Driven Snow (9 page)

What the hell? Danny?
Riley slowly shook his hand.

LeRoy asked the question for them all. “Are you saying you’re gay, Danny?”

“Sure.”

“You never said anything.”

He shrugged. “Why should I? What the fuck business is it of yours?”

Riley caught his breath, and it came out as a laugh. He laughed some more. A few guys joined in. Some looked confused, and the rest radiated anger. Riley shook his head and wrapped an arm around Danny’s neck. “Thanks, man. I think you just summed it up. I’m the same man whether I’m gay or straight.” He looked around the room. “You don’t want to play with me? Knock yourselves out. You blow the championship? Look in the mirror for somebody to blame. I’m out.”

He strode out the door, made it to his car still looking like a bloody movie hero, got behind the wheel, and about passed out. He could so easily have avoided this whole ordeal, and all the shit that was still to follow, but then he wouldn’t have deserved Snow. He reached for his phone as he pressed his foot on the accelerator.

CHAPTER 8

SNOW CLUTCHED
the phone to his ear. “Of course you can come over.”
Calm down, heart, so I can hear.

“I know it’s short notice.” Riley sounded—what? Upset was an inadequate word. Nervous and excited at the same time.

“I just need time to make a phone call.” Professor Kingsley would kill him, but what a way to go.

“I’m interrupting your plans, aren’t I?”

“Just come over. I want to see you.”

“You’re sure?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Or, have you eaten? I can bring food.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Uh, no. But I’m not very hungry.”

“Don’t worry. If we’re starving, I can figure out something. We can order pizza.”

“Sounds great. See you soon.”

Snow hung up. Riley was coming to see him. Wow. He’d called twice during the week to say he was studying like crazy and then taking Jenkins’s test. Maybe he’d failed? He sounded so upset. Maybe that was why.
Oh no.
He’d seemed to be doing really well. If he’d failed, he’d lose his eligibility and not be able to play anymore.

Maybe that’s good. Especially if he decides to come out. The football team isn’t exactly PFLAG.

Hell, he won’t come out. Way too much to lose.

I’ll date him anyway.

Oh sure. He’ll want to be seen with the princess of NorCal chess—not!

He surveyed the apartment. What should he do? Everything looked just the way it had the last time Riley was there a week before—carefully laid table, well-made bed—except for the mess in the middle of the rug where Snow actually lived.

Better call the professor.

He won’t be fond of this call.

Tell me about it.

He grabbed the cell and dialed.

“Hi, Snow. You’re not talking while biking, are you?” The professor laughed at his own joke.

“No, sir. I’m, uh, not coming.”

“We have practice scheduled.” He said it as if that meant it was destined.

“I know, but I had something very important come up. I’ll put in extra time tomorrow after class.”

“I set this time aside for you, Snowden.”

“I realize, sir, and I very much appreciate it. I’m so sorry to cancel.”

Pause.

He’s waiting for you to tell him what came up.

I know.

Kingsley sighed. “Very well. I’ll see you tomorrow at 2:00 p.m. sharp, correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

Snow hung up and stared at the phone.

See, you didn’t burst into flames.

Yeah, yet.

He sprang up and started cleaning his pile of papers, extra chess pieces, leftover sandwich crusts, and glasses of tea. Still, no quieting the racing blur of his mind. Why was Riley coming over? Maybe he’d failed and he blamed Snow for it?

No, he’s not like that.

Maybe he’d passed and he wanted to say thank you.

Snow paused the whirlwind and stared out the window. Maybe he wanted to have sex.

Wow, that stopped him. He flopped cross-legged onto his rug. What if Riley did want sex? Jesus, Snow’s cock didn’t even know what sex felt like, and it still rose like the sun in summer. He stared down at his bulge.
Are you scared?
He grinned
. Not as much as I should be.

His brain clicked in.
Sheets are clean. Oh dear. Condoms.
Surely Riley would bring them if he had designs.
And lube.
That Snow had. Of course, he’d probably crawl under the rug if Riley realized he only had it to masturbate.

He’s going to figure out you’re a virgin sometime.

The knock on the door rocketed him to his feet.
Oh God.
He swallowed hard.
Try to look a little cool.

