His whole body seemed to relax, and I stepped closer, sliding my hand around the back of his neck. I nipped at his bottom lip, and he groaned, removing his hands from his pockets and pulling my hips into his. “If you are, though, please just tell—”
“I’m not.” Pressing my mouth to his, I flicked my tongue against his lips, and he finally opened up for me. The voices in my head fell silent at last, and all I saw was him. This was worth whatever shit was coming. He was worth it.
Our kisses turned aggressive, hungry, as I pressed his body up against the wall. His cock, already hardening, rubbed up against mine, and he groaned into my mouth.
“Fuck, Preston.” I moved my lips to his jaw, biting and licking across his skin as he rolled his hips against me. “I want—"
Shouts sounded from the other side of the gym building, and we sprang apart, both breathing heavily.
“We need to be somewhere else for this.” Preston ran a hand down his face.
“Yeah. Like in your bed.”
His eyes darkened as he stared at me, and I couldn’t help leaning forwards and claiming his mouth again in a kiss that was way too short.
“This is harder than I thought it would be.” He leaned back against the wall with a heavy sigh.
“Yeah, it’s very hard.” Smirking, I reached down and palmed his cock through his trousers, unable to help myself.
“Tease,” he growled. “I’m gonna pay you back for torturing me like this.”
Retreating to a safe distance where I wouldn’t be tempted to touch him again, I met his eyes, willing my dick to behave, reminding myself where we were. “Being serious. I’m not having second thoughts about you. I’m just…I’m struggling to get my head around everything, okay?”
“I know, and I’m not going to pressure you. I said I’d give you as much time as you needed, and I meant it. It’s just…we hadn’t spoken, and…” He trailed off with another sigh, his mouth twisting.
“You’re my boyfriend. That’s not changing, unless you change your mind about us.”
“Not gonna happen.” He shook his head, a smile finally appearing on his face, which I returned.
“Come on, Golden Boy. Let me show you some of my football skills. That was why you wanted to get me alone during lunch, wasn’t it?”
“It was the only excuse I could think of.” Picking up his bag, he gave me a grin that made my stomach flip. I let my eyes trail over his body, taking my time to enjoy the sight of him filling out his uniform in all the right places.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
His lips curved in amusement, but he deliberately raked his gaze over me. “So are you.”
“I know.”
He shook his head at me. “Come on, before your head gets any bigger. I want to see your ball skills in action.”
“I know you like me playing with your balls.” I gave him a suggestive smile as he passed me, and he laughed.
“Couldn’t resist, huh?”
“Nope.” We headed back around the gym entrance and used our passes to enter. “Did anyone notice your neck?”
He rolled his eyes. “Did anyone notice the mass of hickeys my boyfriend left all over me? Why would you think they would? They’re barely even visible.” Pushing the door to the changing room open, he indicated for me to go through first. “If you’d turned up in the cafeteria about five minutes earlier, you would’ve heard everyone joking about it.” There were a few other guys in the changing room, and he lowered his voice. “I changed the subject to the Fright Night pranks the guys had pulled, and…” He shrugged. “Most of them like to talk about themselves.”
“Yeah.” We finished changing in silence, aware of the presence of the others around us, then headed out onto the football pitch. The repetition of the drills focused my mind as we passed the ball back and forth, but I knew I’d have to face up to things sooner or later.
We couldn’t hide forever.
12
My phone buzzed, and I discreetly opened it, shielding the screen with my palm so I could read the message without anyone else seeing. Across the cafeteria table, I felt Kian’s hot gaze boring into me, and I shifted in my seat.
Delinquent: Guess what I’m thinking about?