Six

six

Ephemeral: short-lived

SPENCER

Two weeks have passed. TJ and I see each other every day. He comes to the café in the mornings before training, orders his disgustingly healthy smoothies and even forces me to have one as well—his insistence about soda being bad for me is tedious, but adorable. He doesn’t kiss me goodbye; we are not a couple. We are just having fun like a dudes -with-benefits kind of arrangement. So a dirty, very promising look is exchanged, and we spend the day doing our things. Sometimes a quick text about nothing is shared. Then he comes to my apartment in the evenings. We eat boring food—being an athlete is fucking tough—watch TV or study, and fool around.

He’s become the master of head—can make me nut in under three minutes. No full penetration, though. He lets me play with his ass, he confessed to me he likes to have a couple fingers up there while being sucked. Tonight, I have plans for that jock’s muscular tushy.

My phone beeps on the floor, so I grab it and return my head on TJ’s lap. He’s watching football, of fucking course, while I’m sinking more deeply into my languor. A few minutes more, and I’ll take advantage of his brawny, herculean, body.

His hand goes absentmindedly to my hair again, applying a light massage that gives me goose bumps.

Wish I could have this to infinity. The sudden thought makes me frown. I don’t have the capacity to analyze it tonight. My brain is fried after four hours of memorizing how cultural products and social processes contain and enable human behavior. TJ’s old notes helped greatly, but I still have a lot to cover. I’m still a bit surprised by his generous and attentive gesture, maybe because I’m not used to people doing things for me. Apart from Lori and Gabe.

I look at my phone screen and see a text from Lori. His ears must be ringing.

Lori:

Let me ask you something vital, is your mental prowess better than your sexual one?

Me:

?

Lori:

I hope not, because you’re an idiot and a sucky friend! And a sod. And a wanker.

Me:

Is that all?

Lori:

I hate you. The Krampus curse is broken by the way, THANK YOU for asking, bellend. He possessed Wednesday for a few hours, but everything ended well.

Me:

Bye, Lori!

Lori:

Are you doing the nasty with Thor? Is that why you stiffed the guy I sent your way? If that’s the case, I want details and some drawings. Manga style is preferred.

I push my phone to my chest as a snort slips out of my nose. After two seconds, my phone beeps again.

Lori:

I have excellent mental prowess, in case you were wondering. I won’t comment on my sexual one, I don’t want to make you cry with envy, mate.

That makes me chuckle. He’s such a cuckoo—an insufferable one most of the time.

“Who’s texting you?”

I tilt my head to the right and find TJ’s fiery eyes like melted chocolate on me. Now who’s jealous?

“Lori.”

“Oh, Frodo.”

“Fro… You’ve met Lori?” I ask, confused.

“Yeah, he threatened to nail my dick to the scoreboard if I hurt you.” That sounds like Lori.

“Good friend?” His tone is too nonchalant.

“The best. He helped me with my scholarship,” I confess for some inexplicable reason.

“I didn’t know you won one.” He sighs with displeasure.

“Are you that eager to know about me?”

“Fuck yes,” he replies straight away. “Keep going.”

I’ve never met someone so interested in me before. I’m not used to all this attention. It’s unsettling, and at the same time, it starts a warm feeling inside my chest. A tiny flame that has been crushed before, leaving me broken and alone.

So I do what I do best, distract both of us with sex.

“If I disclose a few things about me, what will I get in exchange?” I purr as my finger trails down his thermal shirt-clad chest.

He follows the movement and then utters, “A piece of my clothing?”

I blink in surprise. “Like a striptease?”

“Let’s see, I have socks, pants, boxer briefs, shirt, cap—six items of clothes. questions.”

“Five,” I counter.

“Two socks. garments, six answers.”

My pout gets me a tongue-sucking, dirty kiss before TJ slides from under me to stand in front of the sofa. Football game on the TV forgotten.

I grab my soda bottle from the floor and place it near my thigh as I snuggle more comfortably against the sofa cushions, ready for the show to begin. “Shouldn’t we put on some music?” I look around for my phone.

“Nope. Want to hear your voice when you answer me.” Then he jokingly scolds me, “Stop pouting, or we’ll go through the stripping part very fast.”

“Promise?” I smirk eagerly.

“How did Lori help you get here?”