He bounded to the door and pulled it open.
Whew.
Just the pure physicality of Riley always gave him a shock. So big. So perfect. “Hi.”

“Sorry to call you so late.” Jeez, he even looked upset.

“Come in.”

Riley walked past him, then paused in the entry. Snow closed the door and gazed up at him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Kind of. I passed. The professor gave me a B+ on the test, which adds up to a C for the semester.”

“That’s fantastic. Amazing.” He clapped, then cocked his head. “But you don’t seem real happy.”

“I just—I came out to the fraternity.”

Snow’s heart leaped and dove at once. “Oh my God. Come in and sit down.”

Riley walked right into the middle of the rug and flopped on the very spot where Snow loved to sit. That spot got just the right light from the windows. It had the most power. Snow folded down into his cross-legged position opposite him.

Riley half smiled. “You have to show me how you sit so easily on the floor. I always feel like a water buffalo.”

“Lots of practice. So tell me what happened.”

He let out a long stream of air. “I told them I’m gay.”

“How did they take it?”

“Some were real supportive, and some were really awful.”

“Rog.”

“Yeah, he was one of the awful ones. Said he didn’t want me to pass to him anymore.” Riley hung his head. “Man, this is going to make things hard for Coach.”

“Rog is an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’ll admit I could have chosen a better time to do this. Like not in the middle of football season.”

“Maybe it’s a blessing, because they have to play with you if they want to win, so people like Rog will have to get over it fast or compromise their own futures.”

He sighed. “But I made them have to do it.”

“Did anyone ask Rog or the others to pretend to be someone they’re not so they can be on the team? Doesn’t Rog get to be as big an asshole as he wants and no one questions him?”

Riley stared at him.

“So how come you’re the only one who has to put on an act to play football?”

For a second, Riley stared some more. Suddenly he launched himself at Snow, pushing him down against the rug and winding up with his arms planted on either side of Snow’s head. “You’re so brilliant. You’re even better than Danny.”

Snow tried to catch his breath. “That’s good, I guess. Who’s Danny?”

“Just some guy in my fraternity who told us he’s gay after I came out. When our fraternity president asked him why he’d never told anyone, he said it was nobody’s business, like the whole question was so obvious. I could have kissed him.”

A frown fluttered across Snow’s forehead. “I remember him. I met him in your coach’s office. Did you—kiss him?”

“Nope.” Riley flashed the dimples. “But I sure would like to kiss you.”

“You—you would?”

Riley nodded his golden head.

“It appears you’re in a good position for it.”

“Ever the master of logistics.” He lowered his lips until they touched Snow’s. Softly he pressed his tongue to the seam between Snow’s lips and stroked.

Oh my.
Last time, Riley had put that tongue all the way in.
I better open up.
He parted his lips, and Riley instantly took the hint. Warm, wet, and full.
Oh yes, yes.

Snow sighed and wrapped his arms around Riley’s shoulders. Riley adjusted so his hips came down onto the carpet next to Snow’s legs, and he kept one arm behind Snow’s head for balance.

Darn, kind of want that nice weight he put on me before.
But no complaints. Snow sucked on Riley’s tongue and got just the reaction he hoped for. A long, low moan. Riley kind of flipped on his side and pulled Snow with him so they were more face-to-face. Oh wow, Snow’s khakis looked like a lesson on how to build a pyramid, and Riley’s jeans—Jesus! Kong. That thing looked big.

Could I touch it? Want to so badly.

Riley pulled Snow closer for another kiss, which gave Snow the chance to slip a hand down between them under cover of darkness. As Riley’s tongue dug deep into the secret recesses of Snow’s mouth, Snow’s hand slithered to its goal—and stopped.

What’cha gonna do now, big boy?

No idea.

Riley took the decision away from him. He reached down, grabbed Snow’s hand, and pressed it hard against his giant bulge.
Holy wow.
Snow stretched his fingers until he traced the outline of a rod with a flared head framed by some nice squishiness.

That got a double moan from Riley—to say nothing of a throb from Snow’s penis that half hurt and half felt wonderful. When Snow’s fingers rubbed against the zipper in Riley’s jeans, Riley slipped his hand around and ripped that sucker down.

