After The Snap (4 page)

Channing looked over his shoulder at the beers. “No, I just didn’t clean up from last night. Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you? I can’t stay away from you again.” Channing ran his hand over Seth’s chest, sending shivers over his skin. “Fuck, you really are so appealing. I love your curly hair. It’s striking along with your beautiful lips. God, those lips would look so good around my cock.”

The words worked through Seth, making his insides tingle. Channing’s lips were against his again, his mind fuzzing as his dick swelled. Channing’s hands roved over Seth’s body, undoing the button on his jeans and sliding the zipper low. Channing had him undressed again, his hands were everywhere, touching, pinching, stroking. The kiss ended and Channing checked his phone, his face all business. The change from lover to totally serious happened with near frightening speed.

“I need to get some money. Pick a movie, I’ll be back with the pizza and beer.”

Seth nodded, wondering if Channing would be fine with him getting dressed. The room was chilly and he didn’t want to sit around naked all night. “Okay.” Seth reached for his shirt and Channing glanced back, his lips turned down in a frown.

“Babe, I want you in my arms all weekend long. This is the start of something special. Don’t put on your clothes. There are blankets in one of the cabinets.” Channing cupped his cheek and smiled. “I swear this will be a good weekend. You’re so freaking beautiful I can hardly keep my hands off you…so fucking pretty.”

Seth’s throat closed with emotions. He’d wanted this, wanted something special with Channing and now it looked like he was going to have it. Any misgivings he had weren’t real. Channing was genuine, the real thing. This time, it would work. Football was over, Channing’s ex would go away for good, and he and Channing would be together. In a few months, he’d be out of college and would know if he’d made it on an NFL team. Sure, some people might not be happy about their relationship, but it would all work out in the end if he stuck by Channing and trusted him because really, Channing had more to lose than he did.

Seth found two blankets and used one to sit on, draping the other over his lap. The pizza arrived and Channing was back. They turned on a car chase movie and broke out paper plates and beers. It was nice just being a guy with Channing. After he’d consumed three meatgasm inducing slices, he glanced to Channing, heat rolling through him when Channing winked.

This was nice. He could do this. They were comfortable together. Channing’s hands roved over his body, his fingers tracing muscles and bones, toying with Seth’s nipples and then doing it all over again. For a moment he let his imagination take over, pretending that they were an open couple, and he had a contract with a big team. This could easily be his house and they would live together. The fantasy kept going as he finished eating the last of his crust. He snagged one of the left over sticks of crust from Channing’s plate before settling against Channing’s chest, happy when his lover wrapped one arm around him, holding him close. Life did get better and this was proof. He had it all, or close to all. They only needed a few small pieces to fall into place and life would be perfect.

One movie turned into two and he was really horny again. He turned his head a little and ignored the action on screen as he kissed Channing’s chest. He made a path of kisses and licks down Channing’s shirt front to the waistband of his pants. Seth glanced up, catching Channing’s heat filled dark eyes. Channing rolled his hips, his breathing slowing. Seth smiled up at him, lust ripping through him as he unbuttoned Channing’s pants and ran the zipper low.

At first he just grazed his nose over Channing’s underwear covered dick, then he mouthed the length through the cloth, licking the tip over and over again. Channing was moaning, his hips tilting up, his hands running over Seth’s head. Seth was hard as a rock and loving the little noises Channing was making. He licked the ridge at the tip of Channing’s cock then over the length again, but this time Channing’s fingers gripped tight at his hair, pulling hard. Channing pulled out his cock and held Seth’s head steady, pushing the tip against Seth’s lips. He opened, sucking down to the base, enjoying the deep moan he pulled from Channing. Up his lips glided, then back down before he pulled off and licked from the base to the tip, swirling his tongue around the tip as he sucked down on the thick cock again.

Channing petted Seth’s head, his hands shaking. Then Channing arched up and clenched Seth’s curls, holding him down as he pumped his hips up. Seth was about to gag when Channing loosened his grip and let him up. He backed off and caught his breath before going down again.

