CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Ashton
The Avalanche are struggling without their bad-boy quarterback, Ashton Carmichael.
We spent the next two weeks a whole hell of a lot like we spent that one night. I coached with Beau. Afterward Beau, Kenny, and I would go to dinner, but we started switching things up a bit. Sometimes we had pizza, other times Mexican or burgers and fries. I was eating like shit, but Beau and I started jogging in the mornings together too. I’d meet him at the park, or go there with him if we spent the night together, and we’d run before he went to work and I went and ate an éclair with his mom.
It was…weirdly comfortable, domesticated, and for the first time in years, I felt like I had family. Kenny was great, and Beau’s mom treated me like she did Beau and Kenny. Being around them, especially Beau, felt different than being with anyone else. As far back as I could remember, even before I played professional football, it always felt like people wanted something from me. They let me get away with shit I shouldn’t have gotten away with or treated me like I was something special. I knew I’d taken advantage of that at times and knew part of it came not only from the way I played, but from the confidence I feigned. Beau hadn’t let me get away with shit in high school, and he still didn’t now. He… Fuck, it felt like he saw me, the real me, when no one else took the time to look.
Beau spent most of his nights in my bed. The day after he gave me that first blowjob, I’d ordered new furniture for my parents’ old room. We now stayed in the master room with a king-size bed, even though I was plastered all over him most of the time. I was obsessed with his body, with the way he felt, the masculinity of him and feeling him against me. There were days when I just touched him everywhere, looked at him, learned his body. I hadn’t stuck anything inside him yet, but I wanted to. Fuck, did I want to.
I’d also never had so many blowjobs in my life. We ended most days with my dick in Beau’s mouth; either that, or rubbing off on each other. Everything about him was addictive, and when it was just us, it was easy to pretend I was out, that I felt comfortable in my skin.
I glanced at the kitchen clock, saw it was later than it usually was when I heard from Beau. He’d worked today, but we didn’t have practice or a game. My stomach was growling, though, and I was definitely ready to get some food, so I called him up, and when he answered I asked, “What are you bringing me for dinner? I’m hungry, Cranky Campbell.”
“All you want me for is to bring you dinner, huh?” he asked playfully.
“Well, duh. You sort of spoil me, and I like it.”
He laughed. “It might be late tonight. I was about to call you. I just got off the phone with Linc. He’s feeling neglected. I promised him dinner at Fever Pitch tonight.”
Well, shit. Now I was feeling neglected, and yeah, I knew that was fucking crazy. Beau and I were together every damn day, and obviously, we had to have a life outside of each other, but I kind of liked my private life with him.
“You wanna go?” he asked.
“What? No. That’s stupid. Not going out with you guys, being all butt-hurt and crashing your bestie night.”
“It cracks me up to hear you say things like bestie night.”
“I would only say that to you.” There were a lot of things I only felt comfortable doing or saying around Beau, which again, was crazy. Did I think the word bestie was too gay to say in front of others? That made it sound like there was something wrong with being gay, and there wasn’t. I actually quite liked being gay when I was doing it with Beau. It was the whole outside-world thing that stressed me out.
“You wouldn’t be crashing it. Linc would love having you there, but being honest, he would likely start to wonder why you were there. I don’t mind, but…”
Me. He knew I would mind. “Go have fun with your friend. I’ll see what Wyatt is up to. And stop being weird. You never coddle me.”
“Nope, not me. I don’t bring you dinner every night we don’t go out with Kenny…or end each evening with your dick in my mouth.”
“Hey! I told you I’d try it with you, but you said you liked sucking my dick. I mean, it’s a good dick, Campbell. It’s a different kind of coddling than you usually do.”
I didn’t have to see him to know he rolled his eyes at me. “I don’t know how I put up with you,” he replied playfully. “And it is a good dick. I do like sucking it.”
“Like or love?”
“I’m going now.”
“Wait! Campbell. I mean, like is just okay. I’m not sure I’m comfortable with just being okay. You should love sucking my cock.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
And since it was Beau, he of course really did hang up on me. The thing was, I was pretty sure I’d more than like sucking Beau off. I’d love it.
Fucking Beau.
I went to the kitchen and scoured the fridge and pantry. I truly didn’t have anything to eat, and I shouldn’t sit in the house all night. Wyatt had been one of my best friends in high school. I shouldn’t dread calling him, and I hated that I did. It was like I thought he’d take one look at me and know I thought about sucking Beau’s dick. But then, I’d felt weird with him before the whole dick-sucking thing too.
Taking a deep breath, I made the call, and he was quick to agree to dinner. I wasn’t going anywhere on Fever Street, so we met up at a bar Wyatt liked.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?” he asked when I arrived, and I adjusted the cap on my head before replying.
“Not bad. How about yourself?”
“Is that Beau’s hat?”
Oh shit. How in the fuck did he know I was wearing Beau’s baseball cap? Okay, dumb question. Surely it had to do with the whole Fever Falls Fire Department logo on it. “Um…yeah…I…”
“You’re coaching with him, right?”
