after they announced us.

The stadium was pure chaos. There were so many fucking people, and I couldn't even tell who supported who unless they wore orange instead of blue. Southern Methodist was blue and red, while we were blue and orange.

There was stomping, screaming, marching band music. I used the insanity to suck me into the moment and give me strength.

Malcolm smacked my helmet. "We're going to fucking win this!"

"Yeah, we are! "

Though Mal was a wide receiver, he reminded me a bit of Dean, who'd gone on to Virginia State University since his grades hadn't been as good as mine. I missed him, but we stayed in touch.

The opposing team started, and it was slow going at first as we got a feel for each other and how we played.

When they finally scored a three-point field goal, Dillon, Malcolm, and I were up.

After the kickoff and discussing what play we planned to do, we lined up on the twenty. My body grew tight and tense as I hyper-focused on the players in front of me. As soon as the ball snapped, I shoved and blocked, watching around me to make sure no one slipped through holes to get to Dillon.

We made the first down and slowly inched our way downfield, ending the play with a touchdown and field goal, putting us in the lead by four points.

Our defense was on, keeping the other team pushed back and from making their downs. By the third down, it ended when their quarterback got sacked.

"Yeah!" I clapped. "That's the way to do it!"

As I got lost in the game and our push to win, all my worries were forgotten. My mind was solely focused on the game. I worked my ass off, keeping the other team off Dillon. The line was chaotic, with men as heavy and big as me, some bigger and stronger, but I was faster. A couple of times, a defensive lineman slipped through a hole, but I'd managed to tackle them before they reached Dillon.

The last touchdown put us ahead only by one, so instead of kicking a field goal, we ran it in for a two-point conversion, putting us ahead by nine points. Even if they made another touchdown, they wouldn't be able to tie with us or climb ahead on one play.

By the end of the fourth quarter, the score was still 26-17. Time was running out, so we slowly worked down the field to run out the clock. When we were down to a minute and a half, Dillon threw it downfield, where Malcolm caught it and ran it down to the end-zone. After the last field goal, there wasn't enough time left for SMU to score sixteen points.

We ended up winning with 33 points on the board.

Now that it was over, I allowed myself to get excited. We screamed, cheered, high-fived, hugged. We'd won our first bowl, and it made me fucking high.

Dillon smacked my back. "Amazing work out there, Dare. No one came near me."

"You were fucking golden, Dil. You really need to rethink going pro."

He removed his helmet and fingered his sweaty black hair from his face. "Nope. It's a quiet life for me."

"You're crazy, but I love ya, anyway."

Once we received our trophy, sports journalists interviewed us, which was insane. I felt fucking famous or something. They were especially excited to see Dillon and me being only first-year students and helping to take us to a bowl. Sure, there were a lot of bowls, and most didn't mean shit, but you also had to be there. The excitement and win made you high.

Back in the locker room, I grabbed my phone and opened it to see a message from Christian. I smiled like a loon.

Christian: Wow! Amazing Babe! You were fire!

Instead of texting back, I called him. God, I wish he'd been here, but I understood why he couldn't.

He answered on the first ring as if waiting for me.

"I'm so proud of you," he said as soon as he picked up.

"Thanks. That game was amazing. I know it's not a huge bowl and all, but damn, we were interviewed on TV, and everything. I feel kind of famous."

He chuckled on the other end. "You're going to be famous one day."

"I want to be the next Quenton Nelson of the Indianapolis Colts."

He laughed again. "Whoever that is. I'm sure he's fantastic, though. "

"He's only the best guard around."

"I miss you."

"Miss you, too, gorgeous. I'll be home tomorrow. Gotta go, but I love you."

"Love you!"

When I came through the door to my dorm, I dropped my bag along with my jaw, both dropping to the floor. There, in my bed, looking sexy as fuck, was Christian, wearing nothing other than some pink lacy panties, but they didn't look like they were made for women.

He smiled shyly, or was it slyly, as he stretched like a cat on the bed, seducing me, and it fucking worked.

"Do you like?"

I nodded like an idiot, mouth still wide open.

"Can you talk?"

I shook my head, making him snort a laugh.

With my veins suddenly ignited by fire, I shrugged off my coat, letting it fall to the floor along with my bag and jaw. I yanked off my hoodie and T-shirt in one movement, and then I was on him, a man starved for his Christian.

I fingered the delicate lacy underwear, feeling the softness. His cock tried to punch through the thin fabric as I cupped him.

I moved down and pressed my lips over his swollen dick, kissing it, revering it, inhaling his scent. Why did he smell like cotton candy? It was divine. A bead of pre-cum soaked through the fabric, and I licked it, tasting his bitterness. Christian hissed as he sat up on his elbows, watching me.

He let me worship him for a bit before he pushed me off and worked my shoes, sweatpants, and underwear off .

"Congratulations on your big game, baby,"

"Huh?"

He snorted a laugh again. "We'll talk later."

Christian reached for me. "Give me your hand."

When I snagged it, he pulled me up. Well, I did most of the work since I weighed twice as much as him, if not more.

"Stand," he ordered.

I stood, my cock pulsing happily. Christian sat on his knees and took it in his fist, slowly pumping it as he looked up at me with his wide, dark eyes and plump lips shimmering from lip gloss.

I groaned at the stunning sight. "Fuck, how'd I get so lucky?"

"You haven't gotten lucky yet."

I smirked. "You know what I mean."

He peeked out his tongue and swiped it over the head. My body shuddered at how sexy he was. Christian had always been sexy to me, but now? He was a damn god.

My fingers threaded through his hair, missing the length, but there was enough there to fist.

"Open for me, baby," I said.

His plump lips spread wide, and I eased my cock into his mouth, careful not to go too deep. He couldn't handle all of me.

I kept one hand on the base of my dick as I pumped into his mouth, leaving Christian's hands free to explore. One hand tugged my nuts, and with a finger on his other hand, he slipped it between my ass cheeks, rubbing it along my hole.

We'd never done any penetration other than a periodic finger or his tongue. That didn't interest me as much as his hole, pretty and pink. My body shuddered at the thought, along with his tongue running up along my sensitive underside.

"Keep looking at me," I ordered when his eyes fluttered closed.

He stared up, mouth stretched, with a bit of drool sliding down the corner of his mouth .

"Perfection. Absolutefuckingperfection."

My body burned and tingled with the first signs I was going to come. Fuck, just looking at him made me want to come, even untouched.

I thrust faster, and he sucked harder. It was hard to keep my eyes open as I got lost in his mouth and touch.

The pressure exploded as Christian gulped me down as fast as he could, making delicious slurping sounds.

"Fuck, fuck… Ugh…"

I quickly pulled out and lifted him into my arms, kissing him so I could taste myself on his tongue, along with his cherry-flavored lip gloss.

I carried him to the bed and eased him down, running my fingers along his body before touching his panties again. "I want these in every fucking color."

His smile was broad, and he pulled me on top of him. "You got it."