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Hooking the Hockey Player Ch. 02

I write in fits and starts, my longer paid projects receiving top priority during the day so this remains a sleepless night activity. I do have the whole series mapped out: currently with around 7 chapters in all. I appreciate the kindness that I received for the first chapter and hope you continue to enjoy. Again, everyone is above 18 and the characters are male. Thanks, Artie.



The next day, I pulled into the parking lot as the bell announced classes were in session. I was never late to school, my two modes were early or not coming. If you were late, there wasn't a crowd to blend in with and I was all about blending in. I had woken up with plenty of time to spare but I had been waylaid in the shower, too busy trying to relieve the constant agonizing pressure in my dick to leave even close to on time. The spray of the shower and my cool spicy shower gel combined with my hand were serviceable but not what I craved. I only wanted to jerk off if I was on my knees in front of Owen with my lips wrapped around the base of his dick. I wanted my nose against his pubes breathing in the heady scent of man. I wanted my jaw to stretch around his girth and to please him. I wanted his hot cum on my tongue. I wanted him.

I had wanted him yesterday. I had gone home and had to eat dinner with my parents. Of course, I had rubbed one out at school before seeing them as being achingly hard at the dinner table did nothing for me. I doubt they would have noticed if I had been sporting wood. My parents were tragically, woefully self-involved. They were kind and provided a nice stable life with everything we needed and a few luxuries but were not emotionally available to me or to each other. My mother was a beautiful woman with hair like sunshine but she never truly looked happy, even when smiling her face looked strained. She worked as a corporate lawyer for a big real estate firm, she was more than competent but her job carried over into her family life. If she was home for dinners, a manila folder was almost always her center of attention. My father was a math professor, he could point out errors in theory from fifty paces but when it came to noticing something was wrong with his son, he was hopeless.

If one of them ever noticed a bruise or cut from a fight, they were easy to dissuade. I'm sure they thought their son was just the clumsiest man, for all the times I tripped over a root on the cross country course. How would they know that I was surefooted; they had never come to a race.

Despite our lack of communication, I knew that my parents would probably be okay with me being gay. But okay was probably the best I could hope for; I don't know if they had the capacity to be excited or happy for me about anything. They weren't the types to be waiting after school with a glass of milk and a cookie but I preferred that.

Vigilant parents would have noticed five years of abuse, of their son drawing into himself but they also would have noticed the change after Owen had kissed me. Five years of self-flagellation and forcing myself to be miserable was torn asunder. I was exuberant, joyful, and even hopeful. I was flitting around the house, if someone who is 6-2 can flit. My first kiss had been magical, so much better than I could have expected or imagined.

This morning when I had woken up, elation had been mixed with caution. The lustful haze had faded and I realized how dangerous my predicament was. I knew next to nothing about Owen Holt, beyond his orgasmic body and his purported skill at hockey; he was a stranger. But he knew more about me than anyone else, he knew I was gay. I wasn't worried about him telling anyone, what could he say that people didn't already think? Of course he could say I assaulted him and I could get beaten up but for all his insistence that he would deal with my bullies, it didn't seem his style. Then again, I couldn't help feeling just a little slutty at making out with someone I had only met hours before and being fully prepared to have him fuck me. Fully prepared for something that I had no experience in: that was what Owen did to me.

The reckless side of my brain wanted him any way I could get him but the rational side reminded me that I needed to be careful. I was in physical danger all the time from the people that Owen would be most closely associated with. But more than that, my emotions could be in trouble as well, I couldn't risk developing any sort of feelings for him. Fucking was fine, feelings were not.

I walked into English class a few minutes late, drawing attention to myself. Diffidently, I murmured an apology to Ms. Campbell as I made my way to my seat. It's strange that despite not having assigned seats everyone just automatically sits where they were the day before. I felt eyes on me but the scrutiny of others was nothing compared to the hot gaze that tracked me. His ice blue eyes wandered a slow perusal up my body, I was glad that I had an excuse for the blush that stained my cheeks. My eyes met Owen's, his lips pursed in a slight smirk one eye brow raised.