His abrupt question makes me blow out air. “His boyfriend—fiancé now—offered me a full scholarship plus this apartment. I think because Lori put in a good word.”

“Wow. You know people in high circles, then.”

“Nice try. I gave you my answer, now strip!” I bark.

He smiles and nods. His arms cross in front of his chest as his hands shift to the bottom of his thermal shirt. He so fucking slowly and damn sexily peels the fabric up, revealing the sexy V peeking out of his black sweats, then, one by one, his swoon-worthy turtle shell abs, the sleeping bear tattoo resting on his mountainous pec, the dark nipples pointing right at me, and his wide, strong shoulders. Fuck, his body is an amusement park, and I’d like to jump on that ride all night. I’ll even make an everyday pass.

It’s a bit challenging to take off the shirt while keeping the baseball cap on, but TJ manages it smoothly. He throws the garment at me, and I dig my nose in the warm fabric, filling it with the scent of cinnamon—which I found out he likes to add to his daily smoothies.

When I come up for air, TJ is looking at me with an intense gaze I can’t decipher.

“One down, five to go.” I bite my lower lip, loving this game.

He suddenly snatches my soda from the sofa and replaces it with a bottle of water he grabs from the kitchen counter. I roll my eyes at his obsession with healthy drinks. Always leaving juice and protein bars for me in my room with the excuse that he forgot them. He even convinced me to train together in the gym.

The fact is that he seems to enjoy it, doing little things for me. He always fucking beams afterward. And damn, a smiling TJ with no shirt is jalape?o hot.

“Okay. Shoot.” I wiggle my fingers at him as I adjust my dick inside my joggers.

His heated eyes zero in on my half chub, but he asks, “What’s your favorite color?”

I snort. “Really?” He just nods. “Purple and gold.”

“Gotta put some purple streaks in my golden hair, then,” he jokes, making me giggle. I’m fucking giggling now. The damn squawking wasn’t enough.

He gives me his back and bends down. His plump, round, juicy ass is the only thing existing in my world for the next six seconds. Then he turns toward me again and dangles one sock in the air.

“My favorite song is “Crazy” by Aerosmith,” I state, hurriedly gesturing for him to bend again so I can get another butt show.

“I didn’t ask you that.” He lowers the hand holding the sock.

“I can’t take it back. You have to give me the other sock.” I push my lower lip out.

“Alright.” He yields so easily. “But I ask. You answer. Those are the rules.”

I give him a military salute before enjoying the show again. Damn, I want to fuck that ass. But I won’t push him. I’ll give him all the time he needs. The wait will make the experience even more sweet.

He twists the socks in his hand before tossing them at me, and luckily, they end up on the floor a foot away from me.

“Don’t you have to toss the ball while you play?” I taunt him with a smirk.

“I ask the questions.” He narrows his eyes at me, and I chuckle. I haven’t had this level of fun in…forever. But with TJ, I always feel good one way or another.

“But you should know by now that I’m a defensive tackle, I hardly toss the ball.”

“Tackle. Got it.” I wink at him. I’ve never seen him play, so how would I know? He does talk about football with me, but he sweetly takes his time to explain the terminology related to the sport, which forces me to climb him like a tree. Every single time. Hence my still limited knowledge on the subject.

“Where were you before Lori?” His next question makes me click my tongue. It’s a hard one, I’m not ashamed, but also not proud of my past.

“On the street.”

He frowns. “Why?”

“Is that another question?”

“Yes!” He yanks his sweats down, remaining in a pair of Calvin Klein white, tight boxer briefs and his cap.

“I ran away from my foster family.” I swallow hard, pushing away the memories. When I open my eyes, TJ is in front of me. I can see he wants to know more, but I can’t go there right now. I don’t want to.

Playtime is over. I stand up and grab his hand, guiding him into my bedroom. He follows me without a word, and I feel grateful.

When we reach the bed, I spin around, turn his stupid cap backward and kiss him. Before he can wrap his arms around me, I sit at the foot of the bed and push the waistband of his boxers down. “Need to suck you off,” I tell him before swallowing his dick all the way down my throat.

“God, Spencer,” he growls, grabbing my hair and choking me on his cock just the way I like it. He fucks my face with long, slow drives of his hips, our eyes locked the whole time.

The adoring way he’s gazing at me is too much. He’s too much. I tap his thigh, and he immediately pulls off. “Everything okay?” His attentiveness is killing me.

