1 comments/ 2581 views/ 7 favorites Wolfie Kitten Iceman Maddog Alt By: dayne Author's Note -- This was the second scene I wrote for Efrain and Cory -- back when I was just writing short narratives because I couldn't get anything done because a certain shower scene kept playing in my head. Cory's character has remained mostly the same, but Efrain's character has become too possessive and Indie's character too cold for this to actually happen (not to mention that Preston didn't even exist at this point). I still liked how this came out too much to completely axe it. I wouldn't completely rule out other "alt" scenes. My boyfriend is still pitching really weird ideas at me. While on a quest to visit Buc-ees, Efrain gets kidnapped by a werebear in a less-clean gas station bathroom, and Cory has to go from kitten to tiger to get his wolfie back. Oh, and the villain is an androgynous transsexual bisexual with blonde cornrows. I'm blaming it on the Nyquil (puro pinche flu season!). Anyway, this scene takes place in January, five months after Cory and Efrain's first hookup. While Indie's Away (Efrain and Cory ALTERNATE Chapter) I love a lot of things about my boyfriend, but the only one that comes to mind at the moment is his pale twink ass – taut, muscular, no hair to speak of, and prettily displayed before me. Cory can get a decent tan going, even if he couldn't match my olive skin, but his ass stays pale. One cheek is still a little pink from the slap I'd given it earlier. As I spread apart the florid cheeks, I admire how they contrast with the hands exposing the trembling pink hole. Hell, even the way my cock looks as I slowly press into him is overstimulating enough to make me cum. Of course, everything about fucking the guy is overstimulating. The way he fists his hands in the blankets we'd laid out on the floor, the panted pleas for me to take him completely, the spasms I feel around my dick trying to pull me deeper. Still, I know how hot it gets my boyfriend when I tease him. I take my time – pressing forward, pulling back completely, then pressing forward again – filling Cory in agonizing increments. I grip his ass tighter, more to keep myself from giving into the pleading man it belongs to, but it does leave some rather delicious handprints. Cory arches his back, trying to take my cock in one hard thrust when begging failed, and receives another slap instead. "Fucking hell, 'Rain," he curses between ragged, whimpering moans. I chuckle wryly, the little spasms around my dick showing me just how much he enjoys being demeaned. "There's plenty of time, Babe," I say while finally bottoming out, enjoying the surprised gasps as I grind the base against his hips. My roommate has plans for the weekend, and I have been holding back all football season so Cory wouldn't be too injured to play. I have behaved and as a reward I am going to take my time nailing Cory's white ass in as many rooms as possible before that loud-mouthed bastard comes home. *** I have come to realize two things – 1. I really need to remember to contact my roommate when my plans suddenly change, and 2. Efrain has to be some kind of freak wizard to have consumed nearly half of my alcohol stash and talk Cory into fucking in our living room in the hour it took for me to drive back after my weekend trip got canceled at the last minute. I stand at the threshold, stunned by the barely legal fuckfest going down three yards away. Most of my beer and my last bottle of Jack, or what remains of it, sit forgotten on the coffee table while Efrain kneels on the floor, taking the sandy blonde from behind. The dude is a sadistic fuck, calling him a "good boy" and slapping his ass hard enough to leave red welts. For his part, this seems to be getting Cory off. His hips shake as he whines for Efrain to please fuck him harder. While I should be outraged (a whole fucking case of beer and a liter of Jack, for fuck's sake), I instead find myself watching more than I intend to. I had briefly pursued both of them, but nothing came of it. Efrain and I are exclusive tops, so we never got past more than exchanging blow jobs when we were drunk and bored. And I have a stupid hang-up about bi men, and ended up cutting and running in the middle of my only hook-up with Cory. Efrain likes to remind me that that last part cost me a crack at a seriously talented power bottom. I've overheard enough of their fucking in the last five months for the reminders to be unnecessary. It isn't too late to sneak back to my room and pretend not to see anything, but I am hard and Efrain already noticed