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Caleb

I get up earlier than Nick, as usual. The guy always has a difficult time getting up in the morning, which was why turning his phone alarms off was the best prank—I barely had to do anything. He’d probably sleep through most mornings if he could.

The team’s probably already having breakfast downstairs, so I head to the bathroom to freshen up and change my clothes. Nick’s alarm is going off when I step back out to the room, and in classic Nick fashion, he turns it off and goes right back to sleep.

I throw my pillow at him, ignoring the disgruntled sound he makes. “Nicky, get up. We need to eat breakfast before the bus leaves.”

“Five more minutes.”

“No, get up. Everyone’s probably eating already, and you haven’t packed your shit.”

“Caleeeb,” he whines, pulling his blanket down just enough so he can peer at me with sleepy eyes.

Though I also note that the bruise on his cheekbone has turned into a slightly darker shade and looks so much worse now. It makes me wince.

“Get up,” I say. “Morgan’s going to kill me if you miss the bus.”

He turns away from me and grumbles, “Since when have you cared about what Rhys thinks?”

“He won’t let me room with you again on away games if we’re late.”

Nick makes a noncommittal sound, then after only a few seconds, I realize he’s fallen back to sleep. That easily.

“Nicky! Get up!” I smack him with a pillow, and he only scoots away from me. Then I get a brilliant idea. “If you get up and get ready, I’ll jerk you off once we get back to the dorm.”

His shoulders go stiff, then he slowly turns to me and blinks. Nick’s much more awake now, a blush creeping up his neck, and he swallows. “What?”

“You heard me.”

His hesitation would offend me if I wasn’t so sure he wants another round. The sounds he made last night when he came, and how he held me tight, is how I know he’d want it again. Call me cocky, but I know he can’t resist me.

“I…” He blinks at me and worries his lower lip. “What if…”

“What?”

“What if”—his voice is barely a whisper, and I strain to hear his words—“you do the other thing you offered to do last night, instead?”

“Huh?” I stop myself from wheezing. Why’s he so fucking cute? “You mean blow you?”

Last night, even if he said he wanted that, I could tell he was having second thoughts when it was actually going to happen. Not sure what that was about, but it looks like he’s ready to try again, and who am I to say no? I might just be obsessed with him by this point.

Sue me, he’s hot.

Nick’s face flares and he nods slowly, and I resist the urge to jump him then and there.

I hold his gaze and smirk. “Fine. Go get ready.”

He scrambles to the bathroom, grinning so widely that it does something silly to my heart. Nick gets ready in record time, and I watch him as he quickly pulls his shoes on and hikes his bag over his shoulder.

Then he turns to me and gives me a wide, pleased smile.

I snort. How can I not call him a good boy when he acts like a puppy preening for compliments?

“Your face looks bad, by the way,” I tell him instead, putting a finger under his chin and tilting it sideways to get a better look at him. Then my eyes drift to his neck, where there are small, purplish hickeys. Oops.

He shrugs and opens the door, stepping outside. “It’s fine.”

“Nicky, wait—”

“Sandoval!” Schultz calls from down the hallway. “You look awful!”

Schultz puts his arm around Nick’s neck and ruffles his hair, even if Nick tries to pull away.

“Let’s go downstairs before Morgan throws a fit at us being late again,” Schultz says. “So proud of you—baby’s first fight. What did that guy even say to you?”

Even if he’s teasing, hearing Schultz call Nick baby annoys me.

Look at that… seems like Nick’s not the only one with a possessive streak.

I follow them to the elevator where Schultz talks and talks like he usually does, trying to pry information out of Nick, but Nick expertly dodges his questions.

All the way to the hotel’s dining room, I have to listen to Schultz badger Nick. I love the guy, but I’m close to accidentally elbowing his side.

“You’re late!” Rhys says when we finally get there, because of course he does. The team’s scattered across several tables. My uncle, who’s seated with the assistant coaches and some of the other staff, nods in our direction.

We pile food onto our plates and Nick cracks a smile when he sees there’s chocolate syrup to go with the waffles. I’m the last one to reach the table, and surprisingly, Rhys moves his plate and drink across the table and transfers next to Schultz to leave the seat next to Nick… for me?

