The Quarterback

by Mackenzie Blair

  “So you have a plan,” Matt said, feeling better. O’Donnell wasn’t going to be miserable for his entire life.

  “Yeah, I have a plan,” O’Donnell affirmed. “Don’t worry about me.”

  Matt pulled up to O’Donnell’s dorm a few minutes later and dropped him off. He sent off a text to Trevor, letting him know he’d be home soon. Trevor replied immediately. With a picture of his rock-hard dick.

  Matt gulped. Oh god, he was really doing this. He wanted to, of course, but it was also kinda scary as shit. Still, he wanted it. He wanted to feel Trevor taking him in that way.

  Matt hurried back to his dorm room. He raced to the shower, taking care of things he hadn’t exactly wanted to do in the locker room, and was just slipping on a pair of briefs when Trevor walked in.

  “Matt fucking Lancaster, football god,” Trevor drawled, closing the door firmly behind him. “Your ass is so mine tonight.”

  Matt barked out a nervous laugh. “Fucking romance me, why don’t you?”

  Trevor smiled and strode over to Matt, yanking him into a hard kiss. “Congratulations! You were amazing out there.”

  “Yeah?” Matt said, suddenly a bit shy.

  “Yeah,” Trevor replied. “I’m so proud of you.”

  “You hate football,” Matt countered.

  “But I love you,” Trevor whispered back.

  And all Matt’s reservations about bottoming slid away at those words. Okay, well, not all of them. But most of them. Trevor would make this the best it could possibly be.

  Trevor pulled him in for another kiss when suddenly there was banging on their door.

  Damian and Ryan shouted with glee, “Celebrate hard in there boys!”

  “Fuck off, perverts!” Matt shouted back. But he was so damn grateful his best friends were supportive.

  “We’re gonna go get laid too,” Damian called. “Don’t wait up!”

  And then they were gone.

  “You told them you were gonna bottom?” Trevor said with an eyebrow waggle as he shrugged out of his coat.

  “They don’t get the intricacies of gay sex to really understand that,” Matt lied.

  Trevor scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure they understand, they just try very hard not to think about it.” Trevor reached into his messenger bag and pulled out Matt’s favorite tequila. Well, the cheap tequila he’d convinced himself was his favorite. Matt couldn’t wait until they had enough money to afford something better.

  “Trying to get me drunk?” Matt joked. “I’m already a sure thing.”

  “We’re doing victory shots,” Trevor insisted, pouring tequila into Matt’s dusty shot glasses. “To the National Championship!” He clinked his glass against Matt’s.

  Three shots later, Matt was starting to feel considerably more relaxed. Trevor took advantage of the moment and pushed Matt down onto his bed, then he stepped back to strip. Pulling off his long-sleeved Henley, unbuttoning his jeans.

  Matt leaned forward to run his hands up Trevor’s ribs, loving his smooth skin, his slender waist, his dark-brown nipples. Matt pressed open-mouthed kisses to Trevor’s stomach, moving upward, until he latched on to one of Trevor’s nipples and sucked. Then he bit down, hard, and yanked Trevor’s body tight against his chest.

  Trevor hissed and crawled on top of Matt, straddling him, wrapping his thighs around Matt, but Matt didn’t let him stay there for long. Matt lifted and turned, slamming Trevor down onto the bed. He leaned over and bit Trevor’s neck, then licked the abused area as he palmed Trevor’s cock through his boxer briefs.

  Trevor moaned. “Babe, I can bottom tonight if you want.”

  Matt pulled back in surprise. “What? You don’t want to top?”

  Trevor let out a small laugh. “Of course I want to. But we don’t have to. Besides, I like it when you get all dominant.”

  “You do?” Matt replied, not having realized quite how dominant he was being.

  “Yeah, I like it hard and rough sometimes,” Trevor admitted. “I don’t break easily.”

  “Fuck,” Matt groaned. Then he flipped onto his back next to Trevor with a sigh. “I’m vanilla.”

  Trevor laughed. “You’re not vanilla. Do you not remember the spanking?”

  Matt smiled. Yeah, that had been hot.

  “Besides, it’s not exactly easy,” Trevor continued, rolling on top of Matt. “To be, uh, creative in dorm rooms when someone might come in. And the walls are very, very thin.”

