Damon’s head cleared. “No. Just my ribs.”
Jordan checked Damon’s pupils for responsiveness and satisfied himself that he was all right. “Can you stand up?”
Damon nodded and stood up on his own.
“Youngblood, sit it out.” Damon’s coach put his hand on his shoulder.
“No, I’m good, Coach.” Damon adjusted and refastened his helmet.
“Damon.” Stefan took his hand.
“Really, Dad, I’m good. I just got the wind knocked out of me. Honest.” At his father’s skeptical look, Damon sighed and added, “I live with a neurosurgeon; I’m not going to risk paralysis just to kick these punks’ asses.”
Eyebrows raised, Stefan looked him over one more time before taking Jordan’s hand and heading back to the stands.
The team huddled and Damon called the next play. “Let’s do this.” He clapped his hands as they broke.
He took the snap and spotted Tyler downfield. The other team’s defensive end was closing in, but Damon sprinted out of his reach and hurled the ball downfield. Tyler caught it perfectly in the end zone.
“FUCK YEAH!!!!” Damon yelled.
They won, 31-14. Damon was ecstatic.
Tyler smiled. “Damn good game, Youngblood!”
“Fuck yeah, it was!” Damon smiled back.
Stefan and Jordan were back on the field and Jordan was looking Damon over again.
“They have to be wrapped, Damon,” Jordan said, pointing to his ribs.
“Yeah I know, Dad.” Damon smiled. “I’m okay, really.”
“Well, I’m sure you are. And after your CT scan, we will know absolutely.” Jordan gave him a smug grin.
“Oh, come on!” Damon whined.
Stefan spoke up. “What was the rule you and Heath agreed to if you were going to play football?”
“If we got hurt we’d have to submit to medical testing of our father’s choice.” Damon recited it like a robot.
“Good. Now let’s go.” Jordan took him by the hand.
Damon smiled at Tyler. “Later.”
*~~~*
Lisa invited Heath over to her house after the game. He pulled up into the driveway and noticed it was dark in the house as he rang the doorbell. Lisa answered, smiling.
“Hey.” She pulled him in.
“Where is everyone?” Heath looked around.
“Out.” Lisa pulled his head down and kissed him. Her tongue slipped in and she explored his mouth. Her hand came to the front of his jeans where she slid her hand up and down.
“Lisa…” Heath tried to catch his breath. “What are you doing?”
“I want to feel you, Heath.” She unbuttoned his jeans.
Heath picked her up, carried her to the couch and propped up over her.
Lisa’s hand snuck into his pants.
Heath moaned loudly. “We need to stop. Right now.”
“Why, are you okay?” Lisa looked at him.
“Look, I want you. But we need to take this slow.”
“I want you to be my first, Heath,” Lisa said matter-of-factly.
“What? You mean you haven’t…” Heath looked at her as he trailed off.
“No, but you have, huh?”
“Yeah. I shouldn’t have, though. It was a mistake.”
“Why?”
“Because I wasn’t ready.”
Chapter 5
A month later, Tristan was at his desk, grading papers. He had gotten through half the stack when he heard a familiar voice.
“Well, Mr. O’Conner, at work at this hour?”
Yes, he knew that voice.
“Angela Santorno, please tell me what brings you to my humble little classroom.”
“These.” She tossed pictures on his desk.
Tristan glanced at them and then grabbed them. They were pictures of him and Isabelle having sex.
“Where did you get these?” he choked out.
“I have my ways, Tristan,” Angela laughed.
“What do you want, Angela?”
“I want you to work for me. I know what a good businessman you are. You can make me billions.” Angela Santorno was Damon Santorno’s sister. She ran a multinational corporation complete with a fleet of jets, and she had more money than God. Stefan worked for her on the side and since he was brilliant and she adored her nephew, she had opened a division just for him.
“Or else what? You use these with the school and have me fired, right? You do realize Isabelle transferred out of my class before we made love.”
“You still saw her before she transferred. You know what happens when teachers sleep with students? It doesn’t matter that my great-niece is of age, it will follow you everywhere. Do we have an understanding?”
