32. Lane

"What do you mean, Miah knows?!"

To his credit, Noah looks sufficiently chastened. He's legitimately sorry, and that's all fine and good, but he should have told me.

"How long?"

"Lane—"

"How. Long."

"He got confirmation the morning he came to drop my stuff off in the hotel."

I huff. That was weeks ago.

"What kind of confirmation?" I ask, biting my cuticles. I've already worn a path in our small dorm apartment from my pacing. I'm trying not to freak out, I really am. But I've barely come to terms with myself and this—relationship, or whatever it is. I'm not ready for anyone else to know. Especially someone with a big mouth and a tendency to gossip. I suppose it's a good sign he's managed to keep it to himself this long.

I knew it was too easy when there was no real fallout from the night I accidentally punched Miah. I'm not sure which guys from the team witnessed any of it, but I know they were there. No one said anything or looked at me sideways, though. And I just so happened to end up in a room with Noah at our next away match?

Noah thinks he's protecting me, but I can't protect myself if I don't know what's being said behind the scenes. It's times like these that I feel small, despite my size.

My arms cross, and I aim a glare at Noah, demanding an answer. His eyes glide over me, and he bites his lip.

"Noah!"

"Sorry, bro. But you can't do that around me and not expect me to get excited."

"Do what? Be angry?"

"It just makes me want to put you on your knees and force you to do dirty, terrible, sinful things," he says, sauntering forward. I hold up a hand to stop him, although it takes every bit of strength I have to deny him whenever he takes that domineering tone with me.

"I need to know," I say seriously.

He waits until he has me crowded against the kitchen sink before he answers.

"The bed was all fucked up, and the lube was still out," he says, too casually. His lips quirk as he says the next part. "And then, as he was leaving, you called me into the shower with you."

My face falls, remembering exactly what I'd shouted to let him know I was ready for him to join me.

"Please tell me you're messing with me."

"I honestly wish I was," Noah says, and laughs. "I'm never going to live that down."

"You're never going to live it down? You?!"

"I'm the one that was eating your ass, not the other way around."

"Because you love it! And you don't give a fuck what anyone thinks!"

"Damn right I love it," he says, dropping kisses along my neck. "Your ass is a fucking delicacy."

"Dude, I'm all sweaty." We just came from practice, and Noah has started skipping shower time with the team and coming home with me instead. We don't always make it to the dining hall for dinner with our friends and teammates because the moment we've made it through showers, the towels drop and we get horizontal.

We've basically not stopped touching each other since the day after Noah found me in the locker room. And ever since the night he took my virginity? Well, let's just say we're getting a lot of extra cardio. So much so that I've fallen into the habit of skipping my morning run in favor of morning blow jobs and getting the sleep pounded out of me.

He's a fiend, and I'm just as bad. All he has to do is look at me the right way, and my hole clenches. I'm having a really hard time hanging onto my anger right now, especially since it makes Noah all hot and dominant, which makes me want to bend over and present myself.

Look at that, closeted prude to full-fledged butt slut in less than three months of living with my stepbrother.I no longer have morals when it comes to the spine tingling, life altering orgasms he pulls out of me.

We've tried it the other way, but Noah couldn't take more than half of me comfortably, and I much prefer being on the receiving end. It's not that it didn't feel good, it did. I've certainly never felt anything that intensely tight before. But absolutely nothing feels as good as Noah abusing my prostate like he's on a personal mission to drain me of all my bodily fluids.

"I don't think you get it," Noah says, swapping kisses for licks. "I like you all dirty and sweaty. I'll lick the sweat and cum from your ass right now, baby. I'll bend you over this sink and eat you so good, you'll forget to be mad at me."

My traitorous body reacts in spectacular fashion, although I hate the idea of not being meticulously clean, especially my butt. I know he's going to be face first in there any chance he gets, so I stay prepped and groomed. But we practiced hard today on a muddy field. I'm drenched in sweat and mud, and we both stink. And let"s not forget how he took me against the wall this morning before classes and insisted that I walk around "sloppy" for him all day. I definitely need a shower before I'm going to be comfortable with him doing anything to me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To shower," I say. "I'm still mad, but I'll let you make it up to me after we both smell better."

Noah holds my wrist and pulls me back to him, forcing my shirt over my head. Then he licks a path up the middle of my chest and the side of my neck before taking my mouth, plunging his tongue in to feed me the salty flavor of my own sweat. Thinking that's the end of it, I begrudgingly smile at his antics. But he doesn't let me go. Instead, he turns me around to face the sink, pushing my shoulders down until my elbows are in the sink with Noah's dirty cereal bowl from this morning. I'm about to gripe about it and push away, but he whips my shorts down and drops to his knees. Before I can do more than gape, his tongue licks up my crack, literally licking the sweat from my ass like he said he would.