He wore a sky blue t-shirt that molded to his physique, and true blue jeans. His hair was pushed away from his face, the slightest hint of stubble emerging from around his lips. He looked manly, confident—way too perfect.

As I slid into my seat he leaned over his clean spicy scent wafting over me, "Thought maybe I scared you off." He was teasing me, I was elated that he clearly wasn't going to deny what happened yesterday.

"Gonna take a lot more than that." I whispered out the corner of my shy smile.

A low chuckle emanated from his chest, "You want a lot more, come and take it." He stretched kicking his legs in front him, the perfect image of being casual. But the position revealed his crotch to me, he was hard. I swallowed, feeling myself swell in the confines of my jeans.

I couldn't tell you what we discussed in English, my only focus was on the bulge in his jeans. At one point Owen reached down and plumped himself, palming his erection. I nearly came. It was torture, sitting just a foot away from him but not being able to touch him. Not being able to kiss and lick and suck on his dick. Not being able to peel away the layers standing in my way. I vowed that when I got my chance, I would tease him back force him to endure the same agony.

When the bell rang he stuck out his hand, I stopped, what did he expect me to do hold hands with him? He rolled his eyes and demanded, "Phone please." I reached into my back pocket to pull out the late model device. He typed for a few seconds before a beep emanated from his pocket. "I'll text you later Summers," he whispered with a smile just for me, his hand lingering as he handed back my phone.

He stood with little evident care that his bulge stood out obscenely, he probably knew that most of the school would fall to their knees in worship if he gave them any miniscule amount of attention. I couldn't blame them; I was just as enraptured.

I was halfway through my German class, reviewing the difference between the accusative and dative case prepositions when I felt my phone vibrate. Mindful of my austere former Eastern Bloc teacher, I surreptitiously slid my phone out.

Owen: Meet me at the student parking lot. We're going off campus for lunch.

Rolling my eyes at his high-handed assumption that I had no plans, I agreed because his assumption was obviously correct even though the thought rankled. I had been waiting for five years for the opportunity to go off campus for lunch, a privilege only extended to the seniors. While my classmates I'm sure had been anticipating being able to eat food worth serving, I had been waiting for a chance to get away from the assholes. Now, I had a whole new reason to be excited.

When the lunch bell tolled, I began my stealth mission. Now I wasn't quite wearing a Gilly suit but I was damn near invisible I was so inconspicuous. I waited in the classroom until I was the last to leave, the crowds were thinning as I slipped through the halls. The student parking lot had been the site of many ass kickings over the years. I didn't want to be seen wandering around the parking lot searching for Owen's car, my usual frenetic sprint to my car wouldn't work and I also really didn't want to be seen getting into Owen's car.

Soft squeals were emitted from tires as cars pealed away from the school, my peers driving recklessly in a fit of joy and desperation. Keeping my head down, I glanced around the lot trying to find Owen. I was debating pulling out my phone and calling him when I heard my name. Glancing around, I found him. In the corner of the lot propped against a black SUV, he looked completely at ease, so at odds from my own precise tactics to get out to the parking lot. He had thrown on a pair of sunglasses, I suppressed a sigh because he had definitely not needed to look cooler—or hotter depending on my perspective.

I crossed the lot to his car, glancing furtively around making sure there were no prying eyes around. Owen's eyes remained on me, humor caused his lips to curl into a bright smile, "Have you finished your perimeter sweep?"

Ugh, he was making fun of me for making sure we were alone? He really did have no idea the danger I was in, that he was in by proxy. I opened my mouth to retort but his lips stopped mine. For a moment, I panicked. We were in the middle of campus, anyone could walk by at any time and then I realized what a good reason to have my ass kicked.

I melted into his kiss, his lips coaxing a soft sigh as our chests touched. His arms twined around my waist, I wanted to let him have anything he wanted but I also wanted to show him I could give as good as I could get. Running the tip of my tongue over hip bottom lip, his mouth opened to me. I took advantage, nibbling on his bottom lip before sliding my tongue along his.

