Page 24 of No Going Back

Matteo jumps in, smirking. “We’re still on mission: get Cole laid.”

Remy tenses beside me, his whole body going rigid for half a second. I smirk, loving that jealous streak he can’t hide. I’m not planning to hook up with anyone tomorrow. Last weekend? Yeah, I thought maybe a random girl would snap me out of this weirdness. But turns out when you’ve already got fifteen years of love… platonic, deep, and bone-level with someone… a week and a few fucks is all it takes to flip the script. No “getting to know you” phase. No learning habits, we already know everything. There’s no slow fall.

Tyler chucks a fry at me. “If you don’t get laid, I’ll buy you a sex doll.”

I bark a laugh. “You’d only steal it.”

Tyler grins and shoves a handful of fries in his mouth.

I finish my own fries, stand, and grab my bag. “See you idiots at practice in an hour.”

They all mock-salute me, QB privileges.

I roll my eyes, then look at Remy. “Come on, man.”

“Oh…” He grabs his bag, following close behind as I manoeuvre through the crowd.

I head down the back hallway; toward the old toilets nobody uses anymore because the new block out front is clean and modern. These ones are dingy and half-forgotten. I push into the large disabled room, holding the door for him.

“What are you doing?” he asks, stepping in.

I lock it behind us.

He raises a brow. “What…?”

I chuck both our bags next to the sink, then grab him under the thighs and lift. His back hits the wall with an oof.

“I know I said no sex,” I mutter, voice rough, “but I think we both need this.”

My mouth crashes into his, desperate, hungry, all teeth and tongue. He groans into it, hands flying to my shoulders, legs wrapping around my waist as I grind up against him. The friction is instant fire, his cock already hardening through his shorts, rubbing right against mine. I’m gasping into his mouth, hips rolling without thought.

I kiss down his jaw, teeth grazing. “You know I don’t want to sleep with anyone at the party tomorrow, right?”

He moans against my neck, grinding harder. “You don’t?”

“Of course not…”

He sighs with relief. “Cole… please…”

I groan and pull back just enough to yank my shorts down and free myself. Then I tug his open too, rough, impatient, and line us up, skin on skin. No penetration, just slick friction, teasing, torturing.

He pulls me into another kiss, desperate. “I need you…”

I groan again, hips stuttering. “I can’t… not until you’ve made a decision, Remy.”

He nods fast, panting, grinding against me. “Yeah… I need to… need to break up with her. It’s not her I want.”

I bite his bottom lip, possessively. “And who do you want?”

He moans, head tipping back against the wall. “Oh, shut up.”

I stop moving completely. “Okay, let’s go then.”

“What? Wait… no…”

I raise a brow. “So, tell me.”

He whines, needy and pathetic, and presses his face to mine, arms looping around my neck. “You… obviously, Cole. It’s you…”