"Jesus, Noah—gross—Nnnggyyuhh." It's wrong. It's disgusting. It's filthy. But his tongue pushing into my hole is a sensation I crave more than oxygen.

"So fucking tasty," he groans, muffled in my filth. He stands up, keeping pressure on me so I know not to move. We both know I could throw him off or get away without much effort, but he loves throwing me around and dominating me. And I'll be damned if I don't love it too.

Noah digs around in a shelf above our heads, and I don't know what he's looking for until I feel cool liquid spill down my ass crack.

"Are you still good from earlier?" he asks, pressing two fingers inside me and turning his fingers around, stretching and lubing me up. "I need to be inside you right fucking now."

My ass stays sore, but I secretly really love it. "I'm good," I say, panting. "Take me."

The bottle of olive oil drops to the counter next to me and I scramble to find something to hold on to as Noah lines up and pushes inside me, bottoming out in one hard thrust. Sharp pain and sharper pleasure spike through me, and I grunt loudly.

"Fuck!" Noah chokes out. "I swear your ass just gets better every time." Pulling my back against his chest, he keeps his thrusts slow and steady while he sucks my neck and bites my ear. "Don't come," he says, just before he grips my hips and sets a punishing pace. His dick hits my prostate, and I protest his command with some choice words when Noah pounds his second load of the day into my ass.

"Bend over," he instructs when he pulls out of me. I can feel a trickle of cum leaking out of me. Noah's nasty ass loves to watch it trickle out of me. Because of course he does, it's humiliating. But I have to admit that I do love being used by him.

"Noah! What—" Noah's open mouth latches to my ass and sucks. I'm speechless, and completely ashamed at how hard my dick jerks. Even knowing that he's sucking his own cum out of my asshole, or maybe because of knowing it, I'm so close to coming it hurts.

Noah stands up and turns me around. I watch, wide eyed and horrified, as he opens his mouth, showing me his tongue coated in semen. His own semen. That he sucked from my ass that he just fucked. After a full day of walking around sloppy and getting sweaty at practice.

This is so wrong.

Yet when he spits it all out onto his hand and wraps it around my shaft, there's little more I can do than thrust into his hand. He jacks me so good, until I am begging for release. Then he drops to his knees and swallows every drop that shoots out of me.

"You're disgusting," I say a few minutes later, after we've been lying on the kitchen floor with our pants still down around our ankles.

He grins and reaches for my hand.

"You make me this way."

I laugh. "Gross?"

"Obsessed."

"Oh, come on, ref! That was a blatant foul!" Noah yells at the official, stalking after him when the referee doesn't do more than pull a yellow card for the stunt the Notre Dame center forward just pulled.

Danny trots over and gives me a hand to pull me up, and Coach Carr signals for a sub. Noah rushes back to my other side, after being warned by the ref that he was on thin ice. Despite my protests, the two of them all but carry me off the field.

"I'm fine!" I tell everyone, pushing both of the hovering gorillas away from me. I'm pretty sure they're both overcompensating to compete with each other rather than to actually help me, and I'm honestly fine.

The player from Notre Dame tackled me, but luckily, the muddy field cushioned most of my fall. I took a cleat to the back of my knee, but it's nothing that a few minutes of stretching and an ice pack won't help.

Coach Carr barks at Danny and Noah to get back on the field, and I give him a grateful smile before turning my attention to the trainer that kneels to examine my leg. She deems me fit to continue, but the match is just about over, so I stay on the bench the rest of the game. Noah and Danny manage to work together and avenge me by getting two more balls in the net, making tonight's match our highest scoring shutout.

"Maybe you should get hurt more often," Coach mutters next to me, when I stand up to cheer for the last goal. He gives me a funny look, and walks away shaking his head before I rush the field to celebrate with the team.

Noah runs right up to me and lifts me from the ground, jumping up and down with my heavy body in his arms. His fingers dig into my side, and I make a really embarrassing sound out loud in front of all our teammates. Wrenching myself out of Noah's grip, I punch him in the shoulder and glare. Luckily, everyone is horsing around, so no one notices.

It's our last night before fall break, and we're celebrating a big win, so the team is throwing a party. Worse, a few of the senior guys are in a fraternity, so the party is at a frat house.

I'm not really looking forward to it, if I'm being honest. But Noah seems excited despite the venue. He's in such a good mood, he actually reaches out to do a sort of half-handshake with Danny. The two of them worked well together tonight. Maybe they'll let go of their embarrassing little rivalry and stop drawing attention.

"Please tell me you're going to let him go," Miah says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. I know that he's aware I'm not really a fan of having people in my personal space. But he doesn't seem to care, and keeps squeezing my shoulders.

"Let him? I'm not his keeper."

"Sure you're not." The pointed look he gives me reminds me that he knows about me and Noah. My face blanches, and he laughs. "You know we're cool, right?"