Oh God, you got what you wanted. Now what?

Had to explore. Still nibbling against Riley’s tongue, he let his fingers slip inside the open gap in Riley’s pants. Twining his way through folds of cotton—he froze. Skin! Hot, smooth skin. Had to be cock. Balls would be hairy, right? Oh God, he had his fingers on Riley Prince’s cock.
Pass out.

His lips had frozen along with the rest of him. Riley opened his eyes and stared at him from an inch away. His lips moved against Snow’s. “What do you plan to do now?”

“Don’t know.”

“Why don’t you wrap your hand around that guy and let me do the same to you.”

“Oh.”

“Sound good?” His lips tickled, and his breath smelled sweet against Snow’s nose.

“Sounds very good.” He might, however, have to give up breathing. He slid his fingers farther—and slid and slid until that big, hot cylinder filled his whole hand and then some. He tightened.

“Oh yeah.” Riley bucked his hips, and his penis slid through Snow’s hand, dragging the smooth skin over the hard muscle beneath.

Amazing.
“Oh, I like that.”

“You do?” He did it again, and Snow smiled. “Let me share the wealth.” Riley slid down Snow’s zipper and burrowed one finger inside.

Panic!
“I, uh, I’m not as big as you.”

“I’m six and a half feet tall and weigh two fifty. You’re what? Five eight and one forty?”

He swallowed. “About.”

Riley looked down, grabbed his own penis away from Snow, then held it out as if it were attached to the front of Snow’s pants. “That would look pretty funny, don’t you think? Out of proportion?” He gazed into Snow’s eyes. “I think you’re the most beautiful person I ever saw.”

“Oh my. Thank you.”

Riley slid his hand deeper and grasped Snow’s privates. He smiled. “Okay, now this is a pretty impressive dick for a little guy.”

“It is?”

“Don’t you take gym?”

Snow shook his head.

“You’ve never seen any men naked?”

“Not since I was little.”

“Well, damn. How do I rate?”

“You’re you.”

Riley’s eyes got kind of watery, and he kissed Snow again, soft and deep, but he kept exploring with his hand until he’d fisted Snow’s penis and started pumping.

Snow ripped his head back. “Oh God. Oh man.”

“Good?”

“Indescribable.”

Riley chuckled but got more serious with his strokes. Snow tried to remember to keep squeezing Riley’s cock too, but it was hard to concentrate.

Riley scooted back a little. “Hang on.”

“No. Don’t stop.”
Dear God, did I really say that?

“I won’t. I promise.” He unwrapped Snow’s hand from his own penis and then scooted closer until he had both their dicks side by side. With fingers stretched, he folded both cocks in one big hand, then wrapped his other hand around the package. “See what you think of this.” He started pumping like a farm wife making butter.

“Oh wow. Oh God. That’s so great, so—oh.” Snow’s eyes rolled back in his head as his noggin bumped against the carpet. His hips had a mind of their own, bobbing and weaving. A little embarrassing, but who cared.
Too great. Too incredible.

Riley leaned in but didn’t stop stroking. “Snow, have you ever been sucked?”

“What?”

“Has anyone ever given you head?”

Snow’s head shook on its own as his brain flew off into space.
Would he? Could he?

“Want it?”

“Oh God, I want anything from you.”

“You’re amazing, and I’m dying to taste you. Have been since the first moment I saw you.” His strong hands pumped, keeping time to Snow’s hips’ Virginia Reel.

“I love what you’re doing.”

“You’ll love this more.” In one move he slid back, opened his hands, and stuffed Snow’s cock into his mouth.

Snow’s mouth opened. Wider. A sound like a scream or a wail flowed out. “Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhh.”

Riley sucked the head and then swallowed until Snow’s dick felt locked in a lava tube—but in a good way.

“Holy blessed shit!” Every cell in Snow’s body exploded like someone had let off the big bang in his groin. Semen might be shooting from his penis, but it felt like his whole body melted. His vision blurred, blacked out, then blazed with light as another pump came out of him. And another. One more. Nothing had ever, ever come close. “Oh God, oh, oh, ooooooh.”

It took what felt like minutes for the shudders of pleasure to finally die down, replaced by a warm glow. His lashes fluttered. “Wow.”