The Quarterback

by Mackenzie Blair

  Trevor felt his cock become impossibly harder. Jesus Christ, was Matt role-playing? Had he just called him “professor”? And that made Matt the naughty student? Oh, god, yes.

  “Is that so?” Trevor ground out in an authoritative voice. This time, he didn’t hold back when he hit Matt’s ass, using his full strength. Matt yelped at the sharp slap, his ass jerking at the sting. But he didn’t move away.

  “You need to be punished,” Trevor said.

  “Yes, sir,” Matt whispered.

  Trevor could hear his excitement. They’d been taking things pretty easy, nothing too outside the box, but Trevor liked a little kink every now and then. He wanted to let loose. Wanted to bite and pinch and spank. And so he let his palm slam against Matt’s ass once more, loving the way Matt’s body jerked in response. And the hum of approval after.

  “Up,” Trevor commanded, sliding off the bed and Matt off his lap. “Bend over the bed, elbows down, ass out. Ten strokes, Mr. Lancaster.”

  “Seriously?” Matt asked, looking both excited and a little hesitant.

  “Don’t make me say it again,” Trevor warned with a wicked smile. Matt did as he was told, bending over the bed, tracking Trevor with his eyes. Trevor yanked open his desk drawer and pulled out a wooden ruler he used when drawing graphs. Matt groaned in approval. Trevor felt a rush of excitement. This was going to be fun. He went to stand behind Matt, ruler in his hand.

  “Pants down, Mr. Lancaster. You deserve the full punishment.”

  “Yes, sir,” Matt answered, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them over his ass to his mid-thighs, revealing his firm, smooth cheeks. Perfect skin.

  And Trevor wanted to see that skin turn a nice shade of pink.

  “Ready?” Trevor placed a hand on the base of Matt’s spine.

  Matt nodded, and Trevor brought down the ruler with a resounding whap.

  “Oh shit,” Matt yelped.

  “Language, Mr. Lancaster,” Trevor warned, and then he gave four more sharp taps with the ruler, alternating Matt’s ass cheeks, turning his skin pink where he’d hit. Matt writhed a bit, fisting his hands in the comforter.

  Trevor pulled back to appreciate his work, then commanded, “Get rid of the rest of your clothes. I want you naked.”

  “Yes, sir.” Matt shucked off his jeans, briefs, and shirt quickly.

  “Back down,” Trevor ordered, and Matt took up his position again. Trevor nudged his legs wider, and Matt hesitated for a moment, then opened his legs, exposing himself more. It was the sexiest thing Trevor had ever seen.

  Trevor ran a hand slowly down his spine and then along the crack of his ass, just teasing, nothing more. “The next time you misbehave, the punishment will be worse.” Then he reached forward and gently squeezed Matt’s balls.

  “What will you do?” Matt whispered, asking almost against his will.

  Trevor leaned in and bit his earlobe. “Fuck you. Shove my big cock up your tight virgin hole until you scream.”

  Trevor felt a shiver run through Matt’s body, whether from desire or fear or both he wasn’t sure until Matt groaned. Pushing his ass out, begging for him. Clearly, Matt liked the dirty talk. Fuck, so did he.

  “Five more,” Trevor said.

  “Yes, sir,” Matt moaned.

  Trevor brought the ruler down on each cheek, a bit harder each time, which Matt seemed to like from his moans and groans. For the final stroke, he rapped the ruler horizontal across Matt’s upper thighs, making him jump.

  Trevor fell to his knees, his palms soothing the pink flesh of Matt’s ass. With a hand on each cheek, he pulled Matt open, staring at his puckered hole. Fuck, that was hot.

  “Trevor?” Matt breathed out, uncertain.

  “Shhh, it’s fine. I’m just kissing—” and with that Trevor turned to Matt’s left butt cheek and gave a long lick “—to make it feel better.” Matt gripped the sheets tightly at the caress. Trevor smiled and licked Matt’s right cheek next before biting down for a quick nip. Matt groaned deep in his throat.

  Trevor loved how Matt’s thighs had started to quiver, his hole clenching and then relaxing in anticipation. Only a sparse bit of fuzz around his opening. Trevor had to taste him there, so he leaned forward and swiped his tongue along Matt’s most private place.

  “Oh holy fuck!” Matt yelled, his hips bucking. Trevor dug his fingers into Matt’s hips, holding him down.

  “I said I’d kiss it to make it better,” Trevor whispered, almost in awe of the now-glistening hole. Damn, his boy was sexy. “Don’t you like it?”

