Page 30 of Drop the Gloves
“Yeah. Heard it didn’t look great.”
Before Evan could unwrap that mess, there was a loud knock at his door. He jumped and felt his cheeks going red even though whoever was out there couldn’t know what was going on only a few feet away.
“Yeah?” Evan croaked.
“Hey, Abs.” It was Dalton. Evan gulped and looked down at Barczyk pleadingly. What would they do? “We’re about to head out to that brewery. You coming?”
“Uhm—”
Barczyk hooked his fingers into the hem of Evan’s shorts and started working them down his legs; the head of his cock was free within seconds, dangerously close to Barczyk’s lips.
“Tell them you have a headache,” Barczyk whispered, his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. A bead of pre-come formed, and Evan thought about how easy it would be to force Barczyk’s head over and urge him to lick it up; he didn’t.
“I have a headache,” Evan repeated mechanically, but it must’ve been too quiet because Dalton knocked again.
“What was that, Abs?”
Evan clenched his hands into fists—one still gripping Barczyk’s hair, the other hanging uselessly at his side—and leaned his head back against the wall. He was rapidly losing control here. “I have a headache,” he said too loudly. “Count me out.”
Go away, Evan begged. I don’t have the willpower to walk away from this...
There was a long, drawn-out silence before Dalton said, “Okay, bro. Sorry you’re not feeling good. Want me to get you some Advil or something?”
That was when Barczyk took him into his mouth.
“I already took some,” he gritted out. His eyes were clamped shut because he would lose it if he looked down.
He could barely hold it together as he felt Barczyk’s mouth suck around the tip of his dick, his tongue tracing around the head as his fingers teased at Evan’s balls.
This was the best torture in the world, and Evan wasn’t equipped to handle it.
“ ‘kay. Feel better!” And then, mercifully, came the sound of footsteps walking away.
Barczyk hummed around his dick, and Evan whined pitifully before he realized Barczyk had been talking.
“What was that?” Evan dared to look down. It was a mistake, first because he got a great view of his dick straining against the inside of Barczyk’s cheek, and second because he got to watch as Barczyk popped off of his dick, his lips rosy and wet.
“I said, you sure you don’t wanna go drink with them? I’m cool if you want a rain check.”
At least part of Evan’s brain was working, because he said, “And pass up a chance to finally shut you up? Hell no.”
Barczyk laughed like it was the best joke he’d ever heard. “Shut me up then,” he teased. He didn’t resist when Evan guided him back to his dick.
Like pretty much everything else, Barczyk was good at giving head. He once again read Evan like an open book and got him off hard and quick. Without batting an eye, he swallowed Evan’s come and guided Evan gently to the ground when his legs nearly gave out.
“Fun, right?” Barczyk said, pleased with himself.
Evan had found Barczyk attractive in a number of ways—his competence and confidence high among the reasons, but there was also a raw male energy that did weird things to Evan—but this was the first time he’d thought Barczyk was cute.
“What?” he asked, as though he could see the shift in Evan’s face.
Cute sounded a little too far from sexual attraction for Evan’s liking. Experimenting was one thing, but cute seemed too...too…romantic.
So instead of unpacking that, Evan leaned forward to kiss Barczyk.
He shuddered when he tasted his own release on Barczyk’s tongue, but it helped remind Evan this was about sex.
This was a weird, convenient thing where they got each other off.
He had no idea why either of them liked it, but it was acceptable. He could accept it, anyway.
“Can I return the favor?” Evan asked. He’d be terrible at it. He’d never had a dick in his mouth, been so rarely on the receiving end, but it would make it impossible for him to have compromising thoughts like Riley Barczyk looks cute.
“You don’t have to,” Barczyk said seriously. “I was just—“
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”
And that was how he ended up on his knees in front of Riley Barczyk. Evan pulled down Barczyk’s loose joggers and his plaid boxers. He stroked Barczyk to full hardness. Later, he’d have a dozen excuses to explain why he did this, but right now, he couldn’t deny that he wanted Barczyk’s cock.
“Oh, fuck, Abs. That’s real good. Yeah, just like that. I didn’t...never would’ve...you could’ve had me...that’s—“
That was when Barczyk was relatively coherent. His babbling didn’t make a whole lot of sense after the first couple of minutes. He knew it was Evan’s first time giving head but, as always, was so stupidly encouraging and gentle. How could Barczyk be gentle? Why was he so nice and patient?
“Gonna...gonna come...” He tapped urgently on Evan’s shoulder in warning. “Abs, you don’t have to—“ Evan didn’t budge, just kept bobbing his head back and forth with the same sloppy rhythm he’d been using, kept working his hand on the bottom of his shaft. “Evan,” he whined and then started to come.
Evan almost choked, though he wasn’t sure if that was the come hitting the back of his throat or the helpless way Barczyk had said his name.
It was stupid, but half the time Evan thought his teammates didn’t know his first name.
He never heard it during the season, and it threw him to hear it at all, never mind like this.
He swallowed as much as he could and rested his head against Barczyk’s hip.
Maybe he should pretend he hadn’t heard that.
Add it to the list of things he needed to lock away and ignore.
“We should...” Barczyk took a deep shuddering breath and patted the top of Evan’s head. “We should get cleaned up. If we hurry, we can catch up with the guys at that bar or whatever.”
“I have a headache,” Evan said shakily. He couldn’t get up yet, couldn’t look at Barczyk. Definitely couldn’t go into the bathroom to clean up and face his reflection. “Remember?”
“Oh.” He could feel Barczyk shrug. “You made a miraculous recovery. Yay.”
Evan huffed. “I think I’ll pass.” He pulled back enough to glance up at Barczyk. “Rain check?”
Barczyk laughed.