Tristan looked at the pictures. “Yes.”
“Good, I’ll expect to see you at work Monday morning. Don’t screw it up, Tristan.”
After she left, Tristan threw the pictures against the wall. How could she? Isabelle had seduced him for her great aunt and he had fallen for it.
Oh, she was good.
*~~~*
Damon was in the back yard when Stefan called out, “You have a guest, Damon!”
He ran to the deck and saw Tyler. “Hey, how’s it going?” They saw each other almost every day, but seeing Tyler outside of school and for games was a rush in itself.
“I should be asking you that.” Damon was shirtless; his ribs were taped, but Tyler could still see big bruises. It was getting to the point that he was injured in almost every game. “Wow, that looks bad.”
He approached Damon and gently touched his ribs.
“Does it hurt?”
Damon’s eyes closed instinctively. “Not so much anymore.” He opened his eyes to find Tyler staring at his ribs. His hands were moving up them slowly. Damon felt goose bumps and shivered.
Tyler snapped out of it and removed his hands. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Yeah, I’m tough.” He ran his hand through his hair.
Tyler noticed the bandage on his forehead. “What about that?” He stepped closer, pushed Damon’s hair back and looked at the bandage.
Damon could feel his pulse quicken. His eyes closed again; he could feel Tyler’s breath on his face. “It doesn’t hurt either.”
Tyler checked out Damon. His eyes were closed, and his breath was coming faster.
“Hey, are you okay, Damon?”
Damon felt dizzy. He lost his balance and pitched backwards. Tyler’s hands grabbed his waist and steadied him.
“Damon?” Tyler whispered. Damon’s eyes were closed, and his lips were inches from Tyler’s. He could feel Damon’s warm breath on his face.
Damon slowly opened his eyes. When they met Tyler’s, he realized just how close together they were. He couldn’t move; the urge to kiss the other teen was so strong.
“Damon?” Stefan called.
“Yeah, Dad?” Damon answered. Tyler still hadn’t let go.
“I’ve got dinner ready.”
“Thanks, Dad!” Damon turned his attention back to Tyler. “Are you staying?”
“I can.” Tyler smiled.
“Come on, let’s go in.”
As they ate dinner, Damon asked where Heath and Charlie were. Charlie was out with Steve, and Heath had gone out with Lisa.
“Where’s Izzy?” Damon asked, shoveling in food.
Jordan finished chewing. “At the dorm. She said she’d be here tomorrow.”
“This is really good, Mr. Youngblood,” Tyler said around a mouthful of food.
“Thank you. Somebody says they don’t like it, but then they eat lots and lots of it.” Stefan threw a knowing look at Jordan.
“Well, don’t complain then,” Jordan laughed.
The boys helped clear the table before Stefan and Jordan shooed them away.
“If it’s okay I’m going to show Tyler my room. He has to see my movie collection.” Damon smiled.
“Sure.” Stefan watched the two leave the room. Whe
n he was positive that they were out of earshot, he said, “My gaydar is pinging.”
“Yep, mine too,” Jordan laughed. “And yet we just let our son go to his room with another boy.”
“Damon knows the rules, Jordan. We have to trust him.”
“Yeah? Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
*~~*
Tyler took in Damon’s room slowly. He had NFL team pennants on the walls and lots of movie posters. He checked out the bookshelf and the movie collection.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding.” Tyler looked through all the horror movies.
“I told you, I take my movies seriously.”
Tyler pulled one of them out and noticed something behind it. “Wow, is that porn?”
Damon laughed. “Don’t touch the porn, dude.”
“You mean this porn?” Tyler pulled it off the shelf.
Damon tackled him. They rolled around until Tyler got the upper hand. He had Damon’s hands pinned to the floor and he was on top of him, both of them breathing hard. Damon struggled and Tyler held him down.
“Yeah, I got you now,” Tyler laughed.