  “Yes,” Matt whispered.

  Trevor swatted his ass.

  Matt huffed out a laugh, then corrected himself. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good boy.” Trevor rewarded him by leaning forward again and giving long licks to Matt’s hole, lapping him up like an ice cream cone. Then he began to swirl his tongue around the opening, relaxing the muscles until his tongue could delve inside.

  “Oh fuck,” Matt moaned, his hips now rocking, wanting more of the contact. “So good . . . Why’s it so good?”

  Trevor grinned at Matt’s innocence and surprise. Oh the things he wanted to do to this ass. But he knew this was already a huge step for Matt. He should probably stop here, but Trevor just wanted to push it a little bit further. “Hold your cheeks open for me.”

  Matt hesitated. “What? Why?”

  Trevor gave him two soft kisses on each cheek. “Trust me.” Then he leaned over to his desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He poured some into his right hand, then reached around to stroke Matt’s cock. Matt immediately groaned and thrust into the wet grip. Trevor used his other to play with Matt’s balls.

  Matt buried his head in the bedspread again, his hands clenching the fabric.

  Trevor licked along his crease, reminding him of what he needed. “Baby, help me out,” he whispered.

  Matt gave a shuddering sigh and then reached back and bravely spread his ass cheeks apart, exposing himself to Trevor.

  This time Trevor groaned. “So fucking sexy.” He dove in, licking and nibbling with abandon, rewarding Matt, while his hand pumped in the same rhythm as his tongue pushing in and out, in and out. He could feel Matt’s balls drawing up tight against his body, so he picked up the pace even more.

  “Ohfuck-ohfuck-ohfuck,” Matt cursed just before he started to shoot his load, his entire body racked with his orgasm, his thighs trembling. Trevor just kept licking and pumping, milking his man for all he was worth.

  Finally, Matt reached down and stilled Trevor’s hand on his cock. Trevor leaned back and slowly stood, realizing his own legs were wobbly. He leaned his chest against Matt’s back, curling forward to wrap his arms around him. “You okay?”

  Matt gave a small laugh. “Yeah.” And then he blushed.

  “Are you embarrassed?” Trevor asked, finding that adorable as hell.

  Matt shrugged. “I let you spank me. And stuff.”

  “And you loved it. I loved it. You were very good at being a naughty student,” Trevor teased.

  “I have an acting background,” Matt said lightly, pushing himself upright and turning around to look at Trevor. “I was a raisin in my third-grade play.”

  “Well, that explains it.” Trevor laughed, leaning in for a kiss. Then, suddenly, they both heard a key in the locked door. They froze. Terror in Matt’s eyes. It had to be Trevor’s roommate. But he wasn’t supposed to be home yet.

  “Shit, it’s Drew,” Trevor warned. This was such fucking bad timing.

  Matt didn’t even hesitate; he dove, still fully naked, under Trevor’s navy bedspread, yanking it up over his head and body as Drew walked in.

  “I forgot my damn hat,” Drew said with a melodramatic flair as he waltzed into the room, completely oblivious. “And apparently, the scene just doesn’t work if I’m not learning my blocking with this fucking hat.”

  “Uh, right, sure,” Trevor replied, trying to casually lean against his bed, hiding the man-size lump under the covers. And giving
a prayer of thanks that at least he was still fully dressed.

  Drew grabbed his hat and swiveled to head out again. “All right, see you in a few hours.” And with that he was gone.

  They were alone again. Was it really that easy?

  Matt peeked out of the covers, shocked. “Did he really not see me?”

  “I . . . don’t know,” Trevor said, equally confused. His roommate wasn’t exactly timid; if he saw Matt, he’d have called Trevor out on it.

  Right on cue, the door swung back open, and Drew stalked in, dramatically announcing, “Okay, I tried to pretend I didn’t notice someone in your bed, but please, it’s me.” Drew crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the lump that was Matt under the covers. Then he pointedly gave a look at Matt’s discarded clothing. “So who is our naked guest?”

  Trevor laughed in defeat. He didn’t know what else to do. It was kinda funny. The quarterback huddled under his bedspread. Naked. Matt elbowed him, apparently finding the situation less amusing.

  Trevor took pity on him, and reached down to grab Matt’s clothing. He shoved them under the bedspread, so Matt could at least wriggle into his boxer briefs.

