I know this is only preseason, but the level of excitement I’m feeling is incredible. The entire offense jumps on me in theend zone after I do a ridiculous touchdown celebration. I sprint to the sideline and am patted on the head by most of my team, including a smiling coach.
“Great spin movie, Carter; I’m impressed with your elusiveness today.” I can’t help but smile, feeling extremely confident that this season will be my best one yet.
After the Hawks defense lets up a field goal, I get ready for the offense’s second possession. Before I can make it onto the field, Coach grabs me and says, “You’re done for the day, Carter. I’ve seen enough.”
I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I am extremely confident that I have locked up the starting running back spot. I swear, Nate’s the reason I crushed it today. At this point, I’m calling seeing him my official pregame ritual.
Nate
It's Friday at noon, and I sit at my makeshift desk, planning and going over my budget. On Sunday, after I hung out with Carter, I met Mel at Jersey City to go over our upcoming schedule. She gave me the news that we have a wedding today and a wedding on Sunday. I was thrilled when she told me this, but I am still living too close to the edge of poverty. As dramatic as it sounds, I need to earn more money quickly.
I'm already over budget this month, and with only a few small gigs coming up, there's no way I'm making rent. It's honestly pathetic, considering how cheap my rent is. Looks like I'll be surviving on ramen noodles and Carter's cooking for the foreseeable future.
After a few minutes of wallowing in self-pity, my phone pings. I glance over and see a text from Carter:Hi, cutie.This makes me smile and pulls me quickly out of my misery.
I reply with a message,Why, look who it is. I watched the first quarter of Carter's game last night and can only guess that he's in a great mood. He kicked ass last night, even withsuch limited playing time. That spin move into the end zone? Actually, it was incredible. I couldn't help but stare at his butt jiggle when he jumped up to celebrate.
How are you? Excited to see me and play?Messages Carter with a winking face emoji.
Unless I'm an idiot, he definitely is referring to when we fucked each other's hands. If that's the reference, then I am 100 percent ready to go again. When we last met up, I mentioned only touching mainly because I didn't want to move too quickly. I also wanted to see how I felt after we fooled around. Obviously, I convinced myself that I might not like the experience.
I snap out of my little daydream, which was a full-blown fantasy about Carter naked, and grab my phone. I type out,You know I'm down for some fun.
Then I pause, smile, and add:Who knows, maybe I'll use my mouth this time. If you're lucky. Before sending the message, I add a smirking emoji, which I hope will get Carter going.
With little hesitation, Carter messages,I am holding you to that! Excited to see you!
We keep texting for another hour, talking about my 6 p.m. event tonight, how I'm a few chapters into the lastHarry Potterbook, and our fantasy football plans. I tell him it'd be hilarious if I end up drafting him for my fantasy team, though, no offense, I'm not taking him any earlier than the fourth round. Gotta keep it realistic.
After talking to Carter, I get my shit together for tonight's event and begin my lovely trek to Mel's place. It's 3:30 in the afternoon, so work is ending soon for commuters, and the crowds start to grow. The game plan is to meet up with Mel for twenty minutes and go over our playlist one last time. The bride and groom sent us a list of rock songs, which I definitely vibe with.
I sit on Mel's couch and listen to her talk about the many songs we will be singing. All I think about, though, is my money issues and how much I want to ask her about future events. In a perfect world, we would have events lined up five nights a week rather than the current two weekend nights we’ve been getting.
After chatting for half an hour with Mel, we call our Uber, which takes us to a large wedding venue on the Upper West Side. This venueismassive, which makes it even more surprising they hired just a two-person band. I'm not complaining; the pay is solid. We have a lot to live up to.
We play a few Green Day and Journey songs, which pump up the guests and, in turn, pump me up. We begin about an hour before the speeches start. To my surprise, the speeches and dinner drag on for a full two hours. I still can't believe these people are paying Mel and me to sit here and watch a million speeches.
The event ends at 10 p.m. on the dot, just as expected. What Idon'texpect is how awake I feel. I think to myself,Am I really about to text Carter and see if he wants to chill?
I don't even hesitate, and I text Carter,Hi, random, but are you free? Want to hang out for a little?
After a few seconds, a ping hits my phone, and I read the message,I'm sitting here staring into nothing, get your ass over here.
I let out a soft giggle, and Mel catches it. She looks at me with a knowing grin. "I'm guessing we're taking different Ubers?"
I nod, grinning. "Yep. I'm heading to Carter's for some after-party fun."
Mel smirks and shakes her head as she heads out the door toward her Uber.
A few minutes after I send Mel off, I jump into my own Uber and head over to Carter's apartment. After what feels like aneternity, I arrive at Carter's place, but he's not at the entrance. Just as I'm about to call him, my phone buzzes with a text:When you get here, come straight up to my place. If you forgot the apartment number, it's 303.I glance up at the elevator and smile, then head inside, making my way to Carter's.
As I reach his door, it swings open; there he is, wearing nothing but these cute red boxer briefs that hug his junk perfectly. I love that we've only properly hung out once, and he's already this comfortable around me. He pulls me inside and immediately plants a wet kiss on my lips. I melt into it, kissing him back with such need.
Carter gazes into my eyes with such hunger in his stare. "It's late," he murmurs. "Wanna head into my room?"
I meet his eyes and nod without hesitation. We rush into his room, and the second the door closes, we're on each other, kissing hard, fast, and desperate.
I start stripping, ripping off everything except my underwear, matching Carter. When we're both standing there in nothing but briefs, I glance at him with a smirk and say, "So…you gonna take off your underwear or what?"