Huh. Well, all right.

Schultz still hasn’t given up on trying to get answers out of Nick. He points a fork at Nick and says, “You really won’t tell us what he said?”

“Nope.” Nick shovels a bite of food into his mouth. “Stop asking.”

“Yeah but look at your face. He did a number on you.”

“The other guy looks worse,” Rhys says.

Schultz continues talking. “There are even bruises on your neck… how did that happen?”

I choke on my food.

Nick slides my glass of water to me and frowns at Schultz. “What are you talking about?”

“Your neck.” Schultz cranes his own neck and points at it. “You’ve got bruises on it.” Then he peers closer, leaning over the table. “Wait, are those hickeys? Did you two sneak out last night to get lucky!?”

“Shut up before my uncle hears you.” I kick him under the table, and he hisses, sitting back down.

Nick, who’s finally caught on, adjusts the collar of his jacket as if that would do anything. He stays silent, but an intense blush spreads across his face, and he scrambles to finish his food.

Sulking, Schultz asks, “Why didn’t you bring us along?”

“Shut up right now,” I hiss at him.

A stifled snort catches my attention. When I look over at Rhys, he’s got his face in his hands and his shoulders are shaking in silent laughter.

***

The moment we make it back to our dorm, Nick immediately asks, “Why didn’t you tell me what my neck looked like?”

“Tried to, but you rushed out of the room. Why didn’t you see it when you were in the bathroom, in front of a mirror?”

“I wasn’t paying attention! You were rushing me.”

“I don’t know. I think my way of getting you to hurry the hell up was brilliant.”

He narrows his eyes at me and turns away, dumping his bag on the floor. Snickering, I let him stew in his frustration, though I don’t miss how he keeps stealing glances at me as if he has something to say.

I can tell that our deal is on his mind.

“You got something you want to ask, Nicky?” I taunt, kicking my shoes off and removing my jacket.

He says, stubbornly, “No.”

I grin when he steals another look at me, his gaze dropping to my mouth. He’s being so damn transparent but, again, refuses to speak up—and it makes me want to tease the hell out of him. I step closer to him and get all up in his space, and he flusters and backs away a bit.

“You sure?” I lightly graze my knuckles against the front of his pants, and he sucks in a breath.

His eyes flutter and he swallows. Nick mumbles, “Why are you always teasing me?”

“Because it’s so much fun,” I say with a laugh, then decide to stop torturing him and push him until he’s sitting on the edge of his bed. Grinning at him, I drop to my knees.

Nick clenches his hands. “Caleb,” he murmurs.

“You want this?” I ask. When he nods, I add, “You weren’t cool with this last night, so are you sure now?”

“It’s not that I didn’t want it last night,” he admits, voice hoarse. “I just wanted something else more.”

Confused, my eyebrows furrow together. “What did you want more?”

“You were too far from me, and I didn’t want to do it that way… uh, the first time.”

“Your first time with a guy?”

“My first time with you.”

Startled, I blink at him. I wonder if Nick even realizes how romantic he sounds sometimes. A grin spreads across my face. “And you’re okay with me sucking your dick now that we’ve made each other come once?”

“Jesus,” he grumbles, scrubbing a hand over his face. He flusters so fucking easily and it’s endearing. “ Yes, Caleb.”

“Well, then.” I grab the front of his shirt and yank him closer, smashing our mouths together. He makes a surprised noise against me, then relaxes and kisses me back with the same intensity that I give him. He seems more confident now that we’ve made out a few times.

His long fingers wrap around the base of my head, and he holds me firmly against him, and when I pull away, he chases after my lips and whines.

God, I’m going to grow a complex about how this guy makes me feel so wanted.

I hold his gaze as I tug at his shirt. “Take this off.”

He doesn’t hesitate to pull his shirt off, giving me the most magnificent view of his hard chest and gorgeous abs. I’m pretty sure my mouth waters.