  “Fine, you want me to guess?” Drew said, cocking a brow. “I played a detective in my last play, so I’m fully prepared. Clearly, it’s a man, as those are not a girl’s clothes. Which is good. Because, I swear to god, if you’ve turned straight or bi without telling me, I’ll kill you,” Drew warned, crossing his arms.

  “Nope, still gay,” Trevor assured him.

  “Then what’s the fuss? Why are you hiding a mysterious caller?” Drew snapped. “Oh! He’s a closet case, isn’t he? Scandalous.” Drew sounded thrilled.

  Matt grumbled under the covers, clearly extremely uncomfortable.

  Trevor took pity on him. “Drew, you’re supposed to be in rehearsal,” Trevor said firmly. “So, go away.”

  Drew just ignored him. “Listen, Mr. Lump-Under-the-Sheets, nobody puts baby in a corner. You want to date Trevor, you do it proudly.”

  Trevor patted Matt’s thigh through the comforter. “He’s quoting Dirty Dancing.”

  “I know!” Matt snapped through the covers. “I do have sisters.”

  Drew’s eyes widened with glee. “Oh, he has a voice. Come on, show yourself. I can make your life easy or hard for you. Make myself veeerrrry scarce or barge in at inopportune moments.”

  “Don’t be a shit,” Trevor said to Drew, now getting annoyed. “My personal life is my business. So if I don’t want you to know, then back off.”

  “Okay, that’s just mean.” Drew actually looked hurt. “I thought I was your best friend. Has this been going on for long?”

  Trevor looked away, feeling guilty. He’d never kept any secrets from Drew before, never really had to. And Drew had been good to him. Really good. His family had pretty much adopted him.

  “Wow, I guess so,” Drew said, at Trevor’s nonanswer. Drew seemed to consider that for a long moment, then the defiant look was back in his eyes. “Come on, I can keep a secret. I promise.”

  Drew said the last so damn sincerely that Trevor felt even guiltier. Trevor really did want to tell him. He hated having a secret relationship, hiding it from Drew. Wait, was this a relationship? Yeah, maybe? Kinda?

  “Hold on,” Trevor said, and he ducked down to pull the bedspread over his head, so that he was hidden under the comforter with Matt. “Hey,” he whispered.

  Matt quirked his mouth into a smile. “Hey.”

  “Um, you really can trust Drew.”

  Matt bit his lip, thinking it over. “He’s your best friend?”

  Trevor nodded. “Yeah, and you told your best friend, right?”

  Matt licked his lips and awkwardly mumbled, “Um, it hasn’t come up yet.”

  “Oh,” Trevor said, looking away, hurt. Matt had said a while back that he didn’t plan on lying to Connor anymore. But clearly he still was. Why? Connor was the one who took Matt to the massage parlor in the first place. And this “thing” between them had been going on for quite some time now. Certainly, Matt had had plenty of opportunities.

  As if sensing his thoughts, Matt thrust his fingers through Trevor’s hair, forcing Trevor to face him under the comforter cocoon. “We should tell Drew. And I’ll tell Connor, okay?” Matt said, his eyes all puppy-dog wide. “We shouldn’t have to hide from everyone, right? I was nervous. Stupid. But I want to tell our best friends.”

  Trevor kissed him, a hard peck, knowing he had a stupid smile on his face. Damn, it was exciting getting to claim this man in front of someone.

  “Okay, Drew, you win.” Trevor came from under the covers. “But be cool. He could lose his scholarship, okay?”

  Drew let out a surprised laugh, rolling his eyes. “What is he, a jock? You’ve got the school’s fucking golden boy Lancaster under there?”

  And, with that, Matt popped out. “How did you know that?!”

  “Oh holy fuck!” Drew shouted, stumbling backward and slamming into his bed, his funny bone hitting the bedpost. He cursed again in pain. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

  “I think he was being sarcastic,” Trevor explained, squeezing Matt’s shoulder. “He didn’t really know you were the guy.”

  “Of course I didn’t fucking know!” Drew shouted, wincing and rubbing his elbow. “But, Jesus, talk about a win for the gays. You. Are. Gorgeous,” Drew drawled, checking out Matt’s naked chest.

  “Thanks?” Matt said, scratching his head, clearly unsure of what to say.

  Drew laughed, then looked at Trevor. “You are one lucky son of a bitch.”

  “I know,” Trevor said, although he wasn’t exactly pleased that Drew was ogling his man. “And he’s mine, so hands off.”

