Page 37 of Drop the Gloves

Not trusting himself to speak, Evan nodded. He let Barczyk push him onto the mattress and obeyed when he nodded for Evan to lie back against the headboard.

“I, uh...” Evan was distracted as Barczyk crawled onto the bed after him and undid his belt, ignoring the bulge of his dick. “I thought...”

You said I could fuck you were not words he was equipped to say out loud, so he let Barczyk work off his pants.

“Don’t worry.” Barczyk leaned down to kiss Evan’s dick through his briefs, then ran his nose up the shaft. “I know what I promised.” He pulled at the hem of Evan’s underwear and sucked the head of his dick into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck.” Evan fisted the sheets. “You and your fucking mouth.”

Barczyk laughed, the vibrations going right to Evan’s balls. He sucked Evan off for a few minutes, playing a dangerous game because Evan wasn’t capable of lasting long when Barczyk put that talented tongue to work. Why hadn’t he liked Barczyk, exactly? Fuck if he knew.

Too soon, Barczyk pulled off of him with a wet plop and finished undressing them both. Evan stayed still while he watched Barczyk dig through his bag for a bottle of lube and condoms.

“Condoms?” Evan asked, confused. “We get screened all the time—”

“It’s cleaner.” Barczyk tossed him one. “I just prefer it.”

Evan put the condom on. He wasn’t about to argue about safe sex.

He’d just finished rolling it on when Barczyk straddled him.

He stayed up on his knees, barely any contact between them, so Evan hooked his hands around his legs and rubbed the warm skin with his thumbs.

A few months ago, he never would have thought of himself as so tactile.

There were a lot of things he was learning about himself.

“You ever done this before?” Barczyk asked as he popped open the lube container.

“This?” He shook his head.

Instead of teasing him about his inexperience, Barczyk nodded. “You ever try it on your own?”

Evan laughed nervously. “I hadn’t even thought about it until you suggested it,” he admitted. “But it’s all I’ve been thinking about since.”

Again, Barczyk didn’t roll his eyes or mock Evan. He accepted his answer without comment and focused on squeezing a healthy amount of lube onto his fingers. “I’ll make it fun, don’t worry.” He winked and moved his hand behind him.

Evan reached out and grabbed his wrist. “Can I...?”

Barczyk raised an eyebrow. “Open me up? Abs, not that I don’t trust you, but you’re new at this. I’m not interested in getting hurt ‘cause we didn’t do this right.”

“Oh.” He let go of Barczyk’s wrist. “Of course. That’s—“

“I’ll show you how, though.” He took Evan’s hand in his and guided it to his ass.

“Slow and steady, Abs. Slow and steady...” Evan put his hand over Barczyk’s, feeling what Barczyk did as he explained it with raspy breaths.

One finger tracing his rim before pushing inside, then two working him open.

Barczyk took one of Evan’s fingers with his and together they stretched him open.

“Fuck yeah, like that. You learn quick, Abs...”

Barczyk took over when they got to three fingers, his dick dripping a steady stream of pre-come that had Evan’s mouth watering.

“Almost done.” Barczyk’s cheeks were red, and there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead. “Lube.”

Evan grabbed the bottle and slicked up his dick, the contact making him moan.

He’d been so lost watching Barczyk, he’d forgotten his own arousal.

This was the hottest thing he’d ever seen—how was he supposed to last long enough to see Barczyk come?

He coated his cock with a generous amount of lube.

He looked up and caught Barczyk watching him with lust-blown eyes.

“Ready?” Barczyk asked.

That was a loaded question. Evan was absolutely ready to feel Barczyk’s tight heat wrapped around him.

He’d never have thought he’d want this, but right now he needed it more than air.

But was he ready for the consequences? Almost certainly not.

For Barczyk, this was probably nothing, but for Evan, this was more than casual sex.

This was a big step, and Evan was terrified of where it was leading him.

He wasn’t ready to find out...but he also wasn’t willing to turn back.

“I’m ready,” Evan said.

Barczyk took over, nudging Evan to relax against the headboard.

He lined Evan’s dick against his hole, Evan holding his breath as he felt the first hint of pressure.

And then he was pushing past the rim, Barczyk slowly sinking down.

Inch by inch, Barczyk guided Evan’s dick inside him while Evan did his best not to move, not to push, not to beg for more.

It was driving him insane how good it felt, that promise of how much better it would be with Barczyk riding him.

He was hypnotized by the sight of his cock disappearing, of Barczyk’s eyes fluttering shut and the strain of his leg muscles, the way their breathing seemed to sync perfectly.

“Fuck,” Evan muttered. “Fuck.”