me standing there. "Welcome back," he intones dryly. Cory lifts his head in confusion, and turns red when he notices me. He had to be really embarrassed; the guy has no shame when he's wasted. "Want to join us?" Before I could apologize and retreat, Efrain narrows his eyes thoughtfully. He holds up his finger as if asking for a moment and grips the blushing man under him. He pulls back his hips before slamming back into Cory's ass. Cory writhes beneath him, panting out a litany of bilingual curses and whimpering cries. "He wants you to join." Efrain lacked shame even when he was dead sober. Laughing, he pulls the other guy, still cursing and panting, up and against his chest, a hand around Cory's throat tilting his head back. "His ass just started spasming like crazy." Then, murmuring against Cory's ear, "Want him to cum in your mouth while I cum in your ass?" Two pairs of eyes meet mine – hazel eyes amused and sardonic, blue eyes glazed over with arousal and alcohol. Both inviting. Cory pants while Efrain continues to grind his ass on the base of his cock. Since I couldn't really think of anything better to do in the situation, I pull my shirt over my head, grab the Jack, and stand before them. I drink a mouthful, then a second. Figure I might as well be drunk for this, too. While, Efrain fucks him with increasing intensity, Cory begins pulling frantically at my fly. Too soon he gives up and wraps his fingers over my waistband as if trying to hold himself up. Pretty likely, with how hard he's getting fucked. I deftly unbutton my fly with one hand, still sipping from the bottle, and Cory unzips me and slides my jeans and boxers over my hips. I step out of the fabric pooling at my feet as Cory catches my dick in his mouth. He sucks at it greedily, the head hitting the back of his throat as Efrain's thrusts push him forward. His moans vibrate on my cock and get cut off completely when my head digs down his throat. Cory brings up his hands to grip the base. He pops the head out of his mouth and dives for my balls. My breath hisses between my teeth as he sucks them into his mouth, swirling them around with his tongue. Cory works the shaft with his hands, his hands and mouth tightening as Efrain fucks his ass. The Jack works through my empty stomach. My head buzzes, seemingly in time with Cory's muffled moans. The sounds of all three of us fill the room. Efrain, getting closer to cumming, works Cory's ass harder. Cory wraps an arm around my hips to steady himself, screaming around a mouthful of my nuts. "Suck my dick," I order, and the younger man obediently stuffs it back in his mouth, sucking voraciously while his hands still work the shaft. I push my hair back from my face with my free hand when I suddenly get the idea. I dig my fingers into his hair, grab the back of his head, and thrust my hips forward just as Efrain slams into him again. His hand smacks into his mouth, and I still hit the back of his throat. Cory's eyes go wide and he moans loudly, so I keep fucking his face. Efrain is a sadistic freak wizard. Cory is an insatiable masochistic cumslut. They both suck dick like champs. I'm apparently not drunk enough. So, I finish off the bottle in my hand and toss it onto the couch then return to watching the two men fucking on their knees in front of me. Efrain buries his face against Cory's shoulder. His long, hard thrusts give way to deep grinding, his moans come out as growls, as he starts to cum. Cory's eyes widen as hot cum shoots into his ass. I fist my hand in his hair, shoving my cock in further as I cum myself, my jizz leaking out the sides of his mouth and down his chin. Once spent, I drop to my knees in front of them. Cory licks his lips, as if to get every drop of cum and swallow it. I catch his mouth, kissing him deeply, savoring my own spunk before Cory can swallow it completely. He lets out a satisfied moan as Efrain pulls out his dick. When I pull back, Efrain grabs the back of my neck and pull me in for a kiss, as if to take his share of the taste. Cory, pressed between our bodies, nibbles on my neck, his still hard cock rubbing against me. "He still hasn't cum yet?" I ask Efrain, who's wiping his dick off on what I hope is not my t-shirt. "Seems so. Looks like he needs to be fucked again," he reaches between us, gripping our dicks in one hand and strokes them together. "Want to get fucked again?" he purrs in Cory's ear. "Please." "Which one?" Cory meets my eyes. "Both." Efrain bites his earlobe. "Good boy." I watch the shiver play across Cory's skin. I reach up and roll a hardened nipple