His hands grew firm on my hips and he extricated himself from my arms, his eyes dark with lust, "That was meant to be a kiss hello." He said with humor and exasperation. I was shocked at myself, idiot that I am, going to throw away my years of careful planning over making out in the parking lot. Then again, I wasn't too shocked, anyone who looked at Owen Holt would be willing to do the same.

I brushed a soft kiss over his lips, "Hello Owen." His arms were already trying to slide around me but I slipped by them heading to the passenger's side door, "Where are we going for lunch?" I hid a grin when I heard his low groan from behind me.

Sliding into the seat, I noted that this car had been built large people. My head had plenty of clearance and even the god-like form of Owen seemed to fit comfortably. "I thought maybe we could go to Whole Foods?"

I hadn't been expecting to go to the relatively high end grocery store, more ready for a fatty burger or a burrito but I nodded my assent as he started the car. The radio played softly, some rap music that I never cared to listen to. Halfway through the trip, I gave up trying to not look at Owen. He looked relaxed behind the wheel, a small smile graced his lips as he drove. His wavy dark hair fell over his sunglasses, "Are you gonna keep staring at me?"

Blushing slightly at being caught despite being none too subtle, I answered, "Yeah probably."

"Next time you're going to have to drive, so I can return the favor," I laughed softly but my heart was clenching at the possibility of next time. Would we be going out to lunch more and more? Was this safe for me? Surely the rest of the school would not have chosen Whole Foods as their lunch destination, but risk was inherent every time we were together. Mostly danger to me, but I could also worry about him, I doubted Owen would be as adept at dodging trouble as I am.

Wandering through the aisles of Whole Foods, I saw a salad bar and then a granola bar. I wasn't feeling that healthy, now or ever. I noticed against one wall, exactly what I had been looking for... pizza. Carefully selecting a slice of Margherita pizza, I glanced around the area for Owen.

He wasn't exactly difficult to spot, his large built body was causing quite the scene among the spandex-clad women also around the salad bar. My Pepsi and pizza in hand I found a secluded table. "Healthy meal, Jake?" Owen asked leaning toward me as he sat.

I scoffed at his food, a large salad but nothing that would make a salad worth eating. No bacon, no cheese, no croutons. In the bio-degradable container there was just spinach, cucumbers, carrots, beets and a grilled chicken breast. "I'm not the one training to be a professional athlete."

"Please, you play sports too. You really eat that stuff before you run?"

"It's called carbo-loading. We runners and swimmers do that." Of course we were only supposed to do it the night before a race or meet but he didn't need to know that.

He stopped with a fork full of spinach halfway to his mouth, his eyes suddenly big, "You swim?"

I chuckled at his slack-jawed expression, "Yes."

He dropped his fork back into his salad bowl, "Fuck, all I can do is picture you in those little speedos."

"No need to picture it; I'll model them for you." His eyes met mine, dark with heat, "and I didn't need to depress myself eating that kind of food to get my body." His eyes did a sweep down my body and I felt my cheeks heat under his scrutiny.

"I still eat pizza, sometimes. It's just homemade and high protein," he said cutting up the chicken.

"What would it take for you to eat a bite of this pizza: right here, right now?" I asked, as his eyebrows raised.

He leaned back with his arms crossed over his chest appraisingly, "I'll take a bite if you come home with me after school."

A flush of excitement stole over my cheeks at the prospect of going home with Owen, "You could come to my house, my parents aren't home but you would have to take two bites."

He smiled slowly, leaning across the table lips inches from mine, "Deal." He lips brushed mine before taking a bite of the pizza I had forgotten was still in my hands. What I wouldn't give for him to be lavishing the same attention on me. He savored that pizza, knowing I can watching. I hadn't known how erotic it was to watch someone eat but the teeth of my zipper against my now very hard dick let me know.

With a slightly strangled voice I choked out, "How was it?"

