Incoming Freshman (12 page)

Ellen smiled and reached for Chet’s hand. “Don’t be. I knew this day would come the moment he told me he was transferring here.”

That old feeling of guilt began to settle into Chet’s chest. “Does our relationship bother you?”

“Of course not. He’s happier than I’ve ever seen him.”

That surprised Chet. Bobby had had only one evening to entertain his mom before he’d gone into surgery, and since the procedure he’d been a bear to everyone. “I think there must be something wrong with your happy metre because I know he’s bitten your head off at least as many times as he has mine.”

Ellen lifted Chet’s hand to her mouth and kissed it before releasing him. “No offence, sweetie, but you haven’t been around him the last few years.” Ellen took a glass out of the cabinet and poured a glass of the wine leftover from dinner. “Bob was a good man, but he was especially hard on Bobby Ray. After Bob’s death, Bobby Ray was finally able to live his life for himself instead of for his father.” Ellen took a sip of her wine and watched Chet over the rim. “He may be as stubborn as his dad, but Bobby Ray has definite ideas of what he wants out of life, and if those things are here in Idaho, who am I to judge?”

“But he’s so talented,” Chet started to argue.

“Yes, he is, but football is only one of Bobby Ray’s special gifts.” Ellen shook her head. “He’s been pushed enough in life. It’s time for him to take the lead in where he goes from here.”

Chet grinned. “Is that your way of telling me to back off about going pro?”

“Yes. How’d I do?”

“You were perfect, subtle but to the point.”

“Excellent.” Ellen refilled her glass. “Mind if I take this to my room?”

“Not at all.” Chet leant over and kissed Ellen on the cheek. “Thank you for not hating me.”

Ellen’s eyebrows rose. “I did for a while after you left Arizona, but it was because you walked away from my son, not because you loved him.” Ellen winked and left the room.

Although he wished he’d have done things differently, Chet didn’t regret quitting his job in Arizona. Falling into a relationship with Bobby would’ve been too easy, and Chet had no doubt he’d have ended up pushing Bobby as hard as his father had. Their years apart had helped Bobby grow into the man Chet had come to love. The thought of Bobby growing to resent him for pushing was the last thing Chet wanted.

Chet walked into the bedroom with new resolve.

Epilogue

Bobby stretched his arms over his head before turning to watch Chet sleep. Weekends were usually the only time during the week he slept over, and although he didn’t begrudge Chet his job, Bobby couldn’t wait for the season to come to an end. Selfish or not, he could hardly wait for an entire weekend of Chet’s undivided attention.

Bobby pressed his nose against Chet’s warm chest and inhaled. Although faint, Bobby detected the smell of dried sweat and cum from their earlier lovemaking.

“Do I stink?” Chet asked, threading his fingers through Bobby’s hair.

“Just the opposite.” Bobby snuggled closer and rested his head on Chet’s pillow. “Does my breath stink?”

Chet grinned and rolled over on top of Bobby. “Just the opposite.”

“Liar,” Bobby said around a chuckle. He opened his mouth to Chet’s probing tongue and settled in for a long, leisurely kiss. When Chet tickled the roof of Bobby’s mouth with the tip of his tongue, Bobby couldn’t hold back a laugh. He pulled away and shook his head. “I’m trying to be romantic.”

“And I’m trying to get you to lighten up. You’ve had one hell of a week, and it’s nice to hear that laugh I’ve come to depend on.” Chet ground his morning erection against Bobby’s. “I like it waking up with you in my arms.”

“I like it, too.” Bobby separated his legs, allowing Chet to get even closer.

“So stop being so stubborn and move in.”

“I will eventually,” Bobby said for the hundredth time.

“When? What the hell are you waiting on?” Chet asked.

“The time to be right,” Bobby answered simply. Although he had no doubts about his feelings for Chet, Bobby wanted the same level of commitment before they took the next step. Childish or not, he needed the one thing Chet had yet to give, the ultimate promise.

Bobby smoothed his hands down Chet’s back to land on his ass. He’d first fucked Chet two weeks earlier and had loved the way it felt to give Chet something so few had. Bobby’s fingers slid down the crack of Chet’s ass and whispered across his hole.

“Mmm,” Chet moaned. “You gonna fuck me this morning?”

“Yep.” Bobby tickled Chet’s hole for several moments before stretching his arm out towards the bedside table. “I can’t reach the stuff.”

Chet dived for the drawer and slid it open. It took a few seconds but he eventually came back with the bottle of lube. Instead of passing it to Bobby, Chet held the bottle behind him and dripped a good stream of the slippery stuff down the crack of his ass.

“You’re going to have to wash the sheets again,” Bobby remarked when he felt the lube drip from Chet’s ass to his sac.

