words, his hips still moving against mine. “I love you, I love you, I love you…”
“I love you, too…” I replied before another moan ripped right through my chest. “I love you so much, Hunter…”
After I spoke, it seemed like Hunter’s thrusts began to increase, and in response my fingers dug a little further into his back. The faster and harder he went, the deeper my fingers went, too, until it felt like our bodies had somehow melded into one, a complete unit unto themselves the longer we were locked together like this.
And then, Hunter was coming, his hips moving against me with one final thrust.
19
Hunter
It’d been a few days since I’d come out of the closet at the youth center’s fundraiser.
It’d been a few days since I’d been to field practice, too, my days spent lounging in Patrick’s bed, as we seemed to melt into each other more with each passing day. But since the team had a huge game coming up, I knew that I needed to make my way back to the field before Coach Lou lost his mind at my M.I.A. status.
But as I quietly stepped into the locker room, it dawned on me that things were never going to be the same. I didn’t know how my teammates were going to feel about me coming out, and I’d purposely been avoiding my social media pages, not wanting to read anything that was going to make me feel like shit.
But the problem with interacting with people in real life was that feeling like shit was completely unavoidable, especially if my teammates wanted to make their feelings known.
I made my way over to my locker, trying my best to keep to myself, trying my best to keep my eyes averted from the rest of the guys. But as I rummaged through my towels, I felt someone moving toward me, their footsteps stopping only a few feet away from my own.
“You’re pathetic,” Tristan spoke through gritted teeth.
“What are you talking about, Tristan?” I had a feeling I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I still wanted him to spell it out for me, just so I knew for sure.
“You and this fake gay shit.” Tristan scoffed. “You’d do anything for attention, wouldn’t you?”
“Fake gay shit?” I shook my head. “Tristan, I’m not faking anything—”
“It wasn’t enough for you to be part of scoring the winning touchdown for the game?” he pressed. “You had to take all the attention away from me, away from the rest of our team, too? Why couldn’t you have just been happy with being part of the story, man? Why do you always have the be the only person that people are talking about?”
“Tristan, I wasn’t trying to take attention away from anyone,” I clarified. “And I’m not faking anything, either.” I turned toward him before I spoke again. “Tristan, I’m gay.”
“You’re not gay. You’re just an attention whore.” Tristan rolled his eyes. “Wasn’t that the same reason you were going out with Dakota Webster? But I guess when that headline got too boring, you felt like you needed to kick it up a notch.”
“What makes you think I’m not gay?”
“Because gay guys don’t play football.” He shrugged. “And even if they did, they’d be pretty fucking bad at it.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because guys like that wouldn’t even know what to do with a ball if it hit them in the face.” A sickening smirk came over his expression. “They’re only good with handling one kind of ball, anyway.” Tristan then leaned closer before he went on. “But maybe that’s why you’ve been getting worse on the field lately. You realized you were gay, and then your body started catching up with you.”
“Shut the fuck up, Tristan,” Roger called out from across the room. “No one wants to hear your bullshit today.”
“What bullshit?” Tristan replied. “I’m just speaking the truth, aren’t I?”
“No, you sound like a fucking idiot,” Roger answered. “You really think gay guys can’t be good at sports? What kind of bullshit is that? My little brother is gay, and he’s the best kid on his track and field team at his school.”
“Well, to be completely fair, running isn’t really a sport,” Tristan suggested.
“You can’t say something’s not really a sport just because you suck ass at it, Tristan,” Roger commented, and the rest of the guys in the locker room snickered in response.
“Oh, I’m not the one who sucks ass around here!” Tristan shot back at Roger, even