  Matt huffed out a laugh. Yeah, that was true. But, damn, if they lived together— He cut off that thought. Trevor was hoping for a job in California, or at least someplace far away from Alabama. And Matt had no plans for after graduation, which was starting to get a bit terrifying. He doubted Trevor would want him tagging along to San Francisco. Hell, Matt would stick out like a sore thumb; Trevor, on the other hand, was meant for it. But imagining Trevor with all those hot men in the Castro made his stomach sink.

  Matt stopped that line of thinking. All he had was the right now. So he needed to enjoy it. And right now he wanted to bottom for the first time. Because it would be Trevor inside him. And if he had to give Trevor up at the end of the year, he at least wanted this. Wanted to remember it forever.

  So Matt leaned in and nibbled Trevor’s ear. “Fuck me,” he whispered.

  Trevor cupped Matt’s cheek and kissed him long and hard, then swatted Matt’s brief-covered ass. “Then let’s get you naked.”

  Trevor slid off Matt’s underwear, and then stripped off the rest of his own clothes. He pushed Matt onto his stomach, slipped between his legs, and spread open Matt’s ass cheeks. A second later his hot tongue made a long stroke across Matt’s hole.

  “Oh shit,” Matt groaned. He fucking loved rimming. And Trevor knew that.

  So Trevor rimmed him, opened him up with one finger, then two, pressing down to hit his prostate. That spot inside him that he had seriously overlooked for years, and now fucking loved.

  “Oh fuck,” Matt moaned at the touch.

  Matt loved the feeling of being filled, of being stretched. He started rocking his hips, humping Trevor’s fingers. After a few minutes, Trevor flipped Matt over so he could lick and suck his cock while continuing to stimulate his prostate. “Okay— Oh god— Need you to—” Matt gasped, needing more. So much more.

  Trevor moved his mouth lower to suck one of Matt’s balls into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue. Matt whimpered. Trevor released it with a wet pop and then gave the same attention to Matt’s other nut. Felt so damn good. Then Trevor stroked his prostate one last time before withdrawing his fingers. He leaned up to kiss Matt, and Matt wrapped Trevor’s long hair around his fist, pulling him in close. Kissing him passionately, tongues tangling.

  Finally, Trevor pulled back, out of breath, slipped on a condom, and lubed up his cock. Then he nudged Matt’s hip. “Roll this way.”

  “Seriously? Spooning?” Matt asked, but shifted.

  Trevor slapped his ass, hard. “It’s easier.” Trevor pushed Matt’s leg forward and slowly started to ease inside. “Push out,” Trevor whispered.

  Matt took a deep breath and did as Trevor instructed. Trevor reached down and stroked Matt’s cock as he sucked on his neck, using his teeth to nibble just the way Matt liked. And then Matt felt Trevor push past the tight outer ring of muscle and slide inside of him. He hissed. Oh fuck. It hurt. But not too bad.

  Slowly, slowly, Trevor went deeper, stroking Matt’s dick the entire time.

  “Okay?” Trevor murmured.

  Matt nodded and shifted his hips backward, trying to get used to the sensation of being so filled. Trevor adjusted his angle and then bam—he hit Matt’s magic spot. Oh shit, that felt good.

  “Yeah, god, there. It’s good. I’m good,” Matt moaned, reaching back to grab Trevor’s hip, urging him on.

  Trevor started out slow, thrusting gently as he licked and bit Matt’s sensitive neck, until Matt twisted his head so they could kiss. Long and deep and hard. Until the pain was gone, and all Matt w
anted was more. So much more. He wanted to feel his man pound into him. Wanted to be taken. Owned.

  Matt shifted until he was on his stomach. Trevor followed, sinking deeper. Matt pushed up onto his knees and elbows, canting his hips back.

  “Fuck me,” he panted. “Hard.”

  “You got it.” Trevor grabbed Matt’s hips, kissed his spine, and slammed in hard.

  Fuck, it hurt so good. Matt groaned and started fisting his own cock, grunting and murmuring encouragement. Trevor got the message, fucking him deep, his pace faster and faster.

  “Oh god, babe,” Trevor moaned. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m not gonna—not gonna—”

  “Come inside me,” Matt gasped, and Trevor snapped his hips forward again and again until he started to shake and moan, his orgasm hitting, his hot come filling Matt’s ass. Matt groaned, still stroking his hard dick, loving the sounds and feel of Trevor coming inside him. He was close, so close.

