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Luke

C ody snorts as I slip on the stray bar of soap in the showers. “Figures that you’d be the one successful football player who also manages to be a clumsy troll.”

I usually ignore him, but I’ve been ignoring him for weeks now, and I’m fucking sick of it. I’ve done nothing to deserve this kind of treatment. Even though I would have been well justified to treat him back in kind, I haven’t. I’ve remained friendly with him, as much as I can be given how hostile Cody is.

This time, though, it’s one nasty comment too many.

I slam my hands down on the top of the low shower wall. “What the fuck, Cody! What the HELL is your problem with me?”

Cody just sneers at me without responding. I don’t miss how his eyes flick down my body at the question. Is he… attracted to me? I never would have guessed as much, given that he’s been so awful to me, but there is clear desire in his eyes.

I guess I’ve been so focused on his words that I haven’t really taken in his body language. My eyes wander to his cock, which is filling slowly under my gaze.

I wonder… What would it be like to act on what I’m thinking? I haven’t had many thoughts of being physical with Cody since that first time I saw him—ever since he opened his mouth, things started to go downhill. However, maybe a bit of sex would loosen him up.

Without warning, I go to my knees and look up at him in question. He nods down at me and closes his eyes. I take Cody’s rapidly hardening cock into my mouth.

I start moving up and down, half-expecting him to change his mind at any moment.

He doesn’t. He groans and falls back against the shower wall, thrusting his hips forward, sending his cock to hit the back of my throat.

Well, this is going well so far. Cody’s cock is quickly coming to full hardness, and it’s bigger than I expected. It fills my entire mouth, stretching me and making me drool slightly. I can’t help but wonder what this cock would feel like inside me.

I moan around him, which seems to drive Cody wild. He grabs my hair and starts thrusting, fucking my face. I’m hardly one to complain. It’s so hot watching him lose control like this that I question why I haven’t done this before now. He is so beautiful, like an icy god, with his long leanly muscled pale torso and his white blonde hair and icy blue eyes.

“Gonna come,” Cody gasps, giving me a chance to pull off if I want to.

I keep my mouth fastened firmly around his cock and moments later, Cody is coming down my throat. I swallow, managing to get most of it, with only a few dribbles going down my cheeks and chin.

Cody’s knees give out and he sinks to the shower floor, panting. He doesn’t stay recovering for long.

I gasp as his hand reaches for my cock. It’s hard and leaking already, and I surge into his grip. Cody gives me a few firm strokes before crawling over me and bringing his mouth down over my cock.

His mouth on my cock feels like divine heaven, and my hands go automatically to his hair, guiding him further down. Cody doesn’t protest as I start fucking his face with abandon.

He moans around my cock and swirls his tongue around the head, which just about makes me lose my grip on reality.

It’s been a while since I had sex and I can feel it in every stroke. I’d forgotten how good this could be, especially with someone as attractive as Cody. I look down at his messy blonde head bobbing on my cock. I see his long golden eyelashes flicker over his eyes that are closed in concentration and his mouth stretched around my cock.

“Cody, I’m coming!” I warn him, with barely a moment to spare. Cody nods slightly and keeps going. I like that he doesn’t pull away. Seconds later, I come so hard I nearly black out. I fall back against the cold shower tiles, but I don’t care about that. All I care about is the acute, overwhelming pleasure of Cody’s mouth on my cock.

He continues sucking me off until I have to push him weakly away as my cock becomes oversensitive.

I lay there for a few moments, completely dazed.

Cody doesn’t give me time to recover my senses. He gets up and leaves.

What a dick. The least he could do is stay and talk for a few minutes. We’ve just exchanged blowjobs, after all. I’m not expecting him to cuddle, but at the very least we could try to resolve our differences. Now seems an appropriate time.

Apparently, Cody disagrees.

Anger and resentment well up within me. What the fuck is he playing at? It’s one thing messing with me with words, but this is more than that. Who just gives a blowjob and then walks away as if nothing happens?

