“Now who’s being a brat,” Porter teases.
I laugh, squeezing him closer to me. “Your attitude must be rubbing off on me a little, huh?”
Today should be exciting—itisexciting—it just sucks that Porter isn’t here to watch and celebrate with me. I hate that he has to work. I’m at the point where I honestly just want to pay for everything in his life so he has nothing to do except spend more time with me. I know that’s a ridiculous thought, and he’d never go for it, but damn, would it make my life more fun.
Will
Just an update that I didn’t wash my jersey after I fucked you in it. It’s gonna be my good luck charm today since you’re not here
Porter
Is this one of those superstitions? If you win does that mean you’ll have to fuck me in it before every game?
I laugh, but I like where his head’s at.
Will
It could be. But you better hydrate, Kitten. If I score 2+ points, I’m fucking you for hours tonight
I haven’t seen him since Sunday outside of class, and his ass is damn near theonlything I’ve been able to think about.
Not that Porter consuming my thoughts is new. He’s all I’ve been able to think about since the cabin. No, before it. He’s addicting, and I truly can’t get enough of him. I’m not sure how I’ll manage this summer. I’ve yet to ask him what he’s doing, but I kind of want to kidnap him and keep him tied up in my bed—that’s how feral he makes me.
Porter
My ass is willing and ready, Daddy ;)
Oh fuck, just reading that name has my dick perking up, but I can’t get lost in thoughts of sinking inside of his body. Warm-ups start in a few minutes, I really should not be sexting Porter in the locker room. I lock my phone and try to focus on preparing for the game. The guys know today is a big one for me, and I’m sure they’ll try to do what they can to help me out, but I still have plenty of time, and my focus is more on getting the win.
After the pre-game speech from coach, we head outside to the field and go through our stretching and warm-up drills before the game starts. We get off to a slow start, and by the time the first half is over, I only have one point racked up.
I’ve got the second half, but the game is closer than I’d like. I’m not panicking at all, I’m sure I’ll get another point, but if Idon’t, it’ll be okay too. We have another game. But there is the nagging awareness of my parents in the stands, of the guys hyping me up between goals, and that I really wish Porter could have made it. I can’t stop thinking about him instead of the game in front of me, but I try my best to stay present in the moment.
The second half I manage to come out stronger and more focused. Nathan feeds me the ball early in the third quarter, and I get a clean look but shoot wide.Close.The crowd groans with me in the stands, but I don’t let it get to me. I reset, shake it off, and continue the game more determined than ever.
Finally, in the fourth quarter, our defense causes a turnover. Peters comes up with the ball, pushing it up the field to Cam. Their guys are checking Cam on the way down the field, but Cam keeps possession. He passes me the ball next, and instead of forcing a shot on goal, I make the smart pass to Tim. Tim’s defender isn’t letting him get by, repeatedly checking his hands. He clears out, and I cut hard to the crease. Tim finds me right back, and I catch the ball in stride, burying it in the net before the goalie can recover.
Goal!
Holy shit, I did it.
I fucking did it!
My one hundredth point before my junior year season ends.
My eyes shoot up to the stands, once again wishing Porter was here. I find my parents jumping up and down, cheering and hugging each other. I try to focus on the positives, that they were here to see it, that I was able to pull it off at all. It’s a huge feat, and I’m damn proud of myself. To make things even better, we also win the game.
When we get back to the locker room, everyone’s in a great mood. Teammates slap my back and congratulate me as I head straight to my locker, and I immediately pull out my phone, not even bothering to shed any of my gear.
Will
2 points. And a win. Jersey is good luck so you better get that ass ready for me ;P
Fuuuck, I wish he were here right now. It would make this whole thing so much sweeter, but knowing I get to celebrate with him this weekend is almost as good.
As soon as I finish showering and change, I head outside to find my parents waiting right outside the locker room. My mom pulls me into a hug as soon as she sees me.
“One hundred,” she says into my shoulder. “I’m so proud of you, Will!”
