“I understand.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Stewart and your other friends have been helping me understand, just so you know.”
“Oh, jeez. I hope they didn’t say anything too embarrassing about me.”
“Only that you would treat me like a prince if I was your boyfriend—which I would love to be.”
“You want to be my boyfriend?”
“Why wouldn’t I want that? You’re hot, Brody.”
“You’re hot, too.” Brody then sighed happily. “And I’m glad Stewart vouched for me, because I need you to be my boyfriend. I really do.”
Chance giggled again.
“What’s so funny?” Brody questioned, worry furrowing his flawless brow. Though, if Chance wasn’t mistaken, the boy had a zit or three forming in the gap between his nose and upper lip. Chance wasn’t the only one who suffered from emotional zit outbreaks, then.
“If you have to know, seeing as we’re officially boyfriends, Stewart and the others also told me I could have my dick sucked and arse pounded whenever I wanted by your really good-looking dick. I mean, have you got a really good-looking dick, Brody? Or is that just your mates talking you up for my benefit?”
“Oh…God! I’m gonna kill that red-headed bastard!”
But they both laughed with gentle understanding. They then hugged, one filled with newfound warmth and love between them. After what seemed an eternity of Chance just taking Brody in, Brody whispered into his ear, “No apologies and no regrets from now on. Okay?”
“I think that would be awesome.”
“Also, can we get out of here? Because the mozzies are eating me alive and I’m allergic to their bites.”
“I thought you’d never get to that. It’s freezing and bloody uncomfortable on this old jetty. I think my butt’s gone dead.”
They parted from their embrace.
All the while, Brody was laughing. He also wiped his eyes. “Just don’t tell Stewart that. You’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Don’t tell me what?” Stewart asked, walking through the gloom to reveal himself as Chance and Brody helped each other to their feet.
“Tell you nothing you don’t need to know,” Brody replied.
Chance added, “And that we’re boyfriends for real now.”
Stewart patted them both on their backs as he came between them. “And the good news is, as your first date, you can attend Sunday’s game together. Isn’t that romantic?”
“What a great idea!” Brody exclaimed.
“Um…even though I love the idea of watching you play footy, I think I’d much rather be taken out to the movies or dinner, to be honest.”
Brody pushed Stewart out of the way and grabbed Chance’s hand. That felt so awesome, Chance could sing. More so when they intertwined fingers and Brody seemed to connect to Chance in a way he’d always dreamed about, having a handsome boy walk with him and holding his hand.
It was perfect.
His other more erotic dreams about Brody would come true really, really soon, he knew it. At that, his dick decided to get into the act, coming to attention. Chance wanted Brody to sort that out, too. In his heart of hearts, he now knew he was ready for whatever would happen next between them.
He trusted Brody to look after him. After all, the boy cried genuine tears over him, and no boy had done that before—Liam, the selfish arsehole, included in that.
“And you will have all of that, I promise,” Brody said, disturbing Chance’s thoughts. “But I would love for you to come watch me at the game, too.”
“I would love that, too.”
“Aww, you two are adorable,” Stewart interjected. “Did you want me to give you the keys to my car? That way the both of you can open your legs to each other and have a good time all night long.”
“Go away, Stewart,” Chance said laughing.
“Fine. I’m going. But you’ll regret your decision.”
“I’m sure we won’t,” Brody countered. “See you tomorrow, buddy.”
“Sure thing, catch you both later.” Stewart patted them on their backs again. Within a blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the darkness, the rumble of his ute’s engine disturbing the silence of the lake moments later.
They were alone for real now.
Chance turned to Brody, grabbing his other hand so he could pull him close. “Can we finish that kiss before we get out of here?”
“We so can.”
A heartbeat later, Chance was letting Brody’s tongue into his mouth. Seconds after that, with his head spinning, his heart pounding, and his palms sweaty beyond belief, Chance kissed Brody in return with just as much intention.
He loved it.
So much so, the Earth shook, he was sure. Well, okay…he got wobbly on his feet. Same thing, right?
For the whole of Saturday and before the big game on Sunday, Chance spent his time lip-locked with Brody. He even forgot to eat, even when pie was offered.
Freshly made pecan pie, at that.
Wonders will never cease, because Chance preferred Brody to pie now. He tasted far better, especially those deep kisses that lasted so long Chance had to come up for air many times. He also used that time to calm himself, as his heart pounded so much, he was sure it’d give way any moment.
What a way to die, in the arms of the boy of your dreams!
Brody had stayed with Chance since they left Lake Forest. He let his grandparents know he was okay and where he was, and after that, Brody never let go of him. Chance’s sweaty palms were glued to Brody’s, he was sure. Though, they had to reluctantly separate when mum relegated him to the spare room when it came to bedtime.
Under protest, of course.
“He’s not going to get me pregnant, Mum,” Chance said, pointing out the one important and obvious fact about boy on boy love to her.
“I know that.” She rolled her eyes. “But until I also know you’re committed to each other, you will be sleeping in separate beds in this house.”