I nod, while taking off my clothes. Then I pull him on the bed on top of me. My hands end up in his hair; the cap falls somewhere as I suck and lick on the sexy vein on his thick neck. He groans sliding his big, callous hands all over me.

I tell him to lie on the side, and I shift and do the same until my face is on his cock and his on mine. ty-nine has never been one of my favorite positions, but with TJ, everything we try is fireworks and bliss. Having his dick in my mouth, his delicious taste, weight, and size while he strangles my cock in the hottest, tightest vise, it would have brought me to my knees if I wasn’t already lying down.

The wet sounds of our mouths and grunts and moans fill the bedroom. When he starts pulling on my balls, I can’t stop my hips from bucking. I slick my fingers with the saliva drooling down my mouth and brush them over his pucker. He groans and pushes his ass more firmly against my hand.

The tip of my finger spears the tight ring and then enters smoothly inside. Damn how much my dick wants that. I’d probably nut after two pumps inside him.

TJ rolls his tongue over my cockhead, and I let out a slutty noise, guiding his hand toward my ass.

I slide a second finger just as he slips one in me. He starts fucking himself on my fingers frantically while pounding my face at the same time.

He suddenly pulls off my cock to snarl, “Add another finger.”

I do, and he hisses, probably for the sting, but keeps rocking his hips. His hand holds my head still as his other finger fucks my ass.

“Jesus Christ!” He licks my cockhead and sucks once on it. I’m bombarded by so many sensations all at once, I can’t think straight. I'm losing myself in him, turning me into a whore. His whore, and I want it—him, so much.

“So. Fucking. Good.” Every word is followed by a hard buck of his hips. “So. Fucking. Hot.” And my “more, more,” is muffled by his massive cock tunneling inside my throat.

“Here it comes. Swallow once and keep the rest on your tongue,” he orders. I’m usually the one in control when we have fun since it’s all new for him. Since I’m his fucking first—the thought gives me more satisfaction than it should. I like this dominating side of him, though. This confident, strong side that comes out at times.

He pushes all the way in, and I feel the first warm rope rushing down my throat. Then he moves back until only the tip of his dick remains in my mouth, shooting more cum. I press my three fingers deep inside his ass until I find his prostate, making him roar and sink his nails into my scalp as another load splashes on my tongue.

“Fuuuuuck me!” he pants. And I wish I could. My dick in his ass or my ass on his dick. I’m not picky.

He sits down as my mouth lets go of his incredible cock. Then he pulls me up as well, and my fingers slip out of his butt.

“Part your lips, let me see,” he rumbles deeply. His eyes turn even more heated as he looks at his cum on my tongue. He’s as filthy as I am. It’s such a fucking turn-on. I’m looking forward to eating his ass and vice versa. “Let it spill down, want it to roll down your body.”

Jesus, can he be more perfect? I feel the wetness trickling down my chin and chest. I witness his deep satisfaction as he spreads it all over my skin. He really likes my chest. Likes to touch it, to brush his fingers all over it, asking about my tattoos while studying them.

“So damn hot.” His eyes fall on my hard dick. “Want me to help you with that?” He tries to stifle his smile, but I can clearly see how much he enjoys seeing me hard and desperate.

“Oh, you will,” I whisper almost ominously. “Lie on your belly.”

He raises a brow at me but does what I say. This submissive side of him makes my dick weep every single time. Also the fact that he’s always eager to try new things.

I straddle his thighs and tap his ass cheeks with my hard-as-steel dick. God, that’s hot.

He freezes, all tense under me.

“I’m not going to fuck you. Will never do it without your permission.” I caress his back with a comforting touch. “I’m just going to fuck your ass cheeks. You’ll love it, I promise.”

I feel him relax under me, and I focus again on his spectacular rear. It’s a thing of beauty. Never seen such a fine specimen before. I palm his cheeks and part them with my thumbs, spitting on his crack a couple of times. I feel TJ shivering under me, it makes me feel so fucking possessive. The word “mine” keeps spinning inside my head as my insides burn for him.

I push my length between his cheeks and start sliding it back and forth over his gaping hole, stretched out by my fingers. He moans like the slut he is, and his fists grab the sheet as his hips start bucking. The pleasure is out of this world and at the sight of his pink hole—open, slick, ready to be taken—my balls could explode just from looking.