“Don’t care,” Chet groaned when Bobby inserted the tip of his finger.

Bobby ran two other fingers through the lube and eventually worked them into Chet’s hole. Chet rode Bobby’s hand like he’d bottomed for years. It was Chet’s reaction more than anything that prompted Bobby to top more than he’d probably like to. “Feel good?” he asked, brushing Chet’s prostate.

Chet nodded enthusiastically and reached back to slap at Bobby’s hand. “Fuck me already.”

“Hand me a condom.”

Chet stilled and stared down at Bobby. “No.”

“Excuse me?” Had Bobby heard him right?

“No rubbers. Never again,” Chet announced.

It was the announcement Bobby had waited months to hear. He wasn’t about to question Chet on why he’d suddenly made the decision when they’d used a condom only hours earlier. “I’d like that.”

Chet moved to straddle Bobby’s hips. “So would I. Very much,” he added.

Bobby squirted a few drops of lube onto his palm and greased his erection before holding it at the root. He stared into Chet’s eyes as the man he loved slowly lowered himself on Bobby’s length. It was one of those moments in his life he knew he’d never forget.

More than the feel of flesh on flesh, it was the trusting expression on Chet’s face that said what words never could. Bobby swallowed around the lump of emotion lodged in his throat as Chet took his entire length.

“Stay with me forever,” Chet whispered, before starting a slow rhythm up and down Bobby’s cock.

“Okay,” Bobby agreed. He had no doubt the moment was more intimate than any wedding ceremony ever performed.

Chet reached down and removed one of Bobby’s hands from his hip. He lifted the hand to his lips and kissed each of Bobby’s fingers before turning it over to kiss the palm. “You’re my everything.”

Moisture clouded Bobby’s vision at the sentiment. He quickly blinked away the tears before they had a chance to fall. Instead of crying like a damn baby, Bobby thrust up to meet Chet’s downward slide, driving his cock in hard.

Chet grinned, obviously getting Bobby’s message. He released Bobby’s wrist and braced his hands against Bobby’s chest as he picked up speed.

Bobby wrapped his hand around Chet’s cock. Although Chet loved to watch Bobby jack himself off, Bobby loved the control he felt making Chet come.

Chet’s back arched as he came, impaling himself once more on Bobby’s cock. “Fuck!” Chet howled as his body shook with the intensity of his climax.

The sight of Chet at the moment of release was enough to push Bobby over the edge. For the first time in their relationship, Bobby shot seed deep inside the man he loved. He couldn’t wait to receive the same treatment from Chet. Although he might have to wait a few hours until after the last football game of the season, Bobby had no doubt he’d get his own brand of baptism before the day was through.

* * * *

Bobby pulled his baseball cap lower on his forehead as he made his way through the crowd towards the grandstand. Although most of the fans had understood his decision to quit football, there were still a few who enjoyed heckling him. If it weren’t for Chet, Bobby doubted he’d have put himself through the torture, but after the morning they’d spent together, Bobby would do anything to make Chet happy.

He spotted a group of friendly faces and made his way to the section in front of the announcer’s box. “Hey. Is that seat taken?” he asked Luk Henley, Coach Nelson’s partner.

“It is now,” Luc said, scooting over.

Bobby sat down between Luc and Tony Bianchi, nodding his thanks to both men before turning around to thump Dane on the leg. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

Dane shrugged. “After that article they printed in the campus paper, I figured you could use all the support you could get.”

Bobby squeezed Dane’s calf. If he could’ve pulled the man into a hug he would have, but there were too many eyes on him. He felt each stare like it was a hot poker burning a hole into his body. Not only had he given up college football, but he’d announced in an interview with the school paper that he had no plans to enter the draft. His life was right on track as far as he was concerned, and although he still enjoyed watching football on television, Bobby had no desire to live a lifestyle that wasn’t for him.

“I appreciate it,” he told Dane before turning around. His gaze zeroed in on Chet only to find the love of his life staring back at him. Chet nodded before turning back to his players who were busy warming up on the field.

“It’s good that you came,” Luc said.

“Yeah,” Bobby agreed. “Chet likes it when I do.” He realised too late what he’d said. “I mean…”

Luc chuckled. “I know what you meant. But that wasn’t why I said it. You may feel uncomfortable right now, but your attendance will go a long way in proving to the naysayers you’re ready to stand by and defend the decision you’ve made.”

Bobby shrugged. He wasn’t out to prove anything to anyone except himself and Chet. “Let them say what they want. I know who I am, and what’s right for me.”

“Then you’re miles ahead of a lot of these folks.”

When the announcer asked everyone to stand for the national anthem, Bobby stood a little straighter than he ever had before. His life may not be perfect, but it was his, and he didn’t plan to waste a moment of it.