I'm assuming he means to say that he's not going to go blabbing, but he's an idiot. A loveable idiot, and Noah's best friend. But an idiot nonetheless.

"Yeah, we're cool."

The party is in full force by the time we arrive. It's loud, the lights are dim, and it smells like beer. It's really not my idea of a good time.

Noah and Miah are pulling me along, greeting everyone. There are a bunch of guys here from the team, and people I recognize from the athletic dorms. We're told that a bunch of players from the women's soccer team are here, too, playing pool in the basement. Miah gives Noah a meaningful look and then gives us both an extravagant bow before turning and running down the stairs.

"You don't want to go with him?" I ask, getting close so he can hear me over the music.

"Did you want to play pool?" He yells back.

I shake my head. "What I meant is, are you sure you don't want to be chatting up the women's team?"

Noah pulls back and gives me an odd look. "Why would I want that?"

I shrug, keeping my face neutral and my body language casual. There are questions that I desperately want to ask him, but I also don't want to seem clingy.

Noah looks around, then grabs my hand and pulls me towards the back of the house, and out onto the deck, where we have to pass through a cloud of smoke to get to a set of stairs. I follow him down and into the yard, where people have gathered around a bonfire, and around the corner. Noah looks around, and after confirming we're alone, presses me against the side of the house and kisses me.

"That's better," he says. "Now, what were you asking me in there? It sounded like you were insinuating that I might want to find someone to hook up with."

"I mean… Do you?"

"Why would you think I'd want that? Is that what you want?"

"No!" I answer quickly, and some of his hurt expression bleeds away. "I just… I don't know. Everything with us went from zero to a hundred really fast, and we haven't really talked about it at all. So I don't know where you are or what you want."

"I haven't tried to talk about it too much because I don't want to scare you off," he says, reaching down and lacing our fingers together, holding my hand against his stomach.

"I don't want to hold you back?—"

I'm cut off by a random guy holding a solo cup, wearing cargo shorts and a Polo shirt with the collar popped up, sticking his head around the corner. He scoffs into his drink and calls back to someone, "Nah, it's just some fuckin' homos making out or somethin'," before disappearing back into the yard.

My spine stiffens, but I don't have time to react beyond that. Noah, however, is on the move before I can stop him. He takes several long steps, taps the guy on the shoulder, and as soon as he turns around, throws his fist into the douchebag's face.

Chaos breaks out. Someone screams, and multiple people are yelling for a fight. A couple of the guy's friends grab Noah and pull him back before Noah can get another hit in. He struggles against them, seething with anger.

"What did you say?" He growls through gritted teeth.

I don't know if the douche is drunk or just an idiot, but he repeats what he said, along with a few other choice slurs that make my head spin. White noise fills my ears, and everything seems to happen in slow motion.

Sickness. Wrong. Abomination.

Everyone has filtered out into the yard to see the commotion. They're all listening as this random asshole outs me and Noah, calling us names, making disgusted faces. Noah gets free of the two guys holding him and pounces on the asshole, getting in a few more punches before his friends are running back into the fray.

I might be one tiny push away from falling over the deep end and puking all over myself, but I'm not about to let these guys gang up on Noah. I rush them, only to have Danny step in front of me and hold me back before I can prevent Noah from taking a punch. I push by him, but then a bunch of our other teammates are there, surrounding me and Noah, pulling him off the homophobic asshole, whom he managed to tackle again.

Sam Triviano, our captain and a senior member of the fraternity hosting this party, kicks the douchebag and his friends out, saying something about how they don't accept trash in their house. Several people standing on the deck throw their cups at the three jerks as they make their way out, griping and cussing. When they've disappeared from sight, it feels like everyone turns their attention back to us. I can feel their gazes heating my skin.

"Does anyone else have a problem?" Noah shouts, challenging our teammates and the small crowd of other random students.

Sam, Miah, Peters, Taylor, Lionel, and a few of our other teammates, look at him warily, and then look at me. Danny approaches Noah and pats his shoulder, either in support or to calm him down. Either way, it was brave, because Noah looks like he might bite someone's head off. He glares dangerously, but when Danny doesn't back off, he nods his thanks, and apologizes to the rest of the guys for causing trouble.

"Dude deserved it," says Miah, and everyone mutters their agreement.

"Are we all good here?" Sam asks, making eye contact with me. I didn't even get a chance to punch or be punched.

I drop my head in a curt nod, realizing why I'm suddenly the center of attention, even though Noah's the one bleeding. He was defending me.

They all know now.

But they don't seem to care.

One of the guys that I don't know well looks around at everyone. "Dude, aren't they brothers or something?"

"He's not my brother!" Noah and I answer at the same time, and everyone laughs.