“How can we commit if we’re separated? We have to find out how we work together, in bed or otherwise.”
“It’s still a no, Chance.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
Chance groaned; Brody giggled behind his hand. “That ‘parent answer’ won’t last on me forever, you know that?”
“While it does, I’m using it.”
Chance didn’t really feel like arguing anyway. He was on cloud nine because of Brody. That, and because in the middle of the night he snuck into Brody’s bed and kept on kissing him until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
If that wasn’t commitment, he didn’t know what was.
As a result of their close contact over the past day and a half, however, it became apparent that Chance needed more from Brody, as he knew within his soul that he was ready for it. But the next step was the biggest one to take.
It meant being intimate with Brody in a way he’d never been intimate with anyone. That scared him above all else.
To reinforce his thoughts and feelings, that Sunday morning, while they kissed on the couch, Chance’s dick ached uncomfortably as it pressed with ever-increasing hardness against his own clothing and Brody’s groin.
He could feel that Brody was also hard.
Chance ached for him everywhere.
Something that had become more and more common as their passion and sensuality for one another increased. Especially when Brody discovered Chance liked to be kissed not only on his lips, but over his neck and collarbones as well.
They were getting to know each other very well, as Chance found out Brody loved to be kissed on his nipples and down his stomach. That was an interesting experience feeling him quiver under his lips.
An experience Chance loved, too.
To make matters even worse as far as all their sexual tension was concerned, Chance’s balls got into the act. They were sore. Very sore. It was a wonder Chance could walk.
He wa
s in heaven.
And it was Brody who did that to him.
Chance’s mum was at work, doing an extra shift because the regular Sunday morning person had called in sick; they had the house to themselves. It was now or never to get even closer to Brody as far as Chance was concerned.
“I’m going cross-eyed here,” Brody exclaimed after a particularly long kissing session that left them both gasping and hot. He was obviously feeling the same as Chance. That was so sexy. “I’m so worked up, it’s killing me. You’re killing me, Chance, and I love it.”
Chance’s lips were numb from all of Brody’s attention. All he could manage was a mumble of, “I know what you mean.”
Brody whimpered.
That was Chance’s signal to kiss Brody again. He started on his neck, feeling his racing pulse under his touch. Chance loved how he affected his boyfriend. After lifting Brody’s t-shirt, and with Brody hurriedly clambering out of it, Chance then moved down towards his boyfriend’s navel. Brody trembled, releasing more moans of delight.
Chance’s dick got harder, the anticipation building again.
After he’d kissed Brody’s stomach, enjoying the sight of his treasure trail that went underneath his football shorts, he added, “I think…I think I’m ready for the next step with you, Brody. What do you say?”
“I’m ready, too. But did you want to do anything like that now?”
“Um…if you like.”
“No. It’s if you like too, Chance. It’s about us, remember?”
“I’ve just never done anything with a boy before, other than what we’ve already been doing.” Chance glanced down to look at Brody’s bulge. There was no prize for guessing what he was going through, as Chance was going through it as well. “I’ve…I’ve never gone…all the way.”
“Neither have I.”
Chance, while continuing his kissing journey around Brody’s stomach and chest, his affection leaving a trail of wetness on his skin, looked up at him with surprise. “Really? A handsome football jock like you? I would have thought you’d have boys throwing themselves at you before we became boyfriends.”
“I did. But I wasn’t interested in them. Only you.”
“Wow. I feel a bit…pressured now.”
“Then we can wait.”
Chance didn’t know if he could wait. He had to relieve some of the tension that had been building up to the point of almost bursting over the last day and a half. Everything ached to the point of being annoying now.
“We could…we could give each other a hand or…you know…a blowjob instead. We don’t have to do anal. I mean, I don’t even know if you are a top or a bottom or versatile, for a start.”
“I’m versatile…and I like that suggestion.” Brody smiled. “But not before the game. It’s not good for me to blow my load before a match, it takes away my edge. I need that to help me play my ‘A-game.’”
“I can understand that. And I’m versatile, too. Just so you know.”
“After the game, then?”
“I can’t wait.”
Brody drove to the oval where the Preston Tigers were to play the Werribee Lions. Chance didn’t have his car yet. That was happening on Wednesday.
Brody was excited for him when he told him. Chance loved how Brody got excited when he told him stuff about his life. Just as a boyfriend should—and not like Liam. He knew with certainty now that Liam was a player, and a selfish one at that. Chance hated him and was glad he was told the truth by Stewart.
When Brody parked the car, he got out so he could open the door for Chance. Chance giggled at that, but also loved it beyond words. No one had done that sort of thing for him before. Ever. It was awesome.
“Thank you,” Chance said as he got out.
“You’re welcome, handsome.”
Stewart, Simon, Jacob, Reeve, and Waverly approached as soon as they entered the changeroom, hand in hand. There was a lot of backslapping and enthusiastic greetings after that.
Chance was a little overwhelmed.