Damon knew he could take Tyler — even with hurt ribs — but he was enjoying this. He smiled. “Oh, really?” He bucked his hips and Tyler flew forward. Their foreheads hit, and Tyler let Damon’s hands loose.
“Ow.” Damon put his hand to his forehead.
“Shit, Damon, I’m sorry.” Tyler got up.
Damon grabbed his ankle and Tyler flew back, landing on the bed. Damon jumped on him and straddled him, pinning his hands down.
“Bet you didn’t see that coming, did ya?” Damon smiled.
“Nope, you got me that time.” Tyler admired Damon’s broad chest. Damon was breathing hard, his chest moving fast, his strong thighs on either side of him. He felt himself harden. He couldn’t stop himself. He closed his eyes and hoped Damon hadn’t noticed.
Damon hadn’t noticed. He was busy gazing at Tyler’s face. His eyes had closed and he looked so fucking good. His blond hair was messy. His face was perfect. The pulse beating quickly in Tyler’s neck hypnotized Damon.
Tyler slowly opened his eyes. “Damon, what are you thinking?”
“I’m wondering if you like me, and if you want me as much as I want you,” Damon whispered.
“Kiss me.”
Damon kissed him lightly.
“I do like you. And I do want you.”
Damon smiled and leaned in again. This time, he kissed Tyler slowly, with more pressure. His tongue slid in and he explored Tyler’s mouth. He let go of Tyler’s hands and threaded his into the blond hair. Tyler’s hands slid beneath Damon’s shirt, running up his back. Tyler rolled Damon onto his back and scooted closer, kissing him back as his hand slid around to caress Damon’s chest.
Tyler broke contact first. “You’re a good kisser, Damon.”
“Yeah? So are you.”
Tyler pulled away from Damon some and took in the view of his bulge. “Um — just how big are you, Damon?”
“I’m not answering that question!” Damon chuckled.
“Have you ever — you know?” Tyler seemed very interested in his answer.
“I haven’t had sex, like penetration, but I’ve given hand jobs. Well, a hand job,” Damon corrected himself. “Why? Have you?”
Tyler shook his head. “No. The furthest I got was a blow job. A couple of hand jobs.”
“You got a blow job or you gave one?” Damon was curious.
“Both. I got one and then I gave one,” Tyler clarified.
“What did it feel like? The blow job?”
Tyler eyed him through half-open eyes. “Maybe one night I’ll show you.”
Damon’s mouth fell open. “Really?” he whispered.
Tyler kissed him. “Yeah, really. But don’t expect too much. My jaw doesn’t open that wide.” He pointed at Damon’s hard cock.
“Oh you’re SO funny.” Damon rolled his eyes.
After Tyler left, Damon took a shower and climbed into bed. His cell phone vibrated.
“Hey, Tyler.”
“Hey, Damon. Are you in bed?”
“Yeah, just got in. You?”
“Yeah. I was thinking about you.”
Damon smiled. “Me, too.”
“You were thinking about yourself? Full of yourself much?”
Damon laughed. “Shut up.”
He heard Tyler’s soft laugh. “Make me.”
“Come here and I will.” Damon lowered his voice to a husky moan.
“Holy shit, Damon that’s hot! I just got rock hard. Talk to me some more.”
“I wanted to touch you tonight. I wanted to wrap my hands around your dick and stroke you, play with your balls.”
“Fuck.” He could hear Tyler groan and move around. “Touch yourself, Damon,” he whispered.
Damon put his hand inside his boxers and gripped his hard cock. “My dick is so hard right now, Tyler. I wish you were here.”
“Mmmm, I want to suck it, for a long time.”
“Holy shit, Tyler!”
“Run my tongue up and down that hard cock; lick the precome off the tip. Rub my tongue all around your balls.”
Damon was starting to breathe harder now. Tyler’s voice and words were really turning him on.
He stroked himself faster. “I want you so bad, Tyler. Right here in bed with me, rubbing your hard cock against mine.”
“Oh God, I’m coming, Damon.” Tyler’s noises and grunts set Damon off. He came in his hand with a low moan.