between my fingers. He bites his lip and hums with pleasure. Efrain looks back to me, now fully aroused from the hand rubbing my saliva slicked cock against Cory's. "Want to start him off?" I stand up, pulling Cory with me to a low couch. I sit on the very edge and motion for Cory to straddle me. He does so, immediately lining my cock up with his ass and taking it with one fluid thrust. I let him ride my cock in slow, deep strokes, feeling his ass, still wet from lube and Efrain's cum, wrap around me. Once his ass had enough time to accommodate me, I lean back against the cushions. Then, shifting my weight to my feet and shoulders, I lift my hips off the couch and begin thrusting. I start slow to match Cory's earlier pace. But, without warning I move my hands to his thighs to hold him in place before hitting him hard and fast. Cory's breath escapes in halting gasps, timed to the sound of thighs slapping against ass. Efrain steps in, grabbing the back of Cory's head and thrusting it toward his dick. As he had taken mine earlier, Cory shoves it deep in his mouth. I slow down to catch my breath, then I start slamming into his ass again. Even with a mouthful of Efrain's cock to muffle him, his screams are fucking loud. Efrain fists his hand in Cory's hair to tilt his head back. "Ready for mine?" He nods. I switch back to slow strokes as Efrain kneels behind and eases Cory forward. He spreads open Cory's ass and leans forward to lick his hole where it's stretched around my shaft. Cory and I gasp as Efrain's tongue works us both. I lift my head to draw one of Cory's nipples into my mouth and suck on it, while I continue to slowly fuck his ass. As if sensing how close I was getting to cumming, Efrain presses into the point behind my balls with his knuckle and edges me back down. He stops licking and I feel a cold trickling running down Cory's ass and onto my cock. Efrain uses his hands to spread the lube evenly, before rubbing some on himself. He positions himself behind Cory and I feel his cock press against where I am already buried. Cory braces his hands against the back of the couch and I stop thrusting. Cory whimpers as Efrain presses into him. I stroke my fingers along his cock while Efrain encourages him. "Relax, we've done this before." "That was just with toys," he pants. Efrain is halfway in and I can hear Cory's short nails dig into the upholstery. I drunkenly worry that he might rip open my couch. Odd that I'm not worried about ripping open his ass. "Oh fuck, hurry," Cory pants harder. Between the increasing tightness in Cory's ass and the feel of Efrain cock rubbing against mine, I feel like I will come undone at any moment. Efrain's in completely; his thighs brush against mine. I sit up a little, and we explore each other with hands and tongue while Cory adjusts the girth of two cocks at once. He shivers, one hand digging into my shoulder, the other reaching behind to grip Efrain. We both start moving, slow strokes to begin. Sometimes moving together, at other times pumping into him in tandem. I lose myself in the feel of the shared hole. Over me, Cory fights to speak between shuddering gasps. The words "please," "fuck," "God," "oh," and "me" tumble out of him in increasingly incoherent combinations, but we catch his meaning. I shift my weight back, sliding forward so my ass hangs off the edge of the couch, and brace my hands against the tops of Cory's thighs, as Efrain slips his hands under his arms to grip his shoulders from the front. I thrust up into his ass as Efrain thrusts forward, our balls slapping against each other. We hold his body suspended between us as we give him what he wants. We plow into Cory harder and faster, our moans rising together. Cory urges us on, begs us not to stop, demands that we fuck him harder. He grabs his dick and pulls on it. Efrain reaches up and shoves his fingers in Cory's mouth when he starts screaming too loud. Tears rolls down his cheeks and his body stiffens. Cum shoots out between his fingers, spilling across my chest. My orgasm takes me next, and I have to clench my teeth to keep from screaming myself. Efrain follows then, moaning loudly against Cory's back. Efrain and I ease out of Cory and the three of us collapse on the floor, panting and sweating on a pile of blankets and discarded clothing. I watch Cory, who lies between Efrain and me, turn over on his side, his back to me. A bite mark stands out on his shoulder. Cum has already begun to leak out of him and down his thigh, collecting in a little puddle on the floor. I am too out of it to even bother wiping his