“Uh huh,” Barczyk agreed as his ass pressed flush against Evan. He groaned and looked unsteady; Evan’s hands settled on his waist, holding him in place. He resisted the urge to thrust up into Barczyk and instead just enjoyed this surreal, impossible moment.

He was balls deep in Riley Barczyk. What even was his life?

“Dunno why I’m always surprised,” Barczyk said breathlessly, “when a big guy has a big dick.”

That did it: Evan laughed, rescued from spiraling into a crisis. “I’m not that big.”

“Easy for you to say.” He shifted his hips, the sudden movement making Evan’s fingers dig into his hips. “You’re not being split open by your massive dick.”

“That’s—” His breath hitched as Barczyk clenched around him and he momentarily forgot English.

“Uh huh,” Barczyk said proudly, like rendering Evan speechless was what he’d been going for this whole time. “Gimme a minute and I’ll make it way better for you.”

Evan wasn’t sure that was possible, but he was in no position to argue. He was completely at Barczyk’s mercy and wasn’t as upset by it as he thought he’d be. Still, he didn’t want Barczyk to win so easily, so he managed, “If you say so.”

The wait was agonizing bliss: it gave him time to map out Barczyk’s hip bones with his thumb, to enjoy the weight of him, and to soak up his warm body wrapped around his cock.

It was more than he thought sex could be, and still his body craved more.

This was too gentle, too subdued. He wanted to move, to claim or be claimed or get lost somewhere in between.

When Barczyk cleared his throat, Evan licked his lips in anticipation. This was it, the more he so desperately needed, that he’d been willing to challenge everything he knew about himself for.

But what Barczyk said wasn’t at all what he’d expected.

“Hey,” he said. “I got a weird request.”

Evan would do literally anything Barczyk asked him right now. “Uh huh?”

“Could you...” He bit his lip. His voice sounded strange, so unlike his usual self that Evan found a tighter grip on his sanity so he could pinpoint what was off.

“Could I...?” Evan asked and worried it might be something he wouldn’t be able to give.

“Could you, uh, maybe call me Riley? Just for tonight?”

Oh shit. Barczyk was shy about asking for this. He looked so nervous and vulnerable, and somehow Evan had done that.

It’s not just fooling around for him either, part of him warned. You’re both stepping off the deep end here. This is a bad idea. This is a terrible, crazy, stupid—

Evan reached up and pulled him down, rubbing their noses together. “Okay,” he said. “Riley.” And then, for the first time, he kissed Riley.

It was different from kissing Barczyk, bizarre as that sounded. Barczyk was his annoying teammate, who was kind of a jackass. He was loud and obnoxious and didn’t give a shit what people thought about him. He gave good hand jobs and better blowjobs and laughed about how messy it was afterward.

Riley was all those things too, obviously, but he was sweeter about it. He moaned into every kiss and shuddered when Evan touched him. He looked Evan in the eye as he rode him, slow at first like he knew Evan would lose it otherwise.

“Fuuuuck,” Bar—Riley groaned loudly. Evan panicked briefly—someone might hear them, and there’d be no hiding what was making Riley sound like that—but then Barczyk moved faster, and Evan didn’t have room to care about anyone or anything else. “I was so worried you wouldn’t win that bet.”

“Make...an easier...bet...next time...” Evan panted.

“Next time?” Riley laughed. “No way. You’re not getting off that easy. What, you think because I like your dick you don’t have to earn fucking me?”

“Jesus,” Evan hissed. “You can’t talk like that.”

“Why not?”

You’re going to make me come too soon didn’t seem like the right thing to say, so Evan kept his mouth shut. Though given what Riley said next, maybe Evan shouldn’t have.

“It was so fucking hot watching you smash into Kinnunen for me. I was going to do something really fucking stupid to him, but damn, that was so much better. Fuck me, I’m gonna watch that hit on repeat when I get home and jerk off to it.”

“No, you’re not.” His cheeks burned, and his chest tightened with a confusing mix of pride and embarrassment.

“Swear to God. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Except maybe you on your knees sucking me off. No highlights of that, though.”

“You’re the worst.” It only sounded a little fond.

“The worst? Don’t make me stop. I swear, Evan”—Evan tried not to think about how his toes curled when he heard Riley say his name—“don’t test me. I’ll stop right now and make you tell me how amazing I am before—“

“Riley,” he begged. “You know you’re amazing.” He teetered precariously on the edge. How was he expected to have a conversation under these conditions? “Please, I can’t...”

“I do know I’m amazing.” He grabbed Evan’s hand and wrapped it around his dick, urging Evan to jerk him off while he kept up his grueling pace. “But I’d like to hear you say it.”

Evan looked up into Riley’s hazel eyes, and out tumbled a truth Evan hadn’t fully appreciated until then: “You’re amazing, Riley Barczyk.”