  Trevor kept thrusting through his orgasm as he cursed, “Ohgod-ohfuckyeah.” Once spent, Trevor slumped forward so his forehead rested on Matt’s spine, flattening Matt onto the bed, and placed gentle kisses along Matt’s back. Matt gripped the sheet under him, loving his man, loving the tenderness, but he needed to come as well.

  Matt lifted up to finish himself off, when Trevor carefully slipped out and then flipped Matt over. He swallowed Matt’s rock-hard cock to the root, deep-throating like a champ. Trevor sucked hard and deep, his cheeks hollowing, his hands toying with Matt’s tight balls.

  “Inside, need you,” Matt ground out, pumping his hips up so he was fucking Trevor’s mouth.

  Trevor slid two fingers inside Matt, slick with lube and thrummed his prostate once, twice. He felt the sparks start deep inside him and shoot outward.

  “Oh fuck!” Matt shouted, and then he was coming, and coming, and coming. His limbs shaking with the tremors. Best. Orgasm. Ever.

  Trevor swallowed his entire load until Matt’s muscles relaxed, and he melted into the bed. Trevor slid up his body and rested his head on Matt’s chest, curling an arm over his waist. They lay there for long minutes, catching their breath.

  “Did you like it?” Trevor asked, kissing Matt’s neck.

  Matt cuddled closer to him. Yeah, cuddling, whatever. He was still a man. “Yeah, it was hot,” Matt replied. “Am I officially gay now?”

  “Uh-huh.” Trevor smirked. “I have your laminated gay card in my backpack.”

  Matt huffed out a laugh and swatted him on the ass. But Trevor didn’t really react to the teasing. Instead, he moved so he was propped up on his elbow. He suddenly looked very serious.

  “What?” Matt asked warily.

  “Maybe I should have said something before . . .” Trevor awkwardly began. Then he brushed his hair away from his face before locking eyes with Matt. “I got the job in San Francisco.”

  “What? When?” Matt asked, that sinking feeling coming back with a vengeance. “I thought the interview was after the holidays.”

  “It was,” Trevor said. “But, apparently, they’re all going to be away at some tech conference in London now. So they offered to just do it over Skype.”

  “Wow, that’s wow. Congratulations.”

  Trevor gave a small smile. “I’m still kinda shocked they picked me.”

  “Why? You’re really smart.”

  “Thanks.” Trevor gave him a quick peck. “But I was up against Ivy Leaguers.”

  “Fuck them. Who wants to work with someone from Harvard?”

  Trevor laughed. “Actually, my new boss apparently went to Harvard.”

  “Oh,” Matt said, not really sure how he was supposed to react. He was thrilled for Trevor, but what did this mean for them? Was this the breakup talk? Nah, Trevor couldn’t be that cold. Loving, then leaving him.

  “Hey, you okay?” Trevor asked.

  Matt forced a smile. “Yeah, sure. So tell me about this new boss.”

  “Well, she seems cool,” Trevor continued. “She actually did say they chose me because I wasn’t an uptight prick—”

  “See, there you go,” Matt replied.

  “But mostly because I was the only applicant with a finance degree who also had a minor in programming.”

  “You have a minor in programming?” Matt asked in surprise.

  “Yeah, my parents wanted me to major in it. So when I first got here . . . it was stupid, but I took enough classes to get a minor in it. I’m a bit rusty, but she said it’ll come in handy.”

  “How the fuck did I not know you had a minor in programming?” Matt said again, wondering what else he didn’t know.

  As if reading Matt’s thoughts, Trevor shook his head. “You know everything that matters.” Trevor kissed him, then shifted off the bed. “I’m gonna grab us some water.”

  But as Trevor headed into the quad’s common room, Matt very much felt like he did not know everything that mattered. Like, did this relationship have an expiration date? And if it did, maybe he needed to start planning for that now. Which meant not falling any harder than he already had.

  He needed to protect himself. Because right now, the thought of giving up Trevor after graduation was already heartbreaking. In a few months, it might just be too much.

  As Matt headed to class, he scanned over the notes in his hand, doing some last-minute cramming. This was the final exam he had to take before the team headed out in the morning for the ten-hour drive to Kansas City. Everywhere he went on campus, students called out his name and “Go Cougars!” He’d wave back and smile, hiding the fact that as the day of the National Championship approached, the more unsettled he felt.

