Page 10 of Hidden Plays (Desert Football #1)

FIVE

JORDAN (JJ)

H olden was fucking with my mind. While finishing the pizza with him, we’d both settled into watching the karaoke singers instead of talking any more. After, we’d taken Ubers home. Getting a DUI might fuck up my chances for an NFL contract in the spring.

Exiting my Uber, I strolled to the house.

The door swung open, and Casey stood there, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Well, look who’s home.” He stepped aside.

Lumbering through the door, I braced myself. He would want details. I wanted only the comfort of my bed. And for my brain to quit ruminating about the night with Holden.

“So? What happened? Who is the guy, and did you end up at his place after the bar?” Casey stalked behind me and into the kitchen.

I grabbed a Gatorade from the refrigerator. “No, we went out for pizza after.” I guessed I could tell him some of the truth.

“How do you know him? Did you guys hook up in the restrooms at The Club?” He stood before me as I turned around.

“Dude, get out of my space.” I pushed on his chest. Casey wouldn’t let this lie.

Screwing the cap off the Gatorade, I walked to the couch and dropped into the corner.

“I met him at school, and no, we didn’t hook up in the restroom.

” I sipped my drink. I needed to hydrate, or I’d feel the beers in the morning.

Casey sank in next to me. “Tell me about him.” Biting his lip, he lifted his brows.

“He’s uh…” Shit, he’d never guess it was Holden. “He’s a little shorter than I am, but heavier. All muscle.” I smirked.

“Yeah?” Casey’s eyes lit. He was like a dog wagging its tail with its tongue hanging out of its mouth.

“Yeah, he’s got a nice cock. I mean, I didn’t touch it directly, but we had some moments on the dancefloor.” My dick tingled. Holden had a hard on when we danced. It meant something, right? But he’d said it was only a physical response.

“Oh, shit. So, you guys were grinding. Did you make out?” His brows lifted even higher.

“We kissed. He’s got soft lips.” The memory rewound in my head. Yeah, Holden was a damn good kisser. Got me hard instantly.

“And so did you enjoy The Club this time?” Casey inched closer to me.

“I did. Doubt I’d go back. There were too many guys trying to cut in, you know?” I sipped my Gatorade and then tucked it between my thighs. Regardless if Holden had some sort of sexual awakening, the guy in leather was right. A questioning straight guy was bad news. And it was Holden fucking Cox.

“So, will you see him again?” Casey narrowed his eyes. “And what’s his name?”

“I’ll be seeing him again.” I peeked at Casey. Damn it, I probably shouldn’t have said that. There’d only be more questions every time I left the house. “Maybe I’ll see him again. And his name is um, Harry.” I winced. What a stupid name to give him.

“Harry? Is his last name Cox?” He cackled and stood.

Fuck. How did he…Oh. Joke name. “No, don’t be such an imbecile.” I rose and stretched. “Anyway, it’s late and I’m off to bed.” I eyed him. “Why are you up so late?”

He shrugged. “You know me. I’d never be able to sleep until I heard what happened tonight. So, I got some homework done and watched some anime.”

“Oh.” I gave him a side hug. He was a good guy. He was like the house mom. “Good thing I didn’t stay at the guy’s house.” I ambled toward the hallway to the bedrooms.

“You never do that. I knew you’d be home at some point.” He followed me.

Nodding, I said, “Yeah, that’s true.” Why was that? I guessed I just preferred my own bed. I strolled into my bedroom. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, JJ.” Casey walked off.

The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee and murmuring voices.

Everyone must be up. I rolled onto my back and sat up on my elbows, blinking my eyes open.

I’d tossed and turned all night. Every dream had Holden in it.

The fucker. How had he gotten to me like this?

I tossed the covers aside and gazed down at my body, my bare morning erection hot against my stomach.

Fucking hell, some of those dreams had included a nice Holden blowjob. His lips on my cock had been…

My dick pulsed, and a bead of precum formed at the tip. It was a wonder I hadn’t blown a load in my sleep. Shit, I needed to take care of it.

Glancing at the door, I fluffed my pillows on the headboard and pulled the drawer open on my nightstand. A quick jack-off session before breakfast was in order.

With a smirk, I grabbed the lube and squirted it on my fingers.

Eli’s voice filtered through my door. “Naw, he’s not up yet. Give him time. Sounds like he had quite a time last night.” He sniggered.

They were talking about me out there. At least they’d stop bothering me about the gay bar. But now they might start in on me about the guy I’d dated. Fuck ‘em.

Settling into the bed, I fisted my cock and stroked. Pleasure shivered over my skin, and my balls ached.