  “Oh, touchy,” Drew teased, clearly enjoying himself. “Can I just have one little pet?”

  “Get the hell out of here,” Trevor snapped, hitching his head toward the door, brooking no arguments. “And don’t come back until midnight.”

  Drew grabbed the infamous hat he’d returned for and headed out of the room. “Have fun, boys,” he called back. “I expect full details later.”

  As soon as the door closed, Trevor hopped onto the bed, rolled on top of Matt and kissed him hard. “Thanks,” he murmured.

  Matt smiled. “I’m yours, huh? You staking a claim?”

  Trevor gave Matt a dry look, raising his pierced eyebrow. “Fuck yeah, this ass is mine.” And to emphasize the point, Trevor squeezed Matt’s ass hard. “Or it will be,” Trevor promised, leaning in to whisper against Matt’s sensitive ear. “I want to rim you for hours, then teach you all about your prostate, slide inside you. Make you come so hard.”

  Matt seemed to forget to breathe for a minute. His eyes widened with excitement, wariness, and a fair amount of fear.

  Trevor laid his chin on Matt’s pec and ran a hand through Matt’s hair. “You’re seriously having a panic attack right now, aren’t you?” Trevor asked with amusement.

  “It’s not funny!” Matt snapped, but it seemed more out of embarrassment than irritation. “You’re my boyfriend. You’re supposed to—I don’t know—seduce me, not mock my fears. I’ve seen porn. That shit can hurt.”

  “‘Boyfriend’?” Trevor repeated, letting it sink in. He’d never actually been an official boyfriend before. Boy toy, sure, fuck buddy, yeah, tutor with benefits, obviously. But boyfriend. Fuck, that felt really . . . good. Great even.

  Matt Lancaster was his boyfriend. Who the hell would’ve ever seen that coming?

  Trevor realized he’d been mulling it over a bit too long, because Matt blushed and hid under the pillow, groaning. “Oh my god, I thought being gay meant I never had to have a DTR talk. It’s okay if you don’t want to be my boyfriend,” he mumbled.

  “A ‘define the relationship’ talk? Wow, you are gay. And in middle school.”

  Matt groaned again in mortification.

  “It’s cute.” Trevor kissed him through the pillow. “Hey, I want to be your boyfriend,” Trevor firmly stated,
squeezing Matt’s thigh for emphasis.

  “Okay,” Matt said, still hiding.

  “Are you embarrassed? Is it because I licked your ass?” Trevor asked dryly.

  Before Trevor could blink, Matt lunged up, flipped him over onto his stomach as if he weighed nothing, and crawled on top of him. He held Trevor firmly pinned down. Hands above his head. Face smashed into the mattress. The quarterback had some serious muscles.

  “You really want to take me on?” Matt growled from behind him.

  “Fuck, yes,” Trevor assured him. He loved the way Matt’s hands gripped his wrists a little too tightly, holding him down so he could hardly move, the weight of Matt’s body heavy on his back. Trevor bucked up his hips, rubbing his ass against Matt’s crotch.

  Matt tightened his grip and slammed his hips against Trevor’s ass. “You like that?”

  Trevor nodded, feeling Matt’s growing erection. Thank god for fast rebound times. Trevor bucked again, and this time Matt leaned down and bit the back of his neck as his hips started pumping.

  “It’d feel better on my naked ass,” Trevor challenged.

  Matt drew in a breath, then a second later, he released Trevor’s hands to yank down his tight black jeans. Trevor smiled in satisfaction. He’d been clothed for way too long. Matt pulled off Trevor’s jeans and briefs, as Trevor fumbled around the sheets until he found the bottle of lube. Then Trevor reached back to drizzle some lube along the crease of his ass.

  “Trevor?” Matt asked, uncertain.

  “Just—” Trevor knew what he was asking, with his ass lubed up and on display, but instead of answering, he just yanked Matt back down on top of him so that Matt’s cock slid through the lube, nestling in his crack. They both groaned. Trevor moved his hips so that Matt’s dick rubbed along the crease of his ass, just brushing his hole occasionally. “Like that,” Trevor grunted. He knew it wouldn’t go any further than this tonight, but damn, it still felt so good.

  So fucking good.

  As if they were trying to win a race, they began to hump against each other. Trevor moaned in satisfaction when Matt held his wrists down again with one hand as he slammed his cock up and down Trevor’s slick crack, the wet sounds decidedly wicked. Trevor rocked against the bed as best he could, but he needed more friction.