“You’re humping the bed like a junkyard dog in heat,” I grunt as my hips speed up, moving rough and fast. My cockhead gets caught on his hole, and he cries and moans while I snarl like an animal. “Who’s smiling now? You’re such a slut. My slut!”

His back is arched toward the ceiling, shoulders tense, muscles flexing and bulging under me. He is a fucking vision. All big and strong and compliant under me, grunting desperately while trying to catch every scrap of pleasure he can find.

I grip his ass cheeks bruisingly hard and go to town on him. My balls hit his ass, making it jiggle every time my dick slides forward. I let more saliva fall on it, and he screams a lusty “Yesss!”

I could fuck him so easily right now. Prop his hips up and slide right in. I can picture it so clearly.

“Spencer!” His cry takes me back to the moment, and I growl as my balls start tingling.

“I’ll cover you in cum, TJ. Just like you did to me.”

“Do it,” he moans before his body starts jerking under me. Is he coming from my dick sliding over his hole? The thought makes pleasure detonate inside me. Everything whites out, and then I shoot all over his back, tightening his plump ass cheeks around my shaft.

“Fuck! God! Yes. Such a fine ass. Milk me so good.” When the last rope spurts out I fall over him, not caring about the cum between us.

My cock is still tucked between his cheeks. I want inside him so damn much. But more than that, I want to be with him. What I’m starting to feel is dangerous. My self-preservation instinct is screaming at me to take a step back.

“Don’t stop scratching my side. I love when you do that.” He puts a stop to my grim thoughts. I didn’t even realize I was touching him.

He sighs contently as I resume the scratching. I inevitably smile against his nape.

“Tell me,” he whispers a few minutes later.

“What?” I ask sleepily.

“One of your fancy words.”

I would have shaken my head at him in exasperation if I had any energy left. “Why?”

“Because I asked you.” It’s as simple as that.

“Luminous.”

“Is that a Harry Potter spell?” I chuckle at his silly joke.

“Meaning?” he asks.

“Anything that radiates or reflects light, shining brightly. It exudes a sense of brilliance.” Like you , I want to tell him, but I don’t.

“Luminous,” he murmurs softly. I can hear the smile in his voice. Then he adds, “You know when you asked me what I’d like to do with my life…if I had a choice?”

I hum.

“I’d keep playing football. If not in the NFL, I’d like to coach.”

I slide off him, and we move onto our sides, face-to-face.

“So do it,” I tell him.

“You make it sounds so easy.” He scoffs. “I’ll lose my inheritance if I change my path.”

“So you’ll be one of the many people who don’t have a rich dad paying for them.”

He sighs. “It’s more complicated than that. Everything I’ve done up until now was to get what’s rightfully mine.”

“You won’t be alone if you decide to change your future,” I hazard in a low voice.

He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers, lifting them to his mouth for a kiss. “You make me hope,” he confesses, his eyes open and sad.

I’m getting too involved at this point. It’s a very reckless game. The question is, can I quit it before he leaves me?

I wake up feeling too hot. Like burning up. My balls are blazing. What…? TJ’s hand is around my hard dick, beating it off while he’s fucking his fat cock between my thighs. He really is a junkyard dog.

Fuck! He must have fallen asleep here last night. That never happened before.

I groan when his hand squeezes the tip of my cock before resuming the fast pumping.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking hot when you sleep. And your ass, baby. Damn!” Baby?

I hear the slapping sound before the sting registers on my skin. “Love to see it jiggle under my hand. So fucking horny for you.” He smacks me again, and instead of telling him to fuck off—it’s happened in the past with some handsy hookups—I whimper and push my butt toward him.

“You like that?” His mouth brushes against my ear, and I feel his chest vibrating with a chuckle against my sweaty back. His hand falls one more time and then squeezes the sensitive skin hard, making me hiss.

Fuck, I don’t like it.

I love it.

I want more. But I can hardly speak as he keeps jolting me and using me like a sex doll. And I love that too.

His dick keeps gliding between my legs, rubbing my balls with each slick slide giving life to a buzz of electricity all over my skin. His hard abs hits my ass every time he thrusts forward making my eager hole clenching around nothing. I understand fully why he became such a whore for me yesterday. The slurping sound of his dick and the friction of his thick, hard, smooth cock send a bolt of lightning aimed right at my balls. And I can’t stop my loud panting.