He picked up his fork and speared a cucumber before answer, "I haven't had a greasy slice of pizza in a long time. It was good but I can't let myself eat that way."

"Lemme guess, you drink a raw egg shake in the mornings?"

He grinned but a slight blush bloomed across his cheeks, totally endearingly, "I have before."

My mouth fell open, no one but Rocky Balboa actually did stuff like that. Of course, his body was incredible but who could actually put themselves through that shit, "That's disgusting."

"I needed to build some muscle." He said, deftly cutting through his chicken breast.

I laughed, "Yeah because you're so scrawny." He flashed a smile at me, shaking his head.

"My whole life is hockey, Jake. It's what I'm best at. I missed the draft cut off by three days. I'm lucky in some ways, I get another whole year to get better, bigger, faster before I can enter. Right now I'll probably go fourth overall. I want to be first. I'll go without pizza or soda the rest of my life if I can play."

Owen had never looked hotter, his face was bright with exhilaration. He talked with passion, I could tell that he really did love playing. I would bet good money that his talent had only been helped by his enthusiasm. Stupidly, I felt jealous of hockey for a moment, I wished that he would like me that much. Then I got a grip, tamping down on the feelings I had no right to have. We're just going to hook up I reminded myself. "I bet it would be okay to indulge once in a while."

He chuckled low in his throat, "It was better than okay to eat the pizza today and because of it I fully intend to indulge this afternoon."

My flagging erection was immediately back in full force. I was ready for him to indulge as long as I could too. I could lead a decadent lifestyle, glutting myself on his body, on him. I checked my phone quickly, hoping that there was enough time to get a taste before our lunch break was over.

Whole Foods was well out of the way, the price of Owen getting to eat his all natural, cage free foods; the drive back wouldn't leave us time for much of anything.

The ride back passed in companionable silence, other than the discordant sounds of rap that came from his speakers. As he parked, I quickly unbuckled getting ready to sneak away from the car and do a loop that would make it look as if we had never been together. My hand was reaching for the lock when Owen pulled me to him. Turning my face in shock, our lips met none too gently.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting that," I whispered against his lips.

He kissed me again, long and deep, our tongues dueling, "Just trying to get my fill for now. I'll see you after practice." With a last lingering kiss, he let me go. As I walked away, I accepted it. I wanted more with Owen. I wanted his passion and his body. Shaking my head at my stupidity for wanting more than I deserved and more than I could actually handle, I went to class.

I made it through the rest of the day with little incident. Classes were still in the get-to-know-you stage, with everyone on their best behavior. It would take a few weeks for everyone to actually show who they were.

Running even failed to free me of my thoughts of Owen but they spurned me on faster. I tried to run off my erection every time I thought of him. I was surely on pace for a personal best trying to push the blood to my legs and out of my dick. My energy was boundless but I begrudgingly accepted that maybe Owen had been right about the pizza, my stomach felt like a lead weight.

I ran in anticipation but I couldn't help but wish that time would speed up if I ran faster. Instead time crept by almost in the speed at Matt must see the world in. I lapped him and the rest of the stoners countless times as they sat and toked.

Finally practice was ending, I had never taken a shower at school before but I didn't want to meet Owen sweaty, though I was really okay with us getting sweaty together. Smelling like decades of unwashed teens, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to frequent the room often when I heard voices.

I would recognize their voices anywhere, Kyle Johnson's deep resonance echoed in the confined space. My pulse escalated far higher than it ever did when I was running. Meeting homophobic assholes in the shower was the worst possible outcome. Silently, I wrapped a towel around my waist and slipped from the showers.

Paroxysms of fear ran through me as I tip toed my way from the showers to the stalls. I breathed a soft sigh of relief when I locked the door behind me. Standing in a stall in nothing but a towel with conditioner may seem like a pussy move but this pussy is still alive.

