Playing Offside by Jax Calder
Tyler
I was dreaming. I had to be. Because in what version of reality was I kissing Aiden Jones? Even more surreal, in this other dimension where all the secret desires of my heart were granted, he was kissing me back.
Aiden Jones was kissing me back.
He kissed with the same controlled force that he played with. Like all his attention was focused on this one point in the universe, the point where our mouths connected.
His lips were firm and unyielding, his tongue moving in sure strokes against mine.
I slipped my hand down to feel his cock through the fabric of his pants, and he moaned into my mouth, which was hands down the hottest thing that had ever happened to me.
He tilted his hips toward me, and I fumbled with the cord on his trackpants, at the same time tugging at his T-shirt. Nothing mattered more than getting my hands on his skin.
He pulled away, and I whimpered in protest, but it was only so he could shuck his T-shirt off before he claimed my mouth again.
Aiden Jones’s naked chest pressed up against mine. Yep, this was the point where the world could end, and I would die happy. His skin was smooth and hot under my hands. I rubbed down his back, feeling the ripple of muscles underneath my fingertips. All that contained power.
I pushed my hand into his boxers at the same time he tugged on my towel and it pooled into a puddle at my feet.
Standing there stark naked while he was still partly clothed should have made me feel vulnerable. But his eyes raked down my body, his gaze heating up past the point of sizzling.
He reached for me and… holy shitballs, having Aiden Jones’s strong hands touching my cock almost made me explode instantly.
I fumbled quickly, trying to get my hand on him. He was warm and alive under my grip. I started to stroke up and down.
I tried to hold off, but my orgasm crashed into me with the force of a ten-ton truck. And suddenly, I was spilling all over his hand as a loud gasp escaped my lips.
He tipped his head back as he started to come, and I used the chance to kiss down his jaw and neck, my teeth grazing the corded muscle there.
His arms momentarily tightened around me, his heartbeat against my skin, still racing.
Then he released me with a slight push, and I staggered back.
Both still breathing hard, we stared at each other, before I bent down to retrieve my towel, wiping my sticky hand on it.
Crap. What happened now? This had the potential to be more awkward than a dinner date between the ghosts of Hugh Hefner and Mother Teresa.
I decided to go with the lighthearted as I straightened up. “Dude, thanks to you I need to shower again.”
“Yeah, don’t blame me. I’m fairly sure you started that.” He reached down to grab his T-shirt from the ground, pulling it over his head in a smooth motion. I immediately mourned the loss of his naked chest.
“So…uh…do we need to talk about what just happened?” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, my cheeks flamed. I sounded like a teenage girl.
He shrugged. “It’s no big deal, Bannings. We got off together. It happens.”
“You’re telling me you’ve done that before with a teammate?”
He bit his lip, looking away. “No. I usually don’t shit where I eat. Which is why, as fun as that was, it can’t happen again.”
The finality in his words struck me like a blow. I tried to school my face so it didn’t show my disappointment.
“But you’re gay, right?” I said.
He gave me a weird look. “Are you seriously asking me that question? Who the hell was I just getting off with? An alien who hijacked your brain?”
I rolled my eyes. “One mutual jerk doesn’t make you gay. You could be bi. Or straight and just experimenting.”
“As irresistible as you are, Bannings, you didn’t turn me. And I’m not bi. I knew I was gay before you even knew what your dick was for.”
“Okay…well, that’s good. I mean, it’s not good, but at least I didn’t…I mean…it wasn’t your first time or anything.”
His lips quirked up. “Did I give the impression that I’d never been with a guy before?”
“No. I mean, you knew what you were doing, obviously. But it could have just been natural talent.” Shitballs. I really needed to stop talking.
Amusement danced in his eyes. The bastard was enjoying this. And as much as I craved seeing Aiden Jones happy, I wasn’t quite so excited about it being completely at my expense.
“Oh, piss off, I’m having a shower,” I said.
Laughter was still evident in his voice. “Enjoy your shower.”
My legs were shaky as I stumbled through to the bathroom. Once there, I stared at my reflection. My lips were still red and puffy. The side of my face had beard rash where Aiden's stubble had scraped along my skin.
Aiden Jones was gay.
I mean, I’d come across other sportsmen who were gay. Literally, in some cases, because I’d worked out early on the best people to hook up with were the ones who had the same incentive as me to keep things on the down-low. No one wanted to be the gay guy in the locker room. No one.
I avoided doing anything that would make people suspect I was gay the same way most people avoided deadly spiders and homicidal maniacs.
But to find out Aiden Jones, of all people, was also gay, one of the most highly respected rugby players in the world.
Fucking faggot. Fairy. Pansy.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to scrub my father’s voice from my head.
What would my old man think if he discovered Aiden Jones was gay? It would be almost entertaining to see his reaction. I could sell tickets and popcorn to that event.
I jumped in the shower, washing off the traces of our encounter with slight regret. The hot water beat down on my sore muscles, reminding me what I was here for.
When I came out of the bathroom, Aiden wasn’t there. He’d left for dinner without me. Nice.
Arriving in the dining room, I spotted him on the far side with Zach and some other Marauder players. He didn’t even glance over at me once during dinner. No indication that half an hour ago, he’d been getting hot and heavy with me, his hands burning a path on my skin.
He told me it was a one-time thing. He’d implied it was a mistake.
I watched his half-smile as Zach talked to him. The careful way he speared a piece of steak and put it into his mouth. The way his throat worked as he swallowed a glass of water.
That’s the thing about mistakes. Sometimes, you had to make them more than once just to reassure yourself they were actually a mistake.