semen off my chest. Cory reaches back for my hand and pulls me against his back. Efrain had already snuggled up to his front. Our arms cross over him and I notice the teeth marks scored across Efrain's fingers. "Well, my ass is thoroughly wrecked," Cory giggles despite his raw voice, still fairly drunk. "You know what that means." "Atonement," Efrain replies, kissing him deeply. "Mea culpa, mother-fucker," he slurs against his mouth. Cory was one of those giddy drunks when his ass isn't getting reamed. He turns around to share a kiss with me. "Both of you." I raise my eyebrow. "You contributed to the wrecking," Efrain points out helpfully. "Whatever," I mutter and accept my fate. "How much alcohol did you give him?" "5 beers and most of the Jack." "Fuck, seriously?" He could get drunk off 4 beers on a full stomach. "I want a shower," Cory demands. "One of you assholes is going to have to carry me." Now that the sex was over, he probably figures it is his turn to order us around. "Not it." "Fine," I prop myself up and kiss Efrain over Cory's shoulder. "I'll carry your boyfriend off to play in the shower and you can scrub our jizz out of the carpet." "Water play? Fuck yeah!" "Consider it payment for the drinks." "You got to fuck my boyfriend." "You got to watch me fuck your boyfriend." "I think that's a fair trade," adds said fucked boyfriend. We eye each other over the drunk bottom giggling between us and I grin. "Mea culpa, mother-fucker." Wolfie Kitten Iceman Maddog Alt 02 Author's Note - Mid-way through completing "Warming Up" and about the same time I was working on "While Indie's Away, I wrote "Mea Culpa". I liked the sex scene, but I didn't like the rest. Cory seems weirdly shy here and Efrain isn't quite the Wolfie I wanted him to be. Then, in the development of the story, too many things changed and it no longer fit. Until last night, I was going to revise the opening and ending sections to keep the sex scene, but I'm too fucking lazy to dredge up another fight between them just yet. And thus the chop-chop. One of the saddest parts of being a writer is trashing things you've written. The main part of the story is 113 pages in Word. However, I know I've cut out an additional 20 pages or so because they didn't work for one reason or another. Oh, the closing PoV narrator is Mitch Lithgow. At the beginning, I planned to Oprah the fuck out of the PoVs (YOU GET A POV! AND YOU GET A POV! EVERYONE GETS A POV!). Thankfully, I had the sense to limit myself to Efrain, Cory, Indie, and Preston (in reality, there was no interesting reason to go outside of those 4. I did so here because Lithgow's interpretation of the scene was more interesting than Cory or Efrain's. I meant to play Lithgow off Teague more, so I'll have to remedy that later). This would have taken place in middle to late October. ***** Mea Culpa (WKIM Alternate #2) I make my way across the locker room to Cory's locker. My boyfriend is pulling a pair of relaxed-fit jeans over his incredibly fuckable ass. He grabs his form-fitting t-shirt and begins dragging it over his head. I try not to stare openly at the way his muscles flex under his practically hairless skin as he eases the shirt down over his stomach and reaches up to finger-comb his soft sandy blonde hair to the side. My roommate, Indie, has been teasing me about how quickly I've been tamed, but I hardly feel I got the raw end of the deal in trading my slutty whoring ways for a bottom who looks like an Abercrombie & Fitch ad come to life and likes to be tied up. Cory grimaces and starts massaging his shoulder, trying to ease some of the stiffness. He had pulled it the last time we fucked. Or, I had pulled it. Something about grabbing him behind the elbows and pulling Cory's body into my thrusts just felt right at the time, and we both enjoyed it. Scratch that - I enjoyed it; Cory fucking loved it. And, he seemed totally fine. However, he started bitching about his shoulder hurting the following morning and this week's practices seemed to make it worse. Apparently, I'm not the only one to notice. Lithgow and Teague look at him from their respective lockers. "Man, you come to practice with more injuries than you get on the field," Lithgow says off-handedly. "How the hell you accomplishing that?" Cory's dimpled cheeks turns red and he looks away. With all the crazy shit we've gotten into in the three months we've been together and he can still blush like a virgin. Of course, his reaction makes the reason pretty obvious. "Oh shit," Teague says. "It all makes sense. Cory, your girl is a freak." "My