I waited for the team to clear out, they took forever. I didn't hear Owen's voice among the horde as they discussed their preseason workout. Finally, when all had been quiet I unlocked the door and crept from my hideout. The locker room being empty didn't set me completely at ease; I quickly rinsed the drying conditioner out of my hair and roughly toweled off before throwing on my clothes and getting the heck out of dodge.

Running to the parking lot, I found Owen waiting for me. "Sorry practice ran long," the lie slipped out easily. He didn't need to hear about the locker room non-incident.

He smiled easily, "All good. I was just doing an easy skate. Getting myself acquainted with the rink."

"Any good?"

"It's not world class but it's functional," he paused for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice had dropped about an octave, even though I knew he was trying to overdo the seduction, his voice had a direct line to my dick, "I believe I was promised something."
I turned away so he wouldn't see how much he affected me and threw over my shoulder, "Stay close behind me."

Despite my distaste for reckless driving, I drove way too fast. My anticipation wrecking my rationality. I was grateful we hadn't driven together or I would be insisting we pull over to the shoulder. As it were, I got to try and calm myself down so I didn't shoot immediately and embarrass myself with a hair trigger. It didn't work.

Pulling into my driveway, I raced Owen to the door. I had a head start and was faster but I was still pressed into the front door as I tried to unlock it. The hardness of the wood was nothing when I could feel his hardness press against my ass.

I got the door open and would have fallen through it if not for the thick muscular arm wrapped around my waist. His body heat surrounded me as l lead him through the house, his lips on my neck. Half of me wanted to stop and only get as far as the entry way but my soft bed beckoned.

Turning in his arms when we reached my room, I saw his half-lidded eyes reflecting the same lust I felt and sucked his lip into my mouth. My hands roaming underneath the hem of his t-shirt, I could feel his abdomen. Maybe I would get on the raw egg diet if it would get me a body like his. Our lips only separated for a moment as I yanked his t-shirt off. My hands roamed his chest. He was all hard planes, his pecs were full and squared off, with a perfect dusky pink nipple in the center.

As my fingers came up to roll and flick them, his hand dropped down to my ass. His hand hot brands, marking his territory. I arched into his touch, rubbing our dicks together. I broke away from his lips to discover his full jaw, square and masculine. I kissed and licked down his throat as my fingers pulled on his nipples.

When my tongue found the nub, I heard a soft groan. I grinned internally, making it my mission to force as many moans out of him as possible. Softly, I nibbled his nipple before tonguing it to ease the sting. My fingers went to the front of his jeans, the ridge was hot beneath the material. I knelt down before him and unbuttoned his jeans. I was close to hyperventilating I was so excited.

Unzipping him, I pushed his jeans down his thick, muscular thighs. He was left clad in tight red boxer briefs. I closed my mouth around his shaft through the material, Owen was having none of that, pulling the underwear and jeans off in one smooth motion.

I had gone through a lot of lotion watching porn over the years. I know that most guys were priapic monsters of sexual need throughout their pubescent years but believe me my hands were far smoother than any girls. Even with my devotion to gay porn, nothing could compare to seeing Owen's cock for the first time.

I had known he was big, the bulge that pushed out of his jeans had been big but this was mouthwatering. A turgid 9 inches pointing straight up toward his belly button, with a thick vein running along the side. He was cut, the reddened head already glossy with pre-cum. Dark brown hair led down from his defined abs, circling the base of his cock and the tight sac underneath.

I had never touched a dick that wasn't my own, never had a blow job. But I was going to be damned if I wasn't going to give it my all. I reached out taking his cock head into my fist smoothing the natural lube all along the head. A small gasp came when I touched him for the first time, get ready Owen I thought, there's a whole lot more where that came from.

Stroking his cock in smooth strokes with a twisting motion wasn't enough for me, I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to make him lose control. Tentatively I ran the tip of my tongue around the head, lapping at the pre-cum, the slightly bitter taste on his slightly salty musky skin was everything I wanted. When I closed my mouth around the head still stroking, his cock jumped in my mouth. I sucked gently, while figuring out a rhythm with my mouth, bobbing my head around his shaft. Stimulating the underside of his cock with my tongue, I worked my way further down his dick.