And just like that, everyone goes back to the party. Danny takes a second to check in with me, but I'm a little too stunned to process what he's saying. He makes a face at something over my shoulder, and then rolls his eyes before walking away. Noah walks around me, looking me over like he's checking me for injuries, and then stands in front of me.

He takes my hand, linking our fingers together right there in the yard where anyone could see. Our faces and hands are illuminated by the bonfire raging at the other end of the yard.

"Let's go home."

Noah keeps his hold on my hand the entire walk home. It"s only about a mile, but it feels like it takes hours, and I have no words. All I can do is stare down at our hands, and then intermittently look around to see if anyone"s looking at us. It"s still early in the night, since we weren"t even at the party for half an hour before Noah went ballistic, and most of campus seems to be out celebrating the beginning of fall break. A few people look at us curiously, but no one says anything. One or two even smile at us as they walk by. But most don"t even notice us.

Maybe Danny is right. Maybe most people don"t care what"s going on outside their own bubbles.

Noah"s hand is warm in mine. It"s not as foreign as I expected it to be. It feels right.

I have to smile when he squeezes my hand and cuts his eyes past a small copse of trees, but he doesn"t stop. He"s on a mission, leading me through campus to get us back to the small dorm apartment we"ve made our home.

When we get to our door, he presses me against it, kissing me softly while he maneuvers his key into the lock. The door opens, and he walks me backwards. When the door slams shut behind us, it"s like someone snapped their fingers and turned a light on. The atmosphere between us changes, and we"re all heavy breaths and fumbling fingers as we kick off our shoes and strip each other right there. We don"t even make it to a bedroom. Noah leads me to the couch, and after giving the coffee table a shove to make more room, he kneels between my legs. The way he strokes, licks, and kisses my shaft is nothing short of worshipful. He"s driving me wild with need, and I"m seconds from thrusting into his mouth, but I desperately want to kiss him. I want to fuse our bodies together and get as close as two people can get to becoming one.

"I need you," I whisper hoarsely. They"re the first words I"ve said since we left the party, and they sound loud to my ears.

Noah kisses up my abs and chest to my neck. "Whatever you want," he says reverently. "Whatever you need."

Pulling him up to take his mouth, I shift us until I"m straddling him on the couch. It"s reminiscent of the first night we spent together, and I take both of us in my hand, stroking while I devour his mouth. The deeper we kiss, the harder I stroke us, until we"re moaning and leaking all over each other. It"s not enough. I need more. I need him inside me.

Because he can always read my mind, Noah mutters, "Lube, right corner." Reminding me that we stashed a tube under the couch.

Reaching for it, I squeeze some onto Noah"s fingers and fill my hand. The easy slide of my palm over our throbbing cocks makes us both shiver, and we moan in unison as my ass swallows Noah"s thick fingers. I"m impatient with the prep, reaching to guide him inside me before he declares me ready. The burning stretch as I sink down on his thick cock forces a guttural groan out of my throat. Noah wraps an arm around the small of my back, and the other around the back of my neck, holding me tight against him. We are each other"s air, sucking in deep breaths between passionate kisses. My fingers dig into his hair, gripping it tightly as I slowly roll my hips. My hard cock presses between us with every movement, my balls rubbing on Noah"s lower stomach. Pre-cum leaks on his chest and he holds me closer.

Noah trails his lips down my jaw and throat, sucking and nipping at my Adam"s apple the way he likes to do. He sucks it hard, groaning when I lift and drop myself harder. He pants and moans into my skin, angling his hooded eyes and open mouth up to watch me ride him. My breaths are heavy and laced with desperate sobs of need. I arch my back, crying out to God when Noah thrusts his hips up to meet my ass every time it drops down. The rhythm of our movements becomes frantic, an intense current of pleasure growing. The air is thick, filled with the sound of heavy pants and moaning. As my climax threatens, my moans bleed into mewls and keening.

Noah is heavy lidded and lost to his lust, but he pulls my face down to his. We"re so lost and breathless, we can't even kiss, only hold our lips near each other, panting and crying into each other"s mouths. My moans and cries become a repeated mantra of Noah"s name, over and over again, as I near the point of no return. My cock pulses between our bodies, the only friction I need with the perfect assault on my prostate. It thickens and the trickle of pre-cum becomes more like a stream.

"Come for me, Lane. Come all over me."

"Oh God, Noah, Oh God—I"m—coming!" I wail as my orgasm takes over my body.

Between us, my cock erupts, shooting cum so hard it splashes the underside of Noah"s chin. I spasm so intensely my limbs freeze.

Somehow I end up on my back, legs in the air as Noah fucks me hard and fast, riding the never-ending aftershocks of my orgasm. He grips my legs against his chest and pounds me, chasing his orgasm. He roars out his release, pounding into me before letting my legs fall open and draping himself over me. Still moving inside me, he kisses me so hard it wrenches intense emotions from my chest and I sob as I find a different kind of release.