girl?" Oh, that would be me. Not a girl, but he's on the nose about the freak part. Lithgow appears to think it through. "Fuck, that would explain so much." "Like what?" "Like that one time you came in wearing sweat bands," Lithgow starts. "Bro, I remember that," Teague finishes. "Homeboy had rope burns and shit on his wrists." I saunter up to join the fun and Cory blushes harder. He's avoiding eye-contact with me by focusing on getting on his socks and shoes. Well, ain't that cute. "That wasn't what happened." Nope, that's exactly what had happened. Like I said, he likes to be tied up. "Or the time you came in with that big ass bandage over your shoulder that started bleeding in the middle of drills." "Yeah, I overheard some trainers talking about how it looked like teeth marks," Lithgow adds. "I scratched myself." I had bitten him maybe a little too hard. "Then you had a pulled hamstring." "Overdid it at the gym." I had stretched his legs maybe a little too far. "Then you had huge bruise on your hip." "Yeah, would love to hear how that happened." By this time, most of our teammates at the surrounding lockers are listening to the conversation and are probably just as curious. "Okay, I really did walk into the table that time." "Yup, he was fucking loaded," I say. "I saw the whole thing." Of course, I'd also been the one pouring drinks in him. Cory lost all sense of shame when drunk, and a shameless Cory made for a fun fuck (you just had to deal with him being giggly). Of course, he is sober now, and embarrassed and definitely not giggling. "Damn. Then you had all those hickeys on your chest and back," Lithgow says. Teague comments on the ones on his inner thigh, too. I try really hard not to lose it then. They either didn't notice, or pretended not to notice, the ones I put on his ass. "Can't forget the rug burn on his back he was trying to hide two weeks ago," I add helpfully. "Wait, I thought that was turf burn," Teague muses and Lithgow nods. "Nope, totally rug burn." Cory's slate-blue eyes narrow and his lips tense, just a slight change, but perceptible enough for me to recognize. I know my contribution to the teasing will piss him off, but I keep at it all the same. Shameless and giggly Cory is fun to ride, but he is at his best embarrassed and indignant. "But, it was only on one side," Teague counters. "Honest to God, man," I argue. "How would you even know that?" Lithgow asks. I entertain admitting that I was the one pounding his ass into the floor when it happened. I chuckle instead as Cory drags the palm of his hand over his face. Lithgow and Teague, along with everyone else in earshot, lose it. If I wasn't enjoying it so much, I would probably warn him about much he gives away with reactions like that. "Holy fuck man," Lithgow says, almost in tears from laughter. "Your girl sounds like a piece of work." I am, huh. "Shit, man," Teague adds. "Next time she tries to pull that, turn the tables. You could be all like 'Bitch, I'm callin' the shots' and slap dat ass before she slaps you." "That would be interesting," I laugh, the thought of him roughing me up in bed, instead of just on the field, making my smile a little more evil. Apparently, that comment is too much and he's had enough. Cory slaps the last of his things into his gym back and shuts his locker. Then, with a quick punch to my stomach and a "have fun walking home" shot over his shoulder, Cory stalks out of the room. A low whistle sounds after the door had closed. Lithgow and Teague look a little confused. I, rubbing where I had been jabbed, continue to laugh. While it hurt, he didn't hit me as hard as he could have - I mean, he's on the d-line, you can't hang there if you can't hit or take hits - so, I figure he isn't that pissed and he'd cool off within the hour. Right? ~*~*~*~ I didn't answer Efrain's calls or texts that night. At midnight, he sent a simple "fuck you" and stopped trying to contact me all together. I was slightly pissed off, but him getting pissed off in return just made me angrier. We avoided each other at practice the next day and both cellphones remained silent for the rest of week. Efrain broke the silence Friday afternoon. "We need to talk," he texted. "Can you come over after class?" I answered with "fine," figuring that I might as well get it over with. Efrain answers the door in his pajama bottoms and nothing else. Even without an erection, I can see an outline of his dick through the fabric. It has only been a couple days since I last saw him, but seeing him free-balling in the thin cotton pants is enough to remind my lower