The head of his cock hit the back of my throat but I was ready, swallowing around the sensation, I tried to push deeper. His big cock filling my mouth. Longer strokes with my mouth meant my hands moved to his balls, kneading them and molding them with my hands. "Oh fuck," Owen breathed.

Triumph filled me, my unsure movements became steadier. I threw myself onto his dick, swallowing and humming my enjoyment as pre-cum leaked from his dick. I felt his cock swell even further, my mouth stretching around it.

"Jake. Fuck Jake. I'm going to cum," he moaned out in warning but I sped up my mouth and increased the pressure from my sucking. He came in a hoarse shout, the first rope hitting the back of my throat. The salty, bitter liquid filled my mouth as I drank greedily feeling mighty proud of myself. I, Jake Summers, had just sucked off Owen Holt.

I gently cleaned off his cock and then pushed myself back to standing. I was still clothed but the naked body of Owen Holt was more than impressive. He was so masculine, so virile. His chest, arms, legs were covered in brown hair. His cock hadn't deflated, even after shooting his load.

"I thought I was going to indulge?" Owen said as he stepped toward me. He may have let me suck him off, but he was totally in control as he pulled me in. His tongue plundered my mouth as his hands quickly divested me of my shirt and jeans. I was left in my compression shorts, my dick hard enough to cut rocks.

"Turn around," he gritted out his look setting me ablaze. One hand went to my ass, the other fondled my dick. Stroking it lightly, the teasing strokes were maddening.

"Bend over and take your underwear off," fuck, his voice was everything. If he was going to torture me, I could do the same. With every ounce of grace and patience I possessed, I bent slowly and teasingly revealed my ass to him.
"Your ass is fucking perfect," Owen said when I finally stood naked in front of him. He pushed me towards the bed. To keep from falling, I ended up on my hands and knees. I felt him pry my cheeks apart, I blushed slightly feeling exposed. The swipe of his tongue against my hole had me bucking forward. He held me steady and his tongue darted around my ass, igniting nerves I hadn't known were there.

I melted into the mattress, letting the bedding absorb my cries of pleasure. His mouth moved to my balls, the warmth of his mouth felt heavenly but only distracted me slightly from the blunt feeling of his finger prodding at my ass.

"Owen, I've never done this before." I felt him falter for a moment, but he resumed sucking gently on my balls.

His finger slipped in past the ring of muscle, it burned slightly but my body jerked in pleasure. His other hand came up to my dick and began slowly stroking me in time to the thrusts of his finger. My ass began to open up as he twisted his finger. I began moaning anew, as he added a second finger. When his fingers found my prostate, my head jerked off the mattress, "there, right there Owen." His lips came off my balls as he chuckled.

His strokes were no longer long, and slow but short jabs that concentrated over that bundle of nerves. His hand on my dick sped up too and I was done. I called out Owen's name in my orgasm, cum splashing on the sheet, my chest. I collapsed to the mattress, uncaring of the sticky mess.

Owen flopped down beside me, stretching out on his side and pulling me to his chest. I lay there satiated. In post orgasmic bliss, I couldn't imagine anywhere I would rather be. I was dozing slightly when he spoke.

"What are you doing Friday night?" He asked softly, his voice husky with spent pleasure.

"Hopefully you," I joked before nuzzling into his chest.

He groaned both from the weak joke and from my ministrations, his hand tracing my spine. I would never get tired of his hands on me, the path he drew burned and tingled. "I want to go out." I froze, disbelief filling me. He noticed my hesitation, his hand tilting my chin up so I looked in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Wrong? He thought something was wrong. I was fine with him using my body whenever he wanted, that way I could have access to what I wanted most—him. But he wanted to go out with me, seeking the clarification I needed. Before I could dare to hope I had to confirm, "You want to go out on a date?" Even to me, I sounded skeptical.