  Some nerves, of course. Excitement. But also sadness. This Saturday would be his last game. And he’d be one step closer to the end of his days at Bodine. Something he used to want, but now felt bittersweet.

  He was about to head into his exam for Environmental Economics when his cell phone rang. Matt didn’t recognize the number, but the area code was his hometown.

  “Hello?” he answered.

  “This Matt Lancaster?” a gruff voice asked.

  “Yes, sir. Who’s this?”

  “Officer McNeil. I took your statement in the hospital after the altercation with your father.”

  Matt hurried to a side hallway and pushed into an empty classroom as he talked. “Is there a problem, officer? I was told my father pleaded ‘guilty’ so it would be reduced to a misdemeanor rather than a felony.”

  “Yes, that’s right. He’ll get anger management, community service, some parole. Your aunt and uncle have been granted temporary custody until the girls turn eighteen. But that’s not why I’m calling.”

  “Okay . . .” Matt said, wondering what the hell could be wrong then.

  “Here’s the thing, son,” Officer McNeil began. “All police reports are public record. Now, we didn’t list what caused your father to lose his temper, but, well, there’s been a reporter around here. I guess he knows you’re some big-shot college quarterback?”

  “Um, I’m not really that big of a deal,” Matt replied, but he felt fear start to settle in his gut.

  Officer McNeil gave a gruff laugh. “Humility’s good. But I looked you up, kid, you’re going to the National Championships.”

  “Uh, yes, sir. I suppose I am.”

  “Right, well,” Officer McNeil went on, clearing his throat. “I just wanted to let you know I think a reporter’s gonna break the news about your . . . sexual orientation.”

  “Fuck,” Matt breathed.

  “I think he’s getting the story from your father or one of my less than scrupulous colleagues. He’s willing to pay for anything juicy.”

  “Of course he is,” Matt replied. “I’m sure if my father talked to him, he dangled the proverbial carrot for a payout.”

  “Real piece of work, your father.”

  “Yes, sir. I— Thank you for letting me know,” Matt managed to get out.

  “Sorry, kid, but you’re all over the sports pages right now becaus
e of the Championships. I guess this sort of thing is news.”

  “Unfortunately,” Matt mumbled back.

  The officer said something nice to try to cheer him up, but Matt was barely listening. He hung up as soon as he could.

  Matt slid into an empty chair in the classroom and just sat there. So close. So fucking close to getting out with his secret intact. And it wouldn’t even be his relationship to Trevor that outed him, but his father. Or some asshole cop.

  Either way, he knew what he had to do. But first he had to survive his final.

  Matt hurried to his class, and slid into a seat at the back as the TA passed out the last of the exams. He managed to focus well enough, calling on his years of football training to block out everything else but the goal—not flunking. He knew he hadn’t aced it, but he’d done well enough. He probably should’ve spent more time on the last essay, but he needed to deal with this reporter more than he needed a perfect score.

  So Matt dropped his test off at the front of the lecture hall and raced across campus.

  A short while later, he knocked on Coach Boyd’s door.

  “Lancaster?” Coach said, looking up in surprise. He knew most of his players were taking exams, so he probably wasn’t expecting Matt in the middle of the day. “What can I do for you?”

  Matt entered and closed the door behind him, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.

  “With a face like that, I’m taking it’s bad news,” Coach drawled, dropping the paperwork he’d been looking at and giving Matt his full attention.

  “I guess that all depends on your . . . life views,” Matt hesitantly replied. He was stalling. He knew he was stalling.

  “Come again?” Coach leaned forward. “This about your dad?”

  Matt nodded, thankful for the opening. “Yes, in a way. A reporter found the police report. He’s going to write a story on it.”

  “Keep going,” Coach urged. “I’m waiting for the shit-storm.”

  “And there’s a very good chance he’ll find out the reason my dad went ballistic. It’s because . . . I told him I’m gay.” There. He’d said it. Just ripped the Band-Aid off.

  To Coach’s credit, he showed almost no outward reaction. He just sat there for a long moment, letting it sink in. “Well, that explains some stuff,” he finally replied. Then Coach Boyd leaned forward and very firmly said, “I have a cousin who’s gay.”