Mason
Tuesday was a blur. Practice kicked my ass, and then Calvin and I stared into each other’s eyes as we studied for my quiz. I wanted to take him home so bad it ached. My balls were so sore, it felt like the boys were using them for tackle practice. But it was all Calvin.
Being in his presence was maddening. Every time he moved, I could feel it in my pants. His muscled forearms, the hollow at the base of his neck… I needed to rip his clothes off so bad it hurt.
But I couldn’t hurt him. So, we studied and then made out at the Zen garden underneath the Fine arts Building and then on top of his car. His hands found their way under my shirt, and he couldn’t stop touching me as I kissed him and bit at his neck. My hands found his ass, and I kneaded those gorgeous cheeks through his jeans. Why did he wear jeans? His ass looked fucking great in those jeans, though. His cock pressed into my thigh, and I finally got brave enough to feel it and stroke it over his clothes. His moans were music as his breath gasped out in short bursts.
Saying goodnight was painful. I had to run into the bathroom and knock one out just so I could walk home. He kept offering me rides, but I knew that if I got in that car, it was over. I was going to have him, and I wanted him to feel like he was in control. He needed it.
Today was quiz day, and I felt really good about it. Coach had been breathing down my neck all week about my studying. I told him there was no reason to worry. I had the best fucking tutor his money could buy. I didn’t tell him that I thought I had a boyfriend.
That’s what was happening. We both knew it. He was all I could think about, and I hoped he felt the same.
After practice, I thought about having to masturbate in the bathroom at the fine arts building so I could walk home. I chuckled, and then the idea hit me.
Shit… tonight was going to definitely be a first.
I went to practice and had to play for Hawkins again. If he didn’t get his shit together, I might be starting, no matter who his mother was. Poor kid. He was getting beaten to a bloody pulp on the field. He needed another year to build up his mass. The boys and I were training him as hard as we could, but that hadn’t worked out very well since he pulled his shoulder on the weight bench. Coach blamed me.
Whatever. Practice was good, and we were in the best shape we had been in all year. This Saturday’s game was a home game, and I couldn’t wait to look up and finally see my man up there in the stands.
I walked into the library like I was on top of the world. I grabbed some newspapers off of the periodical stand and headed down to the bottom floor. I bounded down the stairs and made my way to the back of the stacks where my little table sat all alone.
I looked around. My sneakers clopped on the floor. That was good. The only way I couldn’t hear someone approaching would be if they were barefoot, and there was no way that would happen here. I sat down in the seat that usually belonged to Calvin, facing the stacks, and it was perfect. We really were all alone back here, but I could see if someone approached through the shelves that created this little alcove.
I pulled my chair over beside me.
I laid the paper in my lap and got everything ready.
I waited.
I heard Calvin’s shoes on the tile floor as he approached and saw his torso halfway before he rounded the corner.
He looked at me oddly, his eyebrow raised as he threw his bookbag on the floor and sat down beside me, leaning in and kissing me gently. I nipped at his bottom lip and held it in my own before letting him go.
“Guess what you did last night,” he chuckled. “You gave me a small hickey. Gina noticed it today.”
“Did you tell her that you got that hickey from the hottest stud on the football team? It was a badge of honor?” I mused, feeling a little guilty. We were too old for hickeys.
“I did… not,” he laughed. “I told her to mind her business.”
“So, what’s up with the new arrangement? You got tired of staring into my eyes?” he asked seriously.
“Never.”
“Okay then… How did the test go today? I wanted to text you, but I had classes, and then you had practice. Come on, I am dying over here. How did you do?” He was enthused. He knew damn well that I did okay. However, I think I even surprised myself.
“I think I got all of them correct, Calvin. Can you believe it? That is why we are here in this new seating arrangement.” I slid my arm over his shoulder and brought his head onto my shoulder. I sniffed at his hair, it always smelled of sunshine and flowers. I couldn’t get enough of it. I nuzzled into it and placed a kiss on his head.
“That’s great, Mason. I’m proud of you. Do you want to go over your paper? I mean, if you corrected everything from last night, it should be perfect the way it is, but I’m happy to look at it again.”
“Nope. I did not even bring it.” I replied coolly, keeping his head on my shoulder.
“You want to start on the mid-term studying, then?”
“No… I do not want to study anything but you tonight. Come on, Calvin. I just aced the quiz, and I have the paper finished. There’s only one thing I want to study right now, and that’s you,” I murmured softly into his head. My fingers stroked his back. I swear I could hear him purring, and that was exactly what I wanted.
“Do you know what college kids use the library for, Calvin?” I asked calmly.