Yeah, that was it. I could jerk Holden out of my head. I shut my eyes, and an imaginary Holden crawled between my legs, his hot, wet tongue flicking the head of my dick.

“Oh, fuck.” I groaned. I wouldn’t overthink it. It was too good, and exactly what I needed right now. Rocking my hips in time with my pumping hand, Holden devoured my cock, sucking me to the back of his throat.

My toes curled, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan. I grabbed my balls with my other hand, pulling on them, Holden’s blond hair tickling my stomach as his head bobbed over me.

“Yeah, baby, suck it,” I whispered. Sneaking a finger between my ass cheeks, I teased my hole. I hadn’t had anal in so long. I needed it. No time for my plug right now, though. Quickening my pace, I thrust and tugged on my sensitive cock.

Pleasure swirled inside me, coiling in my gut and tightening my balls. Climax rushed to the edge, and I held it off for a moment.

As the Holden in my mind peeked at me, his thick lips dripping and red, his eyes dark and hooded, I spilled. Harsh contractions surged through my body, and shock waves of sensation sparked through every nerve. Hot cum sprayed my chest and dribbled over my hand.

I clenched my jaw as gasps threatened to give me away. If anyone was standing at the door, they’d hear me for sure.

As it slowed, I panted. Holy fuck, that was the best orgasm I’d had in a long time. Why, because of fucking Holden? No, I had to come to my senses. It had just been a long time. Orgasms were always better after a dry spell.

I ripped a tissue from the box on my nightstand. It was time to clean up, dress, and face the guys.

After washing the cum off me properly in my bathroom, I dressed in a pair of team athletic shorts and wandered into the main room.

The guys huddled around a pastry box on the kitchen island, Malik saying, “That one is the best.” He picked up a Danish with a white filling and stuffed it into his mouth. “Oh, my God.”

“What the hell is going on out here?” I padded to them and peered inside the box. An assortment of rainbow cupcakes and pastries of various sizes, some with visible filling in different colors, spread across the inside.

Tex’s gaze snapped to mine, a smirk reaching his eyes. “I was up early this morning, so I stopped at the queer bakery on Mill Avenue. You know, Queer Confections?”

“Yeah?” I eyed the cupcake. Probably too much sugar this early in the morning. I’d heard about this bakery, but had never been inside.

“We played hard last night, and we deserve a treat, since most of us didn’t hit the gay bar last night.” With a stuttered snicker, Malik tagged my shoulder. “Dirty dancing, huh?”

As I stepped to our Keurig coffee maker, I cringed. Of course, Casey had told them everything already. “Yeah, it was fun.” I set a mug onto the drip tray, loaded a pod into it, and hit the brew button.

The machine groaned, and coffee poured into my cup.

“Are you a fan of the gay bar now?” Tex bit into his pastry.

“It’s all right. I don’t think I’ll be going back anytime soon, though.” As the coffee stream ended, I moved my cup to the counter and poured creamer into it, then stirred with the spoon already laid out on a folded paper towel.

“Why not?” Casey pulled the wrapper off a cupcake and bit into it. “Oh, my fucking God, try this.” He padded to me and held it to my mouth.

I balked. “A little early for so much sugar, don’t you think?” The scent of sugar and buttery frosting drifted into my nose. It smelled heavenly.

“Don’t be such a prude. Eat it.” Casey shoved it closer.

“Fine.” Holding his hand steady, I tipped my head and bit into it. The flavor of bitter chocolate mixed with sugary butter to explode in my mouth. “Fuck.” I licked the crumbs from my lips. “That’s so good.” As I sipped my coffee, the flavors mixed perfectly.

“Told ya.” Casey beamed at me.

“Has your new boyfriend sent you a good morning text yet?” Tex wagged his brows and bit into a long pastry. White filling oozed from the end, and he licked it off.

“I don’t know. I haven’t looked.” In fact, I’d left my phone in my room. Holden wouldn’t text me this morning, anyway. We weren’t boyfriends. We weren’t even close. I probably should never jerk off to his image again. That was a bad move on my part, but I’d barely been awake.

Casey hurried down the hall, his hand striking the corner of the wall as he passed.

“What are you doing?” Damn it, he was getting my phone. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Can you all let me have my coffee first?” They were all high on caffeine and sugar already. I drank my coffee. What should I tell them? Lie and say I had a text? What if they wanted to see it?

With a mischievous grin, Casey strode to me with my phone and held it out. “Here. Let’s see how much of an impression you made on this guy.”

I swallowed hard as I snatched my phone from him. If I mentioned there was no text, then they’d feel sorry for me and start this shit about meeting a guy all over again. If I told them I got a text, maybe they’d leave me alone? “Hang on a minute. The coffee’s working.”