half of how much I miss Efrain's body (even if my mind doesn't want to admit to missing everything else). Neither of us say anything - no "hello," no "hey, I missed you," no "fuck off asshole, it's over," nothing. He just walks back to his room. Don't ask me why, but I follow. "You still mad?" he asks quietly over his shoulder as he opens the door. His chillstep playlist fills the awkward silences. "I don't know," I answer truthfully. "You?" I step inside. Hearing Efrain shut and lock the door before standing behind me, I wonder why I should give a fuck about his anger and not my own. I have every right to my anger, but I feel it slipping away from me as he runs his hands up and down my arms. "No," he whispers against my neck, lips teasing my sensitive spots. He had to have just gotten out of the shower; he smells amazing - that heady mix of soap, cologne, and his own scent that hits all the right switches in my brain. "Take off your clothes." Against my better judgement, I strip down while he watches. "You sure? You seem pretty pissed now." "I was. And you?" I shrug. Efrain runs his fingers down my spine. "On the bed, on all fours." I comply, positioning myself, my head resting on my forearms, without comment. Efrain sits behind me and draws his short nails up my legs to rest his hands on my hips. We haven't done any heavy S&M stuff beyond a few slaps, but I had expected punishment for ignoring him, and not knowing the kind and severity makes me more sensitive to each glancing touch. "You had every right to be angry," Efrain admits, which surprises me. "I wasn't careful, and you got hurt." He kneads my ass and my cock jumps in anticipation. "Then I acted like a dick. To make it worse, I got mad when I didn't have a right to." "So, what's this for?" I ask, feeling the kneading hands pull my ass open. I look over at the full length mirror on the other wall, trying to see what he is up to. "A mea culpa." Efrain leans forward. His tongue laps at my hole and my breath hitches. He swirls his tongue around then blows across where he'd gotten me wet. I arch my back with a moan. Efrain continues his assault, teasing my ass with his mouth. I'm used to his forceful and aggressive foreplay, so the tender ministrations throw me. I pant. "Good boy," he says in a pleased hum against my ass. My toes curl. God, I fucking love when he calls me that. He pulls my cheeks further apart, stretching my hole until it hurts. His tongue presses into that sensitive ache and I grind my ass against his face. His tongue probes, sucks, and swirls, roving the full length of my ass, even dipping to suck my nuts into his mouth before moving back up. My dick is probably leaking enough pre-cum to drip onto the bed. He stops briefly, and I mewl disappointedly. He chuckles and I look at him through the mirror as he sticks one of his fingers into his mouth. He lightly slaps my ass with the other hand and I inhale sharply between my teeth. "I know I'm supposed to be apologizing here, but you were asking for that one." "I'm asking for a lot, actually," I reply, meeting his eyes through the mirror. "Is that so?" he asks as he presses his wetted finger against my hole. Still watching each other in the mirror, he slaps my ass again as his finger slips inside. I moan loudly and he slaps me again. He turns to wet a finger on the other hand. Before the first finger is buried in me, he presses the second inside. My breathing is already ragged and hard when his tongue joins the fray. I stretch my arms out to fist my hands in the bed spread, my face pressing into the fabric and my back arching to allow him better access. He pulls his hands apart slightly and his tongue dives between. I whimper helplessly into the covers. Efrain shifts his hands slightly, so his fingers press against my prostate, and begins fucking me slowly with his fingers. He sticks each thumb in his mouth and starts rubbing my blood-engorged perineum in small circles. My moans rise an octave or two, punctuated by intermittent curses, and I'm glad my voice is muffled by the bed. After one last lick, he sits back to watch. This makes me squirm more than having his tongue in my ass. I feel the pressure in my balls build, I knew I'm getting close. He had to know it, too, so I expect him to increase the pressure to tip me over the edge or do something to pull me back. However, he maintains that slow fucking pace and doesn't edge me back. My dick is so hard it jumps in time with my pulse. I need to cum so bad I ache. I swear he knows that, too, but he just keeps going. I moan in frustration. "'Rain," I