Channing was a little rough, but Seth didn’t really mind because he kind of liked the rough play though it wasn’t the sweetness he really craved. Then Channing pulled him off and tugged at his pants, pulling them low before pressing Seth’s face down on the couch. The sound of lube and condoms made him go hot all over. Seth turned his head, looking over his shoulder at Channing just before he shoved in fast, causing intense pain to rip through Seth.

“Oh fuck,” Seth groaned.

“God, you’re so tight,” Channing whispered as he pumped in, not halting his movements.

Gasping to catch up from the pain, Seth dug his fingers into the soft material of the couch as he tried to escape the hurt. Then Channing slowed and adjusted, putting one leg between Seth’s, easing the pain. The fucking finally turned from pain filled to pleasure zone after a few more strokes.

The movie played in the background as they fucked, and he noticed that Channing was watching the movie and not really paying attention to him. Channing just held him down and pumped hard, lust shining in his eyes when he did happen to look at Seth.

Though disappointment wove through him, Seth was going to blow soon from the friction of his dick rubbing against the blanket below. He was having a hard time catching his breath. This round with Channing wasn’t as enjoyable. Maybe it was because he was tired. It seemed that every other time they’d come together it was all consuming, totally involved, and intense beyond belief in one way or another. Every time couldn’t always be the best time. He sucked in air, trying to gain some sanity, but he felt crazier than ever as Channing pumped hard. Then Channing hugged him close, his lips by Seth’s ear.

“I love you.” Channing’s words tickled him, making him feel like he’d lost his sanity and his mind fractured into a million tiny pieces.

That was all it took for Seth to lose control. He blew his load, gasping for breath, clawing at the couch cushions as his body bucked under Channing’s. This was what he wanted, what he’d longed for. They were together again, and he knew this was only the beginning. He owed Channing so much for giving him a chance as a starter when he’d been a sophomore, making sure he kept his scholarship, and then being such a tough coach. On the field and off, they were perfect, just freaking perfect together, and he wanted this to be forever.

Channing pulled out, and Seth felt empty again. How could he live without Channing in his life? Maybe he should change everything. He didn’t need to play in the NFL. All he needed was Channing Harris in his arms.

“Come to bed with me,” Channing said.

Seth realized that he’d do anything for this man. All Channing had to do was ask and he would follow. Channing led Seth to his bedroom and showed him the bathroom, telling Seth to shower. Seth turned on the water, studying the soaps and shampoos. He was surprised to find so many bath products in the shower. It didn’t seem like all of them were for men, but then maybe Channing’s ex hadn’t taken everything and he hadn’t been able to toss them out. But wouldn’t that mean he still loved her?

Channing came in, his eyes hooded as he watched Seth shower. He pawed at the front of his pants, and Seth wondered if they’d actually get any sleep. When he turned off the water, Channing had a towel ready for him. Seth stepped out and turned when Channing asked. He laid down on the bed where Channing told him to. He let Channing hold him how he wanted. In the morning, he got up when Channing woke and did what Channing asked. He never questioned, just followed.

The entire weekend was about Channing, doing what Channing wanted, bending to Channing’s needs, wants, and demands. And Seth was okay with that. He convinced himself that whatever Channing wanted was what he wanted. When Seth thought he wanted to penetrate Channing, fucking his ass, Channing said no. The refusal was delivered in such a way that Seth agreed with Channing and he no longer wanted to fuck the guy. Then late on Saturday, when Channing told him that he wasn’t going to suck his dick, Seth agreed that he didn’t want Channing to go down on him. Seth changed his mind, bending to Channing’s will, agreeing with everything Channing said. Even on Sunday night when Channing asked Seth not to contact him because of complications with his divorce, Seth agreed. Channing got what he wanted and Seth didn’t complain.