He was used to being alone, not surrounded by people who wanted him around without any ulterior motive. Or to bash the crap outta him. Or to tease him.
This was different.
Chance noticed that Simon was holding Waverly’s hand before they both headed for their lockers, retrieving their game day guernseys. It was different than their usual colours, as it was their “away game” uniform of alternating lime and grass green stripes. They were already wearing the lime green shorts.
Chance assumed Simon and Waverly were boyfriends, too. Seemed football boys were okay, after all.
Then again, Chance thought too soon.
As he was about to leave for the member’s stand so Brody could get ready for the game, Prescott made himself known.
The hulking, thug of a boy looked them up and down, curling his lip in disgust. “Jesus, not another pair of fags to deal with now. Far out, it’s becoming an epidemic in here, isn’t it?”
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Brody stepped up into Prescott’s personal space straight away, almost nose to nose. “Back off, Prescott. Just back off, if you know what’s good for you.”
“Or what, fag?”
“Or I’ll rearrange your face to make you better looking, that’s what.”
Prescott lurched forward, and Chance’s heart leapt into his throat. He needn’t have worried. It was soon revealed that Prescott’s move had been a feint. To do what, Chance wasn’t sure. But clearly Brody was used to dealing with the boy; he stood his ground without even flinching.
“Next time I deck you, Captain,” Prescott spat.
“You’re just a cold fart that can’t warm up, aren’t you, Prescott?”
“Whatever.”
Brody laughed, but mockingly. “Oh, and the next time you decide to show your intolerance to me, my beautiful and devastatingly handsome boyfriend, or any of my mates, take a look around first.”
Sure enough, the rest of the team were behind Brody. Standing tall and proud, Stewart, Simon, Jacob, Reeve, and Waverly among them.
Chance couldn’t help but smile.
The Preston Tigers won the game but Chance was the real winner as far as he was concerned, especially when they got to his house after the celebrations and he found out his mum was still at work. Maybe the afternoon and evening staff had called in sick, too. A note on the kitchen countertop in mum’s chicken-scrawl writing confirmed Chance’s suspicions.
As he read it, Brody came around to hug him. “Are you ready to go to the next level with me, beautiful?” His kisses were beginning to get more determined, reinforcing the look of love in his eyes perfectly.
“Ooh, who’s all worked up after their first victory of the season, then?”
“This guy,” Brody said, letting Chance go and pointing his thumbs towards himself, the smile on his face adorable and so wonderfully luscious. “And I need you so much, it’s making me feel ill.”
Chance then hugged Brody. He also planted many, many kisses all over his very kissable lips. “After what happened today when you dealt with Prescott, I’m so ready for you, too.”
“I’m so hard for you.”
“I bet you I’m harder for you.”
“It’s not a competition, Chance.”
“Isn’t it?”
Brody grabbed him around his waist and pulled him closer. “Fine, it’s a competition. Let’s go compare dick hardness then, okay?”
“You’re on!”
Within a blink of an eye, Chance was in his room and as naked as the day he was born after he’d been kissed to eternity and back. The mood between them had gotten intense, and wonderful.
There was no winner of the competition, because as far as Chance was concerned, they had both won.
Chance was standing before Brody, nervous but proud he’d come this far without a nervous breakdown. Sure, he was breathing hard, but he was enjoying the feeling of his boyfriend admiring him in all his natural glory.
Brody was sitting on the edge of Chan
ce’s bed, legs open to reveal all too plainly what he was endowed with. It was true what Brody’s mates said about him; his dick was a good-looking one. Not too vein-y or a weird skin tone when compared to the rest of him. It wasn’t too big or too small either, but the perfect size for him. He was also uncut.
Chance liked that. Not because it mattered, but because Brody was the same as him. It made him a little more comfortable, and his erratic breathing eased a little as a result. But only a little.
“Can I touch your dick, gorgeous?” Brody asked gently.
Chance’s insides boiled with delight. “Um…you’ve got me naked, Brody. I think anything pretty much goes from here on in, doesn’t it?” Chance had decided hours ago that if they wanted to go all the way together, he would let it happen. He had condoms and the lube needed for any “all the way” intimacy in the top drawer of his bedside table. Even so, his nerves began to take over even more.
What would it feel like when they were intimate, no matter what they did?
Brody’s deep brown eyes made Chance melt even more, thankfully overtaking his nerves for a moment to give him clarity. He also got harder to the point of aching, quivering all over. More so when Brody put his hands onto Chance’s hips to draw him in closer.
“That’s not how it works,” Brody murmured. “This is when things need to be really clear between us. Consent is important in any loving relationship, and even when it’s given, it can still be taken away if the person doesn’t feel right. As someone who respects you and has deep feelings for you, I want our first time together to be exactly what we both want.”
“Okay…” Chance realised then he was in love with Brody. Such a feeling made him hurt deliciously all over…everywhere. His throat tightened, but he managed, “You have my permission to touch me with whatever it is you want to touch me with.”
“Then how about I suck your dick before it gets too big and I won’t be able to get it in my mouth?”
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