He nudges me to take my shirt off too, and I do, and his gaze immediately drops to my nipple piercings. Nick seemed disappointed last night when I didn’t have them, so I put them back on this morning. He’s always seemed obsessed with them, even before we started this whole thing. I’ve caught him staring at them many times.

Nick holds my jaw firmly and then he leans down to kiss me with a hunger that I match, his other hand trailing down and playing with my nipple ring. I hiss against his mouth and that only spurs him on, and he smiles against my mouth and fiddles with my piercing even more, his thumb brushing over it again and again.

And yeah—he’s been wanting to do this, clearly. I can’t complain, though. It feels amazing, sending electricity shooting through me.

Fuck, I’m getting distracted. I remind myself we have a deal and break the kiss, unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out. It glistens with precum and Nick shudders when I wrap my fingers around at it.

I glance at him, gauging where his head’s at. This time around, Nick doesn’t look as if he’s about to panic. He stares back at me, his cheeks red, and licks his lips. Smirking, I put my hands on his thighs and spread them apart before leaning down and running my tongue along his length. I suck him deep and his dick twitches in my mouth.

He tastes so good. Nick’s hands fly to my hair, and he groans what sounds like my name. I breathe through my nose and swallow him to the base, fondling with his balls, and Nick curses.

Yeah. I give amazing head, thank you very much. I bob up and down, slowly at first, and he tenses as his breaths became more labored.

“Fuck,” he groans, combing his fingers through my hair. It’s such a tender thing to do and totally at odds with what we’re doing, but surprisingly, I like it.

My jaw straining, I quicken my pace a bit, and Nick grunts and rocks up, hitting my throat. It takes me by surprise, and I blink rapidly, my eyes watering.

“S-sorry,” he stammers.

I shake my head and pull off him, wiping away drool from my chin. “Fuck my mouth, golden boy.”

“God, Caleb,” he hisses. I wrap my mouth around him once more and he still fights for control, refusing to move even if I already gave him permission. I glare at him and smack him on the leg to encourage him.

He grits his teeth, and his hand tightens in my hair, and a moment of hesitation passes before he thrusts up to my mouth again. This time, I’m prepared for it, and I nod at him to continue.

Nick finally lets go, even if slowly at first—he rocks up to my mouth as I suck him, and soon enough, he moves more forcibly. He removes his hands from my hair, and it falls to the edge of the mattress, and he uses that as leverage to not fall over as he thrusts into my mouth. I grip his thighs and suck him as deep as I can, listening to all the dirty sounds coming out of him.

Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts. I can’t wait any longer, so I scramble to free my dick, and Nick doesn’t even seem to notice with how tight he has his eyes closed. I jerk myself off as he fucks my mouth, savoring his taste, also thrilled at how he’s losing the control he’s so damn obsessed with.

He groans. “You feel—so good.”

Yes. More.

With the hand I’m using not to jerk off, I cup his balls and squeeze him lightly, and he hisses.

Nick’s entire body stiffens, and he comes with a loud groan, his cum spilling into my mouth. I work him through it and remind myself to swallow, though I’m also dazed and unfocused as I jerk myself off. Nick slackens, and he puts a hand on my cheek, gently trying to pull me off, and I do.

“Caleb?” he asks hoarsely when I bury my face against his leg. “Are you—” he cuts himself off.

I nod against him anyway, not trusting myself to speak, and Nick holds me by the jaw and forces me to look at him. His gaze darkens, and he watches my face as I stroke myself, and I see a hint of a smile before he presses our lips together.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says before he nibbles on my lower lip. Hearing him curse pushes me to the edge even faster. “You close?”

“Yes,” I grunt.

“Come for me,” he commands softly as he brushes a thumb over my lower lip.

That does it.

“Fuuuck,” I groan, spilling all over my hand and making a mess. Breathing heavily, I collapse against him, boneless. I lie there for a minute, catching my breath and vaguely aware of how Nick cards his fingers through my hair.

When I finally pull away and meet his stare, Nick’s eyes flicker with amusement.

“I guess you’re a good boy, too,” he teases, and I choke out a laugh and punch him lightly on the arm.