How would it feel to have that massive dick inside me? Splitting me in two? Reaching places no one has ever penetrated? I wrap my arm around his neck and grab his nape, squeezing my thighs and rocking my hips frantically, following his crazy, fast rhythm.

“Come all over me,” I gasp, making him growl. He spanks me again, three fast swats, and the orgasm hits me out of nowhere. My jizz falls on the sheets and rolls down his hand just as I feel him tense behind me, and then a wet sensation spreads between my legs and over my balls.

His hand lifts and loosely wraps around my neck, pushing my head back against his.

He lets out a shaky breath as his body shudders. “What are you doing to me?” I can barely hear his soft whisper when the alarm on his phone suddenly resounds in the living room.

He cusses and leaves the bed and my bedroom, coming back after a few seconds holding the clothes he stripped out of last night.

I’m still riding my buzzing post-orgasmic wave, simply lying on the damp sheet while enjoying watching TJ’s muscles tighten and contract as he bends and twists, giving me a reverse striptease. His broad shoulders seem about to tear the thermal shirt and his tree trunk legs are the perfect cradle for his beautiful swinging cock—huge even when flaccid. He’s a work of art.

“Aren’t you going to take a shower?” I ask him, adjusting my head on the pillow. I have a few more minutes before going to work.

“I’ll be late for training.” He sits at the end of the bed to lace his shoes.

He grabs his phone and starts tapping on it.

“Will you come to the café later?” I ask, my voice slow with sleepiness.

TJ nods distractedly. “Maybe.” His head is in jock mode already—that’s what I call it when he turns all his attention to football.

I yawn so loudly I think I hear my jaw crack. “I’ll be at the library today.”

“Uhm? Oh, okay. Gotta go.” He gives my lips a fast, hard peck and then leaves.

I close my eyes to enjoy some more sleep when my alarm starts ringing.

Fuck!

The morning flew away. I had to perform two people’s jobs at the café since Rachel got a cold, and even though there’s fewer people coming in these days—Christmas is thirteen days away—I didn’t have time to take a break.

I wonder what TJ has planned for Christmas. He’ll probably go back home since he has a family. The thought of not seeing him for a couple of weeks sits in my stomach like a boulder. Which further proves that I should put some space between us. This winter break will be good then. It is going to give me some fresh perspective on what the hell I’m doing with him.

It was supposed to be a one-time experiment that turned into what? Friends with benefits? Are we even friends?

Do friends get annoyed when one hasn’t texted back after four hours? He finished his training and didn’t come to the café, which has happened before—his coach is a slaver if you ask me. But now, it’s the afternoon, and he’s still AWOL.

I’m walking toward the library for some extra studying with my head still on TJ when I see him twenty feet away from me. It’s easy to spot his humongous body and the gray cap covering part of his long blond hair. He’s talking with a man, an older version of him. It must be…his father. Expensive beige coat, leather gloves, same brown eyes. But while TJ’s are sweet and candid, his father’s are cold and calculating.

TJ’s gaze suddenly finds mine, and what I see forming in them as he registers my presence hits me hard. Horror and fear. Like a deer in the headlights.

An undeniable wish to protect him from whatever is causing him distress engulfs me, and I take a step toward him. But he firmly shakes his head, halting my advance. A painful realization spears my chest: I’m the cause of his affliction. He doesn’t want his father to meet me. He’s scared shitless about it.

We aren’t together or anything, he doesn’t have to introduce me to his damn family. But the thought of TJ being ashamed of me even as his friend is like an imaginary blow to the gut.

And when his father looks at me and dismisses me in the next second? Like salt on an already bleeding wound.

And when TJ walks away, leaving me there without another look? It should leave me flatlined, right? It does the opposite. It gives life to a blazing anger that promises to turn everything around me to ash. Myself included.

Because this is what I deserve for getting involved with a closeted jock. I knew this was going to happen, I kind of mentally prepared myself, but that didn’t help one bit. Being used and thrown away is the only constant in my life. Thought I became immune. Fuck, was I wrong. It still hurts like a bitch.

I should have ended it when I started to feel things for him. But I’ve known the guy for how long? Less than three weeks? I thought I was safe.

Will I ever learn? Better late than never.