“Shit, that was hot,” Tyler gasped. “Now I gotta go clean up.”
“Yeah, me too. Tyler?”
“Yeah?”
“I had fun tonight. Even without the kissing.”
“Me too, Damon. See you soon.”
“Night.”
“Night.”
*~~~*
Isabelle hadn’t heard from Tristan in days. She finally went to his apartment one night. She rang the doorbell; it took him forever to answer. He hadn’t shaved, and there were boxes all over.
“I was worried. You didn’t answer my calls.” Isabelle walked into the apartment, taking in the obvious packing. “Are you going somewhere?”
Tristan scoffed. “Like you don’t know. I start my new job tomorrow at Global.”
“What?” Isabelle stiffened.
“Oh, don’t insult me by acting surprised! Your great-aunt came to see me. She had pictures of us fucking, Isabelle!”
“She — she what?”
“Oh wow, you’re good. No wonder she got you to do the dirty work. You’re so innocent looking, Isabelle. No one would ever suspect you’re a slut,” Tristan hissed at her.
“I didn’t know!” Isabelle cried.
“Is that what you do for her? Seduce the men she needs for her precious company so she’ll have blackmail material? Well, you’re good at your job.”
“Tristan, please! I had no idea Auntie had done this! Oh, my God!”
“The pictures were from your dorm room, Isabelle. Us. In your bed. Fucking. No wonder you came on to me so strong. Does she pay you? Or do the guys pay you afterward? Do I owe you anything?”
Isabelle slapped him. “I didn’t know she was going to do this!”
“Get out!” Tristan spat.
Isabelle went straight home. She found her father cleaning the kitchen.
Stefan turned and his eyes widened when he saw his daughter’s face. She had mascara running down her cheeks, and her eyes were bloodshot.
Stefan ran to her. “Isabelle! Oh my God, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, Daddy!” She flew into his arms.
Stefan held her while she broke down in sobs. “Honey, please talk to me.”
“I want to shower then I’ll tell you. Okay, Daddy?”
“All right, I’ll wait for you.” Stefan kissed her cheeks and forehead and let her go. He picked up the phone.
“Hey sexy, what’s going on?”
“Jordan, you need to come home.”
/> “What is it?”
“Something’s wrong with Isabelle. She just showed up in tears.”
“I’m on my way.”
Isabelle came out of the shower and went to her parents’ room. She found Stefan waiting for her.
“Before I start, I don’t want any judgment, okay?” Isabelle looked nervously at her father.
“You can tell me anything, honey.”
“I slept with my business professor.” Isabelle waited.
Stefan bit his tongue. “Go on.”
“At first it was harmless, you know, just a crush and maybe a fantasy. But I asked him out and he said yes. We went out a couple times and then I seduced him.”
Stefan put his face in his hands. “Go on.”
“So, I hadn’t heard from him in days and when I went to his apartment tonight he was moving out.” She took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Auntie had visited him, with pictures of us…um…having sex. She used them to blackmail him to work for her!”
Stefan ground his teeth. “Oh, Christ.”
“He thought I was part of it, Daddy! I didn’t know! He called me a slut, and said Auntie paid me to seduce men for the company.” Isabelle broke down again.
Stefan moved off the bed to hug his daughter. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry!”
“Why? Why would she do this to me?” Isabelle sobbed.
Stefan’s blood boiled and his anger threatened to overwhelm him. “Listen, honey, your dad’s on his way from the hospital, okay? We can all talk together.”
*~~*
When Jordan got home, Stefan explained the situation with Isabelle. Jordan hugged her and kissed her.
“You’re disappointed in me, aren’t you?” Isabelle sniffled.
“Look at me, honey.” Jordan gently lifted her chin and met her eyes. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, you could ever do would make me love you any less. I’m not disappointed in you. You liked this man, thought he cared and maybe he did. But you did nothing wrong.”
“I want to go to bed, okay? I’m so tired.” Isabelle looked at her fathers.
“Night, hon. I love you,” Stefan whispered in her ear as he hugged her again.
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