It was weeks before he questioned anything about that weekend, wondering if he’d made a mistake. The days were long, school boring, and he was losing his edge and his mind. Then on February second, Channing called. They met in a hotel fifty miles from town, Channing saying that he wanted to protect Seth from rumors before the draft. The weekend was filled with hot sex, lots and lots of hot sex and promises of more. He sucked Channing, bent over for him, and happily did whatever Channing asked because it had been so long since he’d seen the man that even the crumbs tossed his way were like gold to Seth.

Then Sunday came and it was the same spiel. The draft, friends, Channing’s ex, his job security, whatever Channing asked, Seth agreed to. He craved more from Channing, but he didn’t want to be a bitch. Channing was having a hard time, and Seth knew that he’d muck up the draft if he were out so he readily agreed to say nothing, do nothing, and most of all, not contact Channing.

March came and went switching from winter to spring though in Florida the seasons didn’t mean much, but it was all lost on Seth because Channing consumed his thoughts. His friends were getting ready for graduation, and he was pining for his man, who, if Seth was realistic about the situation, he shouldn’t even be thinking about.

Time without Channing passed slowly, but after a few pathetic nights of crying in his bed alone, he got his focus back. Acing his classes turned out to be easy since he wasn’t dating anyone, and he wasn’t playing football, so all he did was study and workout, refining muscles, increasing his endurance, and daydreaming about Channing who hadn’t called in so long it hurt.

The most exciting thing that would happen to him during the semester was the draft, then graduation. Most of the other seniors who’d played on the team with him since their freshman year were focusing on stuff other than football. They had girlfriends, and a few of them were married. There were some guys he hung out with, but he felt detached from the rest of the student body. Too much had happened with Channing for him to feel connected and he sure as hell couldn’t become a member of the gay-straight alliance.

There wasn’t any communication from Channing—until there was. Long nights turned to days, then weeks. Then Channing called and he wanted to get together. Seth dropped everything—studying was out the window, his friends ditched because Channing had called and Seth jumped without question.

When they were together, they had sex, lots of it. This time the motel room wasn’t as nice as the first place, and neither was Channing. They fucked, but it was different. Channing seemed to be performing and not into making love like before. Something was missing and Seth had known it for a while, but he’d not had the confidence to say anything earlier.

“I want to see you more than once a month,” Seth said as he pulled on his pants. They weren’t staying until Sunday, hell, they weren’t even spending the night. Channing had another excuse, another reason they couldn’t get together for longer, or talk between their ventures to hotel rooms where they fucked like strangers, because no matter how many times Channing said he loved Seth, they really were strangers. Hell, he’d hardly spent more than a week with the man. It hurt, and that hurt spilled out because there was no way he could hold back this time.

“I’m trying,” Channing said.

“Try harder.” Anger and emotions twisted together, leaving him wondering why he was even trying with Channing. Months of no contact, nothing, then boom he was expected to jump to Channing’s demands, and Goddammit, Channing still hadn’t sucked his cock, and he always bent for Channing, never once had Channing done the same for him. He was tired of being used.

“Seth, it’s just—”

Seth held up his hand and shook his head. “No, you demand stuff from me, and I-I love you,” he said the words though they were uncomfortable on his tongue, “but God, you don’t give…at all.”

“I don’t give?” Channing threw his hands up, his face going red. “Do you know how hard this is? I could lose my job, my life, my everything, and you’re accusing me of not giving.”

Seth bit his lower lip, his head started to throb. “You don’t get it. It’s more than us hiding, it’s that…that, you don’t even…” The ridiculousness of his words hit him and he hated how petty he’d become.

Channing stepped close, his hands in Seth’s hair, tugging his head back as he shoved his tongue in, kissing him hard. The kiss ended and Channing stood tall, but still had a grip on Seth’s hair. “Don’t what?”

Seth heated. It really sounded childish now complaining about it, but he really wanted his dick sucked. He wanted the relationship to be more even, more give and take, and it seemed like he was just giving and Channing was always taking. Like this kiss, Channing had forced him to bend to his will. Maybe he wanted too much, but he needed things and one of those things was getting a blowjob.