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He hummed and leaned forward, smoothing his lips over mine. I wound my arm around his waist and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He moaned into my mouth and parted his lips. Groaning, I rolled him onto his back, deepening the kiss as I went.
I couldn’t get enough of him. I was so fucking addicted to Sterling. And there was no cure for me, not that I wanted one.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life high on him.
For the first night in a while, Sterling didn’t have any nightmares or flashbacks. His Xanax put him right out once he remembered to take it, and he slept so hard, he slept through his first two classes of the day. I probably should have woken him up, but I couldn’t bring myself to. Heneededthe sleep after the rough night he had the night before.
And because I was a lazy fuck, I stayed in bed with him. I probably should have taken a shower and rubbed one out, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Hence why my dick was poking him in the back. Wasn’t much I could do about it when I was only wearing a thin pair of boxers.
Sterling groaned and stretched, his ass rubbing against my cock, and I moaned low in my throat, shutting my eyes for a moment. Then, Sterling decided to be a little tease and purposely rubbed his perky ass over my shaft. I clamped a hand on his hip, stilling his movements.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I rasped.
He rolled over to face me, and he trailed his fingers over my dick through my boxers. I shivered, my breath hitching in my throat. “We’re already obviously late for classes.”
“So late,” I groaned. “Please stop fucking teasing me, Sterling.”
A wicked grin slid across his lips, and then he disappeared beneath the blanket, pulling my cock out of my boxers. “Sterling, what are you—oh, fuck,” I moaned when the hot, wet suction of his mouth wrapped around my shaft. He bobbed his head and swallowed me to the back of his throat. A shout ripped from my lips as my hips strained off the bed. “Oh, God,” I hissed. “Please don’t stop, baby. That’s perfect. Feels so good.”
He swirled his tongue around my shaft before swallowing me back down. I whimpered, my fingers lacing in his hair. When he didn’t freak out, I began to thrust up into his hot, tight throat, whimpers and moans falling from my lips. He felt so damn good. I didn’t want to know why he was fucking expert level with this, but I’d definitely reap the fucking benefits.
“I’m so close,” I panted. The base of my spine was tingling, and my balls were drawing up tight against my body. “I’m going to come, Sterling,” I tried warning him in case he didn’t want me to spill down his throat.
He just moaned around me and sucked me deeper. That moan shot straight to my balls, and I shouted his name, spurting my cum down the back of his throat. I felt him swallowing around me and almost wept at the pure bliss of it.
He slowly made his way back up my body, a little smirk playing on his lips. “How was that for a good morning?”
I growled and rolled him to his back, looming over him. “Fucking perfect,” I rumbled. Then, I settled my body on top of his and proceeded to kiss the fucking daylights out of him.
I grunted in shock when Sterling moved the curtain aside and stepped into the shower stall with me. Then, a smirk curved my lips. That was until I ran my eyes over his body. Little scars littered his upper thighs, white against his peach-colored skin tone. I swallowed thickly and forced myself not to focus on them, instead drinking his strong but lean form, honed from years of constantly running when life got to be too much.
His cock was soft but long, and if he was a grower when he got hard, then God fucking help me. I was going to be praying to Him while Sterling rocked my world.
“Surprised you’re in here with me,” I murmured, reaching out to draw him under the water with me. I’d gotten a shower after practice, but my muscles were burning from the grueling practice I’d just endured, and I needed more hot water to soothe the ache.
“You looked exhausted. Wanted to check on you, and I needed a shower,” Sterling informed me with a shrug.
I walked my fingers down his spine. He shivered in response, stepping closer to me. I bit back a moan at how good his damp skin felt against mine. “I’m okay,” I assured him. “With our first game of the season being Saturday, Coach is pushing us extra hard this week.”
“Let me bathe, and I’ll give you a massage in our room. Just got to find the massage oil.”
I chuckled as Sterling poured shampoo into his palms. “Did you even bring it back with you for this year?” Sterling used to give me massages after hard practices or rough games last year since he was finally comfortable with touching me and me touching him. And fuck, his massages were the best. Apparently, because he wanted to help me, he’d watched a ton of YouTube videos to learn the best way to soothe my muscles.
Even before he became my boyfriend, he was the best fucking guy on the planet. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve him, but I would forever cherish him.
Sterling nodded and began to scrub his scalp, lathering the shampoo. “It’s probably stuffed into the depths of one of my desk drawers.”
I waited under the steaming hot water, watching as he rinsed his hair and washed the hard planes of his body. I was hard from watching him and jealous of the water running over his tight body, but I wasn’t particularly in the mood to do anything sexual. I was too fucking tired. I really just wanted to sprawl out in bed and fall asleep to the feeling of Sterling massaging my tense muscles.
Once we were back in the room, I walked over to my closet while Sterling went searching through his desk drawers for his massage oil. I grabbed the jersey I’d ordered a few weeks ago for Sterling and closed my closet back, turning to face him. I’d ordered it so he had something special to wear to my games to kind of name him as my biggest fan since we were best friends, but now I wanted to give it to him to wear to my game on Saturday as my boyfriend.
I cleared my throat, and Sterling glanced over his shoulder at me before standing up straight, turning his whole body now to give me his attention. I stepped forward and held the jersey out to him. It was folded in just a way that it displayed my last name on top. He took it from me, so many questions in his gaze as his eyes roamed over my face.
“I want you to wear that,” I rasped, emotion thickening my voice. “On Saturday, I mean. And every game after that. I want you to wear it as my boyfriend. Please.” I was stumbling, showing how nervous I clearly was, but Sterling didn’t bat an eye.
He unfolded it, a grin spreading on his lips as he ran his eyes over the front before flipping around to the back, my last name and number proudly displayed. He set it on his desk and then grasped my hips, pulling me to him. When his lips met mine, the nerves running through me quieted, and I sank into his embrace, eagerly kissing him back.
“Of course, I’ll wear it as your boyfriend,” he told me once we parted, both of us breathing a little heavier. “I’d be honored to, Graham.”