His eyebrows lifted in bemused confusion, "Yes Jake." My breath caught in my chest but a joyous smile spread across my face. Leaping forward, I pressed kisses along his strong, masculine jaw and his neck. His skin had that clean masculine taste that I had come to crave. In my own world that exuded happiness, I only noted this slightly clenched jaw when he gently but firmly pulled me away.

"Did you think that I just wanted to fuck you?" Owen's mouth was pursed in a scowl, his eyes that had so recently been dark with lust were now full of censure.

I bit my lip unsure if he really wanted me to answer. When I didn't say anything his face fell, understanding the message. He looked lost, I ran my fingers along his forehead trying to smooth down the worry lines that deepened, "Why?"

"I don't know, we just met yesterday and I've already blown you." He looked stricken. God, nothing I say ever comes out right. Maybe if I had been able to be more social growing up, I wouldn't be messing this up so bad. I scrambled to try and explain, "I don't regret it. Please don't think that. I wanted this so bad, I still do. I am just still so shocked that you would want me at all. I'd have been okay with anything you would have given me. I just couldn't let myself think you wanted me like I want you and get hurt. I'm so happy. Don't be angry with me, please." My words petered out toward the end, resembling begging but my pride was unaffected. I had hurt him and I had to fix this my own bullshit insecurities weren't going to ruin this.

I lay back down, my cheek against chest. Clutching him tightly I waited, listening to his heartbeat and for him to react. Each moment was an eternity. I contented myself that lying here with him naked, I could wait forever for him. With a sigh, he gently pulled me up to him laying a brief, too chaste kiss on my lips before rolling off my bed.

I was treated to his entire naked body for a few moments, looking every bit the virile man who I wanted to take me before he slipped on his boxer briefs. Soundlessly, he tossed my pair to me along with my jeans. He dressed quickly and I followed suit hoping that his carefully schooled features would break into a smile or something other than the mask he was giving me. When we were both fully dressed, I tentatively started, "Owen—" He held up a hand, still in the middle of my room. I hated the distance between us but I fell silent and waited for him to speak.

He ran his hands through his long wavy hair, "I thought we were on the same page. I want more than sex with you and I thought I was proving that. And I'm going to prove that to you before we actually fuck."

"Owen, you don't have anything to prove, you're not doing anything wrong. This is just me being insecure." I made a move to stand.

"I'm still going to prove it, even if I'm just proving it to you. I can't believe you were going to give your virginity up to someone who you didn't think wanted anything else. That's bullshit Jake. That makes both of us look like assholes." Shit, he looked pissed. I felt tears threaten as I withered under his glare. How had things been messed up so fast?

I neared him like I would any predator, arms outstretched. He stood still, eyes hard. Wrapping my arms around him I murmured, "I'm sorry Owen. I just didn't couldn't believe it. I was happy and am happy. Be happy with me." Slowly I felt his arms come around me, hugging me back. He dropped a kiss on my forehead before stepping back.

"I'm going to go. I want to drive you to school tomorrow, is that okay?"

Anxiety sprang up at the possibility of someone seeing, but I answered positively. He nodded as he picked up his bag, "I'll text you later." I walked him out the door, he didn't kiss me but hugged me tightly on the doorstep.

As I watched him walk to his car, my emotions roiled: elated that he wanted more than a quick fuck, pissed at myself for not being able to express myself with any grace and slightly pissed at him for getting mad because I was a little shocked. My anger at him was short lived.

I spent the evening doing what little homework I had before my parents came home. My mother was nose deep in a case when my father, dragging his attention away from the take and bake lasagna asked, "What happened to your neck?"

My mother did a double take, actually diverting her gaze from the files. In the mirror behind the sink I caught my reflection, a large hickey emblazoned on my neck. I hadn't felt him make the reddish-purple mark and was horrified that it was there. If my clueless parents had noticed, I doubted my classmates would miss it. "Just a little accident on the course, a branch hit me." My parents swallowed the lie easily, already moving on with their lives while a blush stained my cheeks matching my neck.

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Apr 9, 2018 in blowjob

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