After School Activities (15 page)

“Could have fooled me.”

“Hey now.” Kai said with a smile. “I’ll see you later, then?”

“Yeah.”

Throughout our entire conversation, we had maintained our distance,

standing on opposite sides of the room from each other. Kai finally

breached that gap, walking across the room and grabbing me in a big hug.

For a split second I was uncomfortable, alarmed even, but I pushed that

away and hugged my best friend back.

“I missed you,” he said into my ear.

“I missed you too.”

Kai broke off the hug, turned, and left my room.

He wasn’t gone more than two seconds when I heard a rapping on

my window.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ADAM WAS standing outside my window, hopping up and down like he

was trying to keep warm. He wasn’t even wearing a jacket. He gestured

frantically at me to open the window. He’d already pulled off the screen.

I did, but only an inch or so. “I thought you had practice,” I said,

pretending not to notice his distress.

“I left early,” he replied, his breath misting in the cold. “Said I had a

family thing. Can I come in?”

“Eh, I don’t know. I really should clean up a little….” I couldn’t help

the slight smirk that crept onto my face.

With a growl and a muttered curse, Adam grabbed the window and

shoved it open the rest of the way before practically diving inside. He

slammed the window closed and sighed with relief.

Well, that was no fun. I barely had a chance to make him squirm.

“You forgot to put the screen back.”

“I can barely feel my fingers!”

“And?”

He had a dismayed look on his face. “But the screen is outside. In

the cold. On the ground. I can’t reach it without going back outside!”

“If it was on the window where it was
supposed
to be….”

“But….”

“Or if you used a door like a regular person….”

With a groan and a pout, he turned back to the window. I couldn’t

keep a straight face any longer.

“I’m just kidding,” I said with a laugh, “you don’t have to go back

out there.”

“Oh thank God.” There was palpable relief in his voice. He really

did look pretty cold.

I went to my bed and grabbed the blanket. “I must say I’m

disappointed. Time was, you wouldn’t have fallen for something like that.

Or at least you would have put up a fight.”

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“I thought we were trying this new thing where we’re nice to each

other.”

I threw the blanket around his shoulders, started rubbing up and

down on his arms to warm him up. “Poppycock.”

His face twisted in almost disgusted amusement. “Poppycock? Who

the fuck even says that?”

“This guy, that’s who. Hey, at least I’m not the one who forgot a

jacket, like a fool.”

“I forgot to grab it from my locker. My backpack too.”

“In that much of a hurry to see me, eh?” I joked.

“Yes.”

I was a little taken aback. There was no humor or sarcasm or

anything in his voice. Only sincerity. My attempts to generate warmth

through friction faltered as I floundered for something to say. I couldn’t

make a joke in response, not when he was being so honest. Not to mention

sweet. I suddenly became very aware of how close we were standing to

each other, how intensely he was staring at me, unblinking, though still

shivering slightly. In that moment, when time seemed suspended, he

leaned in and kissed me. It was perfect.

It was also a trap. While I was distracted, with all my defenses down,

Adam took the opportunity to shove his hands under my clothes—one up

my shirt, the other into the waistband of my pants.

I let loose a completely undignified squeal. “COLD!” It was quite an

understatement. His hands made ice seem cozy. Liquid nitrogen could

have taken notes from those fingers. I jumped back, desperate to get away,

but he managed to keep his hand in my pants—something I would never

have complained about in other circumstances, I assure you. With his

frigid grip, he pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. For not

one second did he let his subzero hands leave my skin.

“I must say I’m disappointed,” he said, caricaturing the way I’d said

those exact words to him minutes ago. “Time was….”

“Oh shut up. I just took pity on you, ’cause you’re so cold. Like,

more cold than is possible for any human to ever be. Are you actually a

ghost?”

He chuckled. “I was out there for, like, a half an hour.”

“Oh God. Why would you do that to yourself?”

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He shrugged. “I saw that Malachi was here. I, uh, didn’t want to

interrupt.” He blushed slightly, looking away.

“Uh-huh. You didn’t want Kai to see you, isn’t that right?” He

shrugged, still avoiding my eye. “You don’t have to be so secretive. I

already told Kai about us—”

“You did
what
?” Adam burst out. I was so completely taken aback

by his vehemence and the almost crazed look of panic in his eyes that I

took an involuntary step back from him.

“Whoa, dude, calm down. Of course I told him. He’s my best friend!

I’m not about to start keeping secrets from him. But don’t worry, I told

him not to tell anyone, and he
won’t
. If you can’t trust him, at least trust
me
. I know how hard this is, and I promise you won’t have to do anything until you’re ready, but I won’t start lying to the people I love.”

Adam was standing there, eyes pressed closed, taking deep breaths

like he was trying to calm himself down.

“Are you okay?” I asked. He nodded slowly. “Are you mad at me?”

He shook his head.

“Just a little freaked out,” he said. “Does anyone else know?”

“Only Mel, but she figured it out on her own, like, weeks ago but

didn’t say anything until the other day.”

Adam smiled wryly. “That explains why she was giving me such a

hard time when I asked for your number.”

“Ha! When she texted me saying she gave it to you, I just knew she

had made the experience as awkward as possible.”

“She kept practically shouting ‘
But what do you need to tell him?
’ I almost gave up and ran away.” We were both laughing, and I knew the

tension had finally passed. Belatedly, I remembered that James P. Hogan

also knew about me and Adam, or at least that
something
was happening, even if he didn’t know any specifics. But I couldn’t tell Adam that now.

Not only did Adam seem relieved that only Kai and Mel knew, but also,

being on the football team with Adam, James was probably the exact kind

of person he would want to keep this a secret from.

“What is it?” I asked, noticing that Adam kept glancing at the door

to my room.

