A Love Like War

"My boys," Coach Smithers spoke as he clamped his hands together, "you have done me proud tonight. But, God, I'm going to have thank you, Mr. Barakat, for scoring us that winning goal. Phenomenal job tonight, Jack, and all of you." I couldn't help but look over at Jack, who was sitting on the bench with a towel of his amazing body, and his hair soaking wet. I grinned at the sight of him, and when he noticed me, he puckered his lips at me to blow me a kiss. I pretended to catch it with my hands, and I smothered the air kiss all over my lips. "Now, boys, I will see you all tomorrow afternoon for practice. Since we won, of course, it'll be an easy two hour practice instead of four. Have a great night." With that, all the boys, along with Coach, exited the room in a bundle of mindless chatter and laughs. Jack and I stared at one another, smirks upon our faces, as we watched the swarm of people leave.

The minute everyone exited, Jack ran towards the door and shut it quietly, so no one was alerted of our presence in the locker room. Once the door was securely shut, he turned to me with a cheeky smile. "So," he mumbled as he strutted towards me, "what will this reward be, baby? What do I get in celebration of my big win?" I couldn't help but laugh at him; he was such an idiot sometimes, especially when he tried to act seductive.

"Oh, you know," I yanked him down by wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, so our noses would mush together softly, "maybe a little fucking around in the showers? I know shower sex is your favorite." Jack wiggled his brows to do a little dance.

"You know me so well." He pecked my lips softly before proceeding to lift me off the floor and drag me over to the showers. We picked the shower that was in the corner of the room, so if God forbid anyone came in, they wouldn't be able to see us or what we were doing. Jack and I didn't turn the water on just yet; we needed to do a little making out and teasing before the water could turn on.

We began the session with our lips smacking together roughly. My hands couldn't keep themselves off his slim, muscular body. The towel was the only thing keeping me from his privates, and I appreciated it being their for a short bit. I didn't want him to get too turn on too quickly; I wanted his celebration to last. Instead, my hands would grip onto his dimpled back, pushing him closer to my fully clothed body. Jack's tongue was fighting my tongue, inside of my mouth, for dominance. Although I wanted to be the dominant one, I allowed him to win this round. His tongue began to press itself against mine, massaging it gently. Moans escaped the back of my throat and into Jack's own mouth.

Jack's hands were clasping under my shirt, and soon enough, he was pulling it over my head which disconnected our lips for a short bit. I let out a heavy sigh when the shirt upon my back was removed. Before I could yank him back in for passionate, rough kisses, Jack was spinning me around to where I was now, on my stomach, against the tiled wall. "J-Jack," I stammered out, "what are you doing?"

"I want to be dominant tonight. I won the game, didn't I? Don't I get to dominate over you tonight?" God, I didn't want to hear that. Being top, or the dominant one, of our sex sessions was my favorite thing. But, he was right -- he did win tonight's game for the team. As a result, I gave a short, hesitant nod. That made Jack give me a grin along with a kiss upon my cheek.

"You're the best. Now," Jack took his palm and slapped my shorts-clad ass, "shut the fuck up and let the master do his work." Master? Well, Jack was already getting into this whole 'dominant character', wasn't he? I felt as Jack pulled down my silky shorts along with my striped boxers. The cold air of the locker room hit my skin like a bag of bricks, causing goosebumps to splash all over my pale body. Jack grinned at the sight, giving my, now bare, ass a harsh slap. I let out a squeak that would come out of a spanked five year old, pressing my cheek harder against the tiled wall.

Right as my cheek got comfortable against the wall, Jack spun me around once more. He pointed to the floor which made me cock a brow upwards. "Knees on the ground, Alex." Ah, now I got it. I knelt down on the floor to where his soft cock was in front of my face. I grinned up at him, and he knew that I knew exactly what he wanted. Slowly, I took hold of his member and began to jerk it off. My movements were slow, almost like a tease, and my delayed movements made Jack's head fall backwards. His moans were released from his nostrils -- soft, quiet breaths. His hands foraged around to find my sandy hair, and when they discovered where it was, they clutched onto my head tightly. I hissed, for it stung at how tight the grip was; however, I soon grew accustomed to the grip.

Me jerking him off wasn't enough, I suppose, because just a few minutes into it, Jack was pushing my head practically into his dick. "Suck me, motherfucker." he snapped down to me. I nodded, not wanting to disobey him. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around him. The minute the warmth of my mouth hugged his length, Jack melted into a moaning mess. He continued to push my head down onto him, making his member reach the back of throat. The contact his tip had with my gag reflex was enough to make me begin to gag. Not wanting to throw up all over my boyfriend, I pulled him out slowly, a thick string of saliva still connecting my lips to his member.

Jack admired the art he was creating below him; I could see him smiling down at me from the corner of my eye. I sucked off his, now erect, member for minutes until he finally released me from it. I thought it would be my turn to be sucked off, but I was sorely mistaken. He yanked me back up into a standing position, and ordered, "Put your hands against the wall and stick that pretty ass out for me." I followed what he said, getting into his desired position. Jack spread my ass cheeks apart, and I could hear him sucking on his fingers to moisten them up. We were in a locker room; we didn't have lube.

His fingers came in contact with my tight asshole, and I whimpered quietly. One finger entered me, and when I adjusted, he added another ... and another. Soon, three fingers scissored inside of my entrance. Moans were coming from me like bullets from a machine gun; they were uncontrollable. I was soon stretched out enough for his liking, and he removed his fingers swiftly. The quickness of his removal was enough to rip another moan from the back of my throat. Not even seconds after his fingers' exit, the tip of his dick was rummaging around my stretched hole. "You want me in there, baby?" Jack asked, his lips pressed against my shoulder, "You want me in that pretty little hole of yours?"

My lip was now in between my two front teeth. I was nibbling so hard that I could taste the lingering taste of metal in my mouth. "Y-Yes, Jack. I want you in me." That was enough to set Jack to work. Quickly, but gently, Jack pushed his member inside of me. "Oh my God.." I heaved out.

"Turn it on. The Water." Jack mumbled through his, starting, heavy breaths. Obeying, I twisted the water knob to a reasonable temperature. Instantly, the water began to shower against our bare bodies. The water of the shower could surely work as another set of lube for Jack. He thrusted himself in and out of me with a steady pace, and soon, a clapping was emitted from our wet bodies collided together. Our moans entered the air of the room, creating a symphony. As he fucked me, I jerked myself off to help reach myself closer to climax. Jack laughed at my actions, whispering, "Jerking yourself off, huh? Am I not enough to make you cum?" I could hear the joking in his tone.

"Oh, trust me, you're en -- oh fuck!" There it was -- it hit my sweet spot. His dick was now ramming into my prostate, sending shocks of pleasure through my body and up my arched spine. The more he bashed himself into my sweet spot, the more my dick twitched. I tried so hard to keep myself from cumming; I was clenching my muscles and gut. However, it wasn't enough. I let out one final yelp of, "God, I can't hold back! Here it comes!", before my sticky, white seed was spread out all over the tiled wall before me. My orgasm and moans that followed were enough to send Jack to his peak. His cum drenched my spongy walls, and we both were sent down to the ground in heaves.

Our bums plopped onto the floor, and we were cross legged just mere inches apart. Our heaves were now the symphony of the room along with the sprinkling of water from the shower head. I looked over at Jack through my drooping lids, and he was doing the same. "I-I love you," I muttered, "so so so much."

"I love you, too, baby-boy. You know, you really fucking send a guy to their peak with those moans of your's. Music to my ears."

Notes

eh, pretty boring chapter ???

well, there was smut so yay.

xoxo krys