It’s not as if we’re strangers in a bar who can afford to just walk away like nothing happened. We work together. This could have been a real chance to start things over between us, but now Cody has made sure that’s not going to happen.

I shower quicky and go to the changing room, to find Cody already gone. Good riddance. I don’t want to talk to him anyway.

If I thought what we shared would mark a change in Cody’s attitude, I was dead wrong. The next day, he goes back to treating me like shit and pretending like the blowjobs never happened.

This time, I’m not able to be as mature about it as I was before. I find myself sniping back at Cody, and more than once, Brandon has to break up arguments between us over stupid things. I know we’re both being immature, but if he’d just stop, I’d stop as well.

This goes on for well over a week and shows no sign of improving as our next game comes up.

The day before the game, Brandon sits Cody and me down in his office.

“Look, guys. It’s been weeks, and things are only getting worse between you. I don’t know what’s up, and I get that you don’t want to tell me, but we’re playing tomorrow and you’re going to need to work this out before then. I’m going to leave, and I don’t want either of you to exit this office until you’ve cleared the air between you.”

“But Brandon—”

“No buts, Luke. This isn’t negotiable.”

Brandon gets up and leaves, closing the door slightly harder than strictly necessary behind him.

I round on Cody. “Well? Are you finally going to tell me what your problem is with me?”

“I already said,” Cody mutters, not meeting my furious gaze. “I just don’t like you. Not everyone has to like everyone else, you know.”

“If you dislike me so much then why did you let me blow you? More to the point, why did you return the favor?”

Cody blushes but doesn’t say anything. He simply glares at the floor.

“Seriously? You don’t have anything to say?”

“My personal stuff is none of your business?”

“You’re really going with that? You’ve MADE it my business! Why do you have to be so infuriating?”

“Why do you have to be so—”

Cody cuts himself off abruptly.

“So what? What, Cody?”

“Whatever. I’m out of here.”

“Brandon will—”

“I’ll deal with Brandon. Don’t worry, I’ll tell him you did your duty, trying to make things right with me.” Cody’s tone softens slightly. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”

On that note, he turns and walks out, leaving me slightly taken aback. If he’s willing to admit that he’s the one at fault here, surely he should be willing to change his behavior? Apparently he isn’t, because when I stick my head out of the office door, Cody is already gone.

Well, he’s just going to have to explain himself to Brandon. Like he said, I tried. He threw my attempts back in my face.

Thankfully, Brandon doesn’t try to force another reconciliation between us before the game.

Unfortunately, it turns out that perhaps he should have.

Cody and I are so busy sniping at each other that when the ball comes in our direction, neither of us see it.

The opposing team takes it easily and scores with it.

“Cody, Luke! Stop arguing and pay attention!” Brandon bellows.

Cody and I give each other one departing glare before moving to opposite ends of the field.

Things don’t get better. In fact, they only get worse. Neither Cody nor I can seem to control ourselves. Everything he does is just so intensely irritating, even when he’s not being actively hostile toward me (which admittedly isn’t often).

In the end, we lose the game. The rest of the team gives us betrayed looks and I feel guilt squirm in my stomach. We lost because of Cody and me, and everyone knows it.

Brandon gives us a disgusted look. “We’ll talk about this later. The rest of you, well played. You did really well. Don’t worry about the loss, we’ll hit our stride once we resolve the… personal issues.”

Thankfully, Brandon doesn’t decide to reprimand Cody and me right now. I suppose he’s giving himself time to come up with a good speech… or he’s deciding which one of us to kick off the team. it had better be Cody. He was the one who started all of this nonsense in the first place. If not for him, we would have won that game.

I stomp through to the showers, aggravated to see Cody already there. I turn my back so that I don’t have to look at his stupidly toned abs as I shower.

We normally hang out as a team after winning or losing a game, but I have the feeling that the rest of the team isn’t going to want to have anything to do with Cody or me just now, so I go home alone, cursing Cody Miller and wishing that I’d never met the guy.