“Nothing. It’s just…. Are your parents home?”

I grinned at him. “Nope. In fact, they’re gone all weekend.”

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Adam grinned back at me. “Is that so? In that case”—he took a step

toward me—“I have a few ideas….”

I leapt back, scrambled across my bed to keep away. “Those hands

better be warm by now, or so help me….”

His grin took on a decidedly wicked cast. “You’ll just have to find

out,” he said evilly, and dove across the bed at me, arms outstretched.

I yelped and dashed out of my room, with Adam in hot pursuit—

or maybe cold pursuit would be more accurate. As far as plans go,

deciding to run away from a football player was not one of my best. I

made it as far as the living room before I was expertly tackled. Adam

wrapped his arms around my chest and took me down, executing a tight

spin in midair so he landed on his back with me on top of him, clutched

tightly to his chest. Before I had a chance to recover enough from my

surprise to move, he had wrapped his legs around mine, pinning me

completely. Not that I would have wanted to get away anyway. Lying

on top of him like that, I could feel his massive erection through his

jeans. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and sucking, and slipped

his hand into my pants, grabbing my rapidly hardening cock.

“Um, guys? I’m still here.” I turned my head to look toward the

kitchen, where I found Kai sitting at the table. “I had to pee, and then there were cookies….” He held up a half-eaten chocolate chip cookie. Adam

hadn’t moved since we had heard Kai’s voice. His face was hidden in the

crook of my neck and his body frozen in place, like he was a kid thinking

“if I can’t see him, he can’t see me,” or that Kai was one of the dinosaurs

in Jurassic Park whose eyes were only able to detect movement for some

reason.

“But I will go,” Kai continued. “Now. Hi, Adam. Were you hiding in

the closet the whole time I was here, or….” That last bit Kai had mumbled

to himself as he rushed out the door, slamming it shut in his haste.

As the echoes of the door shutting reverberated through the room, I

held my breath, waiting for Adam’s reaction, fearing another outburst.

Instead, Adam exploded with laughter. Deep, booming, helpless laughs. I

joined in—it
was
pretty hysterical. Adam let go of me to reach up and wipe the tears of laughter out of his eyes. I took advantage of my

newfound freedom to spin around so I was lying on top of him again,

chest to chest. Adam’s laughter died down as he stared up at me.

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For a moment, that’s all we did. Look at each other. Then, slowly, I

bent my head and kissed him softly. His mouth parted beneath mine, and

my tongue darted in. Adam wrapped his arms back around me, holding me

close, and as the kiss deepened and intensified, he flipped us over, so he

was lying on top of me.

I found I was enjoying this. Being manhandled, that is. The tackling,

the pinning down, and now getting forcibly flipped, being taken control of.

It was hot. I wondered if Adam would enjoy it just as much. So I pushed

back, and I was on top again. I grabbed his hands by the wrist and

slammed them on the carpet on either side of his head, holding him down.

I broke off the kiss and grinned triumphantly at him.

“Think you win that easily, huh?”

I hadn’t realized it was a competition, but as long as it was…. “If the

shoe fits,” I taunted.

With a growl, he pushed me off him—rather effortlessly, I’m a little

embarrassed to say—grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me to the

ground. But I was a little too fast. I slipped from his grasp and rolled,

giving him a smack on the ass on the way. I sprang to my feet, ready for

him to make the next move.

“Oh, it’s so on now,” he said, getting to his feet.

“Bring it, jock boy.”

He lunged at me, but I darted away, scoring another smack on his

ass. Only he was ready for that and caught my arm. He pulled me to him,

grabbed me around the waist, and brought us back to the floor, and

laughing, we began to wrestle in earnest. He was definitely stronger than

me, but I was faster, and lithe. He’d reach for me, I’d slip away and leap

on his back with a yell. He’d throw me off and pin me to the floor, so I’d

distract him with a kiss until I could worm my way out of his grasp. At

one point, as I was trapped beneath him, I had reached up, pulled on his

shirt, and tore it. It had been unintentional, a desperate attempt to escape, but I can’t complain at the results. His shirt ripped from collar down the

center of his chest almost to his navel.

Adam’s eyes grew wide in surprise, and mock outrage. “Oh, you did

not
just…” but I cut him off by giggling and tearing his shirt the rest of the way. Long and slow, the sound of tearing fabric filled the room. “That’s

it,” he said. “Now you’re in for it.” He ripped my shirt completely off in

one quick tug. He bent his head and licked my nipple, which made me

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gasp and sent a shiver down my spine. Taking advantage of my surprise,

he grabbed my pants by the pockets and pulled them down, button

popping off. Then he took my boxers by the waistband and tore those off

too. Now that I was completely naked, he laid himself back on top of me

and kissed me. I tugged, ineffectually, at his jeans, trying to get even. The only effect was to make Adam laugh.

“Looks like I won,” he said, smugly. “What’s my prize?”

I pulled once more on his pants. “Take these off, and I’ll show you,”

I said. Adam stood up, pulled off his pants and what remained of his torn

shirt, and stood there, expectantly, already hard from excitement and

anticipation. I stood too, grabbed Adam by his shoulders, steered him to

the couch, and pushed him down onto it. I knelt on the floor in front of

him. I grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly. He watched me, eyes wide

and expectant. “Ready?” I asked, and waited for his nod.

He gasped when I took him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around

the head of his cock, massaging his balls as I bobbed up and down along his

shaft. “Oh fuck, Dylan,” he moaned. He grabbed my hair and began thrusting,

deep into my throat. I felt, distantly, glad for my experience with Kai. I

remembered how I had gagged the first time I had deep-throated him, and

Adam was
much
larger. But the thought of Kai only flit ed through my head and vanished in an instant, replaced completely with the reality of Adam.