call, hating the whining edge in my voice. "Can I touch my dick?" He would usually smack my hands away if I did that without his permission, but I am too close to breaking to realize he can't do that with both of them stuck in my ass. "CC," he murmurs. "How can I say 'no'?" As I reach back, I lift my head to look at my cock in the mirror. It has leaked more than enough pre-cum to drip. A long, sticky trail of it extends from my head to the covers. Other pearl of pre quivers at the tip, threatening to spill over. I gather as much of it as I could on my fingertips and use it slick my hand before wrapping my fingers around the head. I nearly cry out from the sensation. My ass clenches hard and Efrain laughs, knowing what had caused it. I really do cry out as I rub my hand down the shaft and have to bury my face in the bedspread again. I try to match the rhythm of his hands, but my growing need drives me to speed up. He increases his pace to match me. I work my hand harder on my cock a few more times, that being all it needs to start shooting thick cum in a small puddle under me. Efrain slips his fingers from me and quickly strips off his pjs. Then, his hands are back on my hips, pushing me down. Confused, I stretch out to lay down under him, my dick in the little pool of cum I had just made. "What's this about?" I pant, still out of breath from cumming. "My turn." I look in the mirror at him as he nudges my legs together and kneels astride me. "Even if you were justified, you still ignored me and that did piss me off." Then he adds distractedly "I almost forgot that you punched me, too." Oh, fuck. He reaches over to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube. He pulls my asscheeks apart with one hand and squirts a liberal amount over my hole. Lube drips down my crack and over my nuts as he scoots forward until his groin is right under my ass. He leans forward onto his forearms, his chest resting on my back, his cock rubbing against my ass. I lift my hips a little to adjust my dick, which is getting hard again. Efrain kisses and sucks on my neck and shoulders. His hips grind mine into the bed, rubbing my dick in my own cum. It was still warm when he first pushed me down, now it's fucking cold, which arouses me even more. I arch my neck back, turning my head to kiss him. My tongue rolls with his as he angles his hips, using a hand to position himself against me. He presses into me, then, his head easing into me. Between the rimming and finger fucking, my ass is open and eager, so he enters effortlessly. He fucks me slowly, still laying on top of me, his hands reaching up to twine our fingers together. Even though my ass is relaxed enough to take him, with my legs pressed together he feels thicker. I'm sure my ass is gripping him tighter than usual, too. We pant and moan into each other's mouths. Efrain nibbles on my neck and shoulders some more, then sits upright on me, his hands on my hips to steady himself. Curious, I watch him in the mirror. He spreads me apart as he moves, watching his dick slide in and out of my ass. A delicious shudder runs from the top of my head down to my toes. Then Efrain picks up the pace. I turn my face back into the bedspread as he fucks me hard and fast. The hands prying my cheeks apart dig into me painfully, stretch me open until I think I might tear. I rub my dick against the covers, humping the wet spot. He keeps at it, his breathing becoming as ragged and hard as mine. Efrain shifts his hands on my hips, lifting me slightly. The slight change angles his trajectory directly over a sensitive spot. The pressure behind my balls becomes painful, and I nearly cry with how badly I need to cum. Efrain adds the pull of his arms to the thrust of his hips and I have to brace my hands against the headboard to keep from moving around so much. Between my push and his pull and thrust, my ass is getting hammered so hard I know I'll have bruises, but God it's driving me further and further to climax. I stuff my mouth full of the bedspread to muffle my screams as cum shoots out of my dick, soaking the covers in almost the exact same spot. Above me, Efrain pitches forward and slides his hands under my arms to grab my shoulders. He slams into me even harder than before, painful shocks radiating out from my hips into my lower back. Over and over, he rams his cock into me. I scream louder until he stiffens and orgasms, dropping his head to rest between my shoulder blades while he wraps his arms around me. After a few steadying breaths, he seems ready to talk. "Cory, I'm sorry for acting like