I let out a heavy breath. That was the most logical excuse. I probably should have thought about it myself. “I am. It’s great. Everyone has been great about keeping it under wraps, not wanting the publicity. Kenny and the other guys, they love to play so much. It’s a pure love of the game too. It’s not about winning or popularity. They’re just proud to be out there. It’s refreshing.”
And it was. It was my favorite part of working with them.
“It’s nice of you to do it, but man, I’d go a little crazy without the wanting-to-win part. The Ashton I remember would too.”
He was right about that, but things were different now. “I can see why you’d say that but…I can’t explain it. You should come and watch them play sometime. It’s an incredible experience.”
His brows pulled together as though he hadn’t expected me to say that. It was a far cry from professional football, and I wondered briefly if I should like it as much as I did.
He said, “Yeah, maybe I will.”
I wanted him to, I realized. It wasn’t that Wyatt was a bad guy. He was a good person, but I just didn’t know how to be myself around him; if he would accept who I was, if he truly saw me as Ash his old friend or if he saw me as Ashton Carmichael, quarterback for the Avalanche.
We had a good conversation after that. I drank my sweet tea while he had a beer, and we laughed over old times and crazy shit we used to do. It wasn’t long into the evening before I felt glad I’d come.
“Do you remember Shannon?” he asked.
“Beau’s high school girlfriend?” Which was weird as shit to say or think. The thought of Beau with a woman didn’t compute. Not the Beau I knew now.
“Yeah. She’s good friends with Holly. We’re having her over for dinner next week, and Holly was wondering if maybe you wanted to come too.”
No…no, I didn’t. No good could come of this. “Are you trying to set me up with her?”
Wyatt held his hands up and laughed. “No, it’s Holly, I swear. I just promised I’d ask. I’ll tell her you said no, but this way I don’t get in trouble for not asking.” He winked.
What would he say if I told him I couldn’t be interested in Shannon? In any woman? What if I told him it was Beau I wanted? “Look at you, Wyatt the matchmaker,” I teased, hoping to play it off and change the subject.
“Holy shit! Are you Ashton Carmichael?” a guy said from over my shoulder.
“Fuck!” another guy said.
And just like that, the calm of my evening was over.
Cranky Campbell: Linc insisted on Netflix after dinner. Apparently, he’s having issues with a guy he hooked up with who wants more.
I felt for Lincoln, I did, but I also wanted to strangle him because I’d been hoping Beau would come over after dinner. Lincoln was used to fucking around with guys. I was new to it, damn it. Couldn’t he figure it out on his own?
I didn’t say that, of course. Instead, I texted back: Eh. You’re getting a little too clingy anyway. I need a break from you.
Cranky Campbell: Whatever you have to tell yourself. I know you’ll miss me.
I would. Damn him.
Me: Ugh, I hate you.
Cranky Campbell: ;)
Now I was bored as shit and knew Beau wouldn’t be coming over.
So…I paced around, thought about how much it sucked that Beau wouldn’t be coming all over my stomach tonight, or me on his, it really didn’t matter which. If he wasn’t swallowing my load, I really liked when we came together, our bodies sticky, his jizz all over me and mine on him.
It wasn’t long before I realized there wasn’t one single part of me that wanted to be alone tonight.
But then…there had been something I’d been thinking about…
No time like the present, right?
I stripped, grabbed my laptop, climbed into bed, and found some gay porn. The urge had been increasing in me the past two weeks…to see two men together. Beau was always so confident in bed. I’d spent my life pretending I was confident there, but I truly wanted to be with Beau.
Okay…I could do this. I wanted to do this. I mean, it would help when Beau and I took it to the next level. The last thing I wanted was to always feel like he had to walk me through everything.
After signing up, I scrolled through the videos: twinks…I wasn’t sure that was my thing…guys in business suits, app hookups, delivery guys, blah, blah, blah…firefighters? My cock twitched. I sat forward. Okay, I could get down with that.
As though someone could see me, I looked around the room as the video started to play. A guy walked into a locker room, wearing the yellow firefighter pants without a shirt. Ridiculously, I wondered if Beau ever walked around like that, because it was hot as fuck.
He stripped out of his gear, then went to the shower, where there was another man. They kept looking over at each other, which yeah, I admit was a little cheesy, but the looking led to touching, which led to sucking cock, which wasn’t cheesy at all.
I wrapped my hand around my own dick, pumped it up and down, riveted by the scene in front of me.
And then…oh shit. I leaned in, watched as they moved to a bench in the locker room. The fireman bent over it, the other guy spreading his ass cheeks wide, then diving in, licking and sucking, making the fireman writhe and whimper. His eyes rolled back in his head. There was hair in his crack, but the other guy didn’t seem to mind. He told him how good he tasted, how tight he was, pushed his tongue in…and I licked my lips and stroked faster.
I gripped my balls, thought about Beau, about eating him out that way, about my tongue in that most intimate place on him. Would he call out my name? What would he taste like…feel like…
I wanted to devour him, to pleasure him, to make him fly the way he did with his mouth on my cock. I’d suck him too, wanted to know what it felt like to have his dick on my tongue, but it was when my balls tightened and I shot my load all over the keyboard, probably fucking up my computer and not giving a shit, that I realized how much I wanted inside him, wanted to experience everything with Beau Campbell.