Chapter 11

I turn up to cheer practice, and I'm one of the last people there, which isn't surprising. Tucker is so fucking cuddly in the mornings, and apparently, my body is a slut for his. For the second morning straight, I wake up wrapped around his delicious body, face smooshed in between his pecs. Waking up late also gave me a bit of a reprieve from having to discuss last night. I dropped him off at the football field and then headed straight for the gym.

I definitely shouldn't have kissed him on the dick with my mouth.

It was the best kind of mistake, and I know that as much as I tell myself that it was a one-off, it wasn't. There is no fucking way I can keep my mouth and dick to myself now I've tasted his cum.

Looks like I will be doing what I'm best at right now and burying it deep in my brain box to think about later.

After changing really quickly into my gym gear, I rush over to where everyone is already stretching.

"You had sex," Bradley says so fucking loudly that everyone turns to look at me.

Jesus fuck.

"What? No, I haven't?" I lie shamelessly.

"Giovanni, do not lie to me," Bradley says, crossing his arms, eyebrow raised.

I huff at him. "Maybe don't shout my business for the whole team to hear."

"Shit, you're right. I'm sorry, bro."

"Don't worry about it," I tell him and drop down on the mat and start stretching. I wait a beat, knowing what's about to be unleashed.

"What sex did you do?"

"I bet it was good. Tucker has the look about him."

"Does Gio have a sex aura?"

"Wait, it was Tucker, right?"

"Is sucking a dick like sucking your fist?"

"How fucking big is your dick?"

I ignore Hudson, Perry, Luke, Lexi, Wyatt, and Nate's questions and look at Bradley.

"Does your psychic sex powers extend to knowing what we did?" I can't help it. I'm curious as fuck.

Bradly smirks. "Mutual blowies."

My jaw drops.

"Does that count as sex then?" Luke asks, eyebrows furrowed. "I guess I thought penetration would be involved."

"Penetration was involved. Tucker penetrated Gio's throat," Perry snort laughs, making me roll my eyes.

"A girl jerked me off this morning, and I'd class that as sex. No penetration was had," Nate shrugs. "I think it depends on the person, but for me, it's something that gives me a boner and might lead to an orgasm."

"I like that," Luke says, smiling. "Makes it less intimidating."

"Does it make you less of a virgin?"

Before anyone can ask Luke for any more deets, Coach Phillips comes in to the gym like she's on a mission.

"Okay everyone, practice is cancelled today. We are going to be doing choreo for this dance party coming up because you know that when "Hey Mickey" comes on, there will be at least three dance battles, and there is no way Coach Smith is going to beat us." We just look at her, stunned.

The Christmas cheer party is always a good natured event. Sure there are dance battles, but it's not that deep. We won't be shunned from society if we mess up. We all laugh and cheer on the others.

We're also not all bitchy rivals. Cheerleading gets shat on enough by outsiders, and there is no way we are going to do it to ourselves. We aren't even recognized as a sport. It's the one topic you don't want to bring up with Lexi unless you are in the mood to be talked at for hours. He's right on all counts, but he is intense.

Coach never lets us off practice, and she likes Coach Smith. This is all so fucking confusing.

"Um, Coach?" Jackie, one of our flyers raises her hand tentatively. "We…um…we don't usually do choreo for the Christmas cheer party."

"Well, this year we do. Get into groups of four."

Well, at least no one is talking about my sex life. I think to myself as I shuffle over to Luke, Jackie, and Liz.

"I heard you and Tucker had sex last night," Ryder says the minute Lexi and I get out of our last class of the day.

We spent two hours this morning doing dances that we probably aren't even going to need. We are going to look like a post-credit Bring It On scene. Coach didn't elaborate on why it was so important, and assistant coaches Lopez and Kramer looked just as confused as we did. Thank fuck it's a bye week for football, and our next competition isn't until February.

"Ryder, I am tired. I have the wrong lyrics to "Hey Mickey" stuck in my head because Bradley sings whatever feels right to him in the moment. It's Monday, I haven't had caffeine for four hours, and I have had a full day of classes. Fuck with me at your own risk."

"Um," Ryder's eyes go wide as he looks to Lexi for help. His boyfriend just smirks and shrugs at him.

Besties before testes.

I sigh. "How did you know about me and Tucker?"

"I didn't. I just said that to wind you up."

Of course he did.

"Mission accomplished. I need to go check on Tucker, so I'll see you all later."

Lexi calls after me, but I just brush him off with a wave over my shoulder. I feel like a horrible friend, but I don't want to deal with any more shit. It feels like Tucker and I are a fucking punchline right now, and I don"t like it.

It takes me five minutes to drive to the stadium where Tucker is waiting out front, talking to another player. It takes me a second to realize it's Charlie. I hate that I got a flash of jealousy at breakfast. Ugh, my head is such a fucking mess right now.

Getting out of the car, I make my way over to the both of them.

"Hey man," Charlie says, smiling at me before turning back to Tucker. "I'll catch you tomorrow. Bye, Gio."

"Bye, man," Tucker calls to Charlie as he heads to his car.

Tucker takes a deep breath and looks at me. His eyes are pinched, his shoulders are holding so much tension he looks like he might snap something, and I'm pretty sure he is holding his breath.

He's worried. He's worried about me and how I'm going to react to him. That knowledge feels like a stab in the heart.

I take a few steps towards him, pressing my body flush against his, and slide my hand around the back of his neck, gently pulling him in for a kiss. The moment our lips connect, all the stress of the day leaves me. All thoughts are replaced with Tucker. The way he lets me dominate the kiss, letting me take what I want…no…what I need from him.

I pull back, and he's looking at me with crinkly eyes and a satisfied smile.

"I wasn't expecting that, but I sure as fuck ain"t complaining." He says before crashing his lips to mine. I need to always have his taste on my tongue. That thought is fucking scary. As hard as I try to remember that this is going to end when he is all healed, my heart really doesn't want it to.

For a second time, Tucker pulls back.

"Let me take you on a date."