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"Can't sleep, Hayes?", Coach’s voice cut through the silence in the bedroom.
I froze. Breath caught in my throat.
The sheet rustled softly as he rolled toward me. Not touching. But closer. Much closer. His heat pressed against my back like a wall. His breath stirred the hair at the nape of my neck.
"Yeah, Coach," I whispered, barely audible. "You too?"
His hand moved under the sheet, slow and deliberate, settling warm and heavy on my hip.
"Neither can I," he murmured, voice gravel and need.
"Too wired about tomorrow?" he asked. Voice quieter now. Almost gentle.
"Yeah," I said. "Tournament nerves."
He exhaled slowly. "The first one is always rough. You will be fine. You have good eyes. The boys trust your calls."
Silence stretched again. Thick. Heavy.
I felt him shift once more. His knee brushed the back of my thigh under the sheet. Accidental. Or not. The contact sent a fresh jolt straight to my groin. My cock throbbed, leaking a wet spot against the fabric of my shorts.
My ass pushed back instinctively. There was something about being so close to him, having my ass inches away from his cock, that made control impossible anymore. The memory of yesterday flooded back, his thick six and a half inches pulsing in my fist, the hot ropes of cum painting his abs and chest. Now his body was right here, naked under the sheet, and every nerve in me screamed to feel him again.
He cleared his throat. "You seem in a mood, Hayes."
My breath caught. "Sorry, is it weird?"
Another long pause.
Then I felt him dragging his entire body toward me from behind, coming closer. His chest pressed against my back, his arm sliding around my waist. He pulled my hips back toward his crotch in one firm motion. His cock, already starting to harden, nestled right against the cleft of my ass through my shorts. Thick. Hot. Growing by the second.
"Not if you make it weird," he said.
I swallowed. Turned my head a little, just enough to see his face in the dark. Right behind me. Beard shadowed, eyes open and locked on mine.
"Thought it was one-time, Coach," I whispered.
"It was supposed to be." His voice roughened. "But Lying here next to you, knowing you are hard right now because of me… it is fucking with my head, Hayes."
He was right. I had been rock hard from the moment I stepped back into this room. The second I saw him shirtless under the sheet, the second I caught that glimpse of his soft cock resting heavy against his thigh, my body had betrayed me completely. My cock ached, leaking steadily into my shorts, begging for any kind of contact.
I could not speak. My cock pulsed harder. I kept grinding my ass back against his cock, slow circles at first, then deeper. I felt it thicken fully against me, the thick shaft tapping along my crack through the fabric, the head nudging lower with every roll of my hips.
He moaned loudly. The sound vibrated through his chest into my back. His hand slid from my waist to the waistband of my shorts.
"Can I take these off?" he asked, voice low and rough.
I bit my lip and whimpered. "Yeah."
His fingers hooked into the waistband. He tugged my shorts and underwear down together in one slow pull, dragging them to mid-thigh. Cool air hit my bare ass. Then his cock, now fully hard and free under the sheet, pressed directly against my naked skin; hot and thick. The head nudged between my cheeks, already leaking with pre-cum. I felt every inch of him: six and a half inches of veiny meat moving along my