a douche." Silently, I nod. "Forgiven?" I spit out his bedspread. "Yeah." We lay there for a bit, until his cock softens and falls out of me on its own. He cleans us up with his discarded pjs and we curl up together under the blankets. ~*~*~*~ I don't know which is more annoying - Card and Garza when they're pissed off at each other, or Card and Garza now that they have kissed and made up. I'm still kinda lost on what that was about, but whatever. However, if the way he's trying to discreetly massage his lower back is any sign, Card wasn't able to get his girl to lay off. He's on the small side for a linebacker, but she seriously has to be pulling some freaky ass shit to throw out a 19 year old guy's back in bed. Also, I seriously need to help him understand what "discreetly" actually means. Card leans forward to tie his shoes and winces. He's trying pretty hard to hide it, but it's obvious even to Teague, and that asshole doesn't have the sense God gave a dishrag. "Yo, man. What's up with your back?" "Moving boxes," he answers too hastily. "Yeah, have to lift with your knees, man." Figured I'd help him out before Teague makes the next logical leap... "Damn, Lithgow. There's a bad joke in there somewhere." ...or Garza walks into the conversation. Card rolls his eyes and pointedly ignores both of them. Unfortunately for him, Teague seems to have brilliant idea. "A safeword." "Come again?" "Yeah, like, when you're like into BDSM and shit," Teague starts. He has to slow down on the letters to remember which ones go where. "Yeah, yeah, safewords," Garza says. "Exactly. You can't be doing that kinky sex shit without some kinda safeword," he elaborates. "You know, that makes a lot of sense," Card says, zipping his duffle bag and throwing on his hoodie. "I'd be less likely to fall victim to inept tops." For some reason, Garza cocks his eyebrow and Card looks pretty smug. The rest of our teammates don't exactly stop what they're doing, but they're paying attention in case Card decks him again. I admit, him punching Garza in the stomach was pretty fucking funny, even if we did have to deal with their lover's spat afterwards. Wait... Fuck, why didn't I see that sooner? I start flipping through their Facebook feeds. I remember when Garza joined last season, I didn't see any pics of him with girls and assumed he was one of those guys that avoided cameras so his girls never knew when he had others on the side. Obviously picking up on the same vibe I'm getting, just without the resources to make sense of it, Teague jumps back in. "See, you get it. Just have to pick something you wouldn't normally say in bed. Could use Garza's name or something." Yeah, and Card had some pictures with chicks, but for about four months it's been the two of them in everything. They even come to practice together most days. Wolfie Kitten Iceman Maddog Alt 02 "That wouldn't work, man," Garza says thoughtfully. "It has to be something he doesn't say in bed." He has his turn at looking smug. Card stands up straight and folds his arms over his chest. His eyes narrow. "You're going to make me pay for that, aren't you?" Garza says, but he still looks pretty smug about it. "Yup." The rest of the room is silent. I guess everyone's waiting for it. I keep scrolling through their pictures. I know it's not my imagination, but I've seen this picture before. "Guess you're walking home again." "We took my car." "Oh." Card pulls a set of keys from his pocket. "You're right, these are your keys." I find what I'm looking for in time to look up and see Garza's cocksure grin falter. "Cory..." "See you at home, 'Rain," he says with a grin and slings his bag over his shoulder. He walks away, spinning Garza's keys on his finger and whistling tunelessly. "Oh hey, your house key." Garza's jaw hangs open as the door shuts, the entire football team witness to yet another time Card has gotten the upper hand in their relationship. "You should probably chase him down before he locks you out," I suggest. "Maybe this time, let him throw your back out." This seems to knock him out of his stupor. "Oh, so you finally picked up on that." "You weren't exactly hiding it." "You all are just really dense." And, he walks off, presumably to get back in his boyfriend's good graces and/or his house. "What the hell is he talking about?" poor Teague has taken one too many hits to the head. "What just happened?" So, I show him the picture - the two of them at some party, arms around each other, Card sporting this huge grin, and Garza laying one on him. Teague stares at it until he's cross-eyed.