I cackle, pumping my legs hard and fast. He’ll catch up to me and blow me away any second now. Sure enough, I can hear Jett’s heavy foot pounding close behind me. I pick up speed, but I’m built for endurance, not sprinting. My energy is quickly replaced by burning and lung tightening.
As Jett sails past me, he gives me the bird. I huff a laugh, and suddenly I have to stop. It’s too much. My long strides slow down, and soon, I’m having to walk it off. Fuck, I’m choking on air.
He slows and walks up to me with a smug smile on his face. “Not bad, Ellison. You just ran over 800 meters.”
“Wait, really?”
“Really. You’re still a cheater, though.”
“Hey, I required a handicap next to your ass. I’m nowhere near as fast.”
Jett stands close, cups my chin, and kisses me. We’re both sweaty and out of breath, but we don’t care.
“For old time’s sake?”
“Old times? You make it sound like we’ve been together for years.”
“It feels like it, but only in the best possible way.”
“Aww, you’re such a romantic.”
He shrugs playfully. “I have my moments.”
“What’s this ‘for old times’ thing you’re talking about?”
“Locker room, dicks in hand, stress relief before work starts?”
“Hot. How can I say no to that?”
“You can’t.”
We grab our stuff sitting by the bleachers and head toward the locker room, holding hands. We were supposed to get more running in, but Jett’s idea iswaybetter.
Because it’s so early, there’s no one in the locker rooms yet. We quickly strip each other’s clothes off as we suck face. Unlike last time, where I practically jumped Jett’s bones by his locker, we take it to the showers.
We’re hard as rocks by the time we get the water started. As it warms up, we kiss and gently tug on our cocks. Right when I’m about to say, ‘fuck it, let’s come now,’ Jett pulls me into the shower stall. He pushes me hard against the tiles, his mouth on mine, forcing his tongue inside. I claw at his back with one hand and stroke him with the other. He’s stroking me, too, but he’s also gently cupping my face as if he’s trying to be hot and sweet at the same time. It works.
“I wanna watch you come,” he says when we pull back.
I rest my head against the wall and look up at him through hooded lids. His are two deep pools of brown, watching me intently. As much as I want to be the dominant one, I let him have it. It’s easy to give in when it comes to Jett.
He bats away my hand from his dick and fists our lengths together. His other hand moves from my face to my throat, squeezing it gently.
“Oh, are we playing ‘bossy coach’ this morning?” I quip.
“Shut up.” He smothers my next words with a kiss full of tongue as he works our lengths together.
It doesn’t take long for my brain to go silent, focusing on his full-bodied kiss and his hand, gripping, squeezing, stroking, brushing the heads with his thumb. Feeling his cock pressed up against mine is a whole other level of hotness.
The pressure quickly builds, and all I can think about is making my body explode.
He pulls his mouth from mine and nibbles my ear. “How close are you?”
“Fucking close.”
When I hear a sound in the locker room, I turn my head and freeze, but he brings my attention right back to him. “Keep your eyes on me,” he whispers.
I run my hands around his neck, dig into the corded muscle, groaning as quietly as possible. I thrust into his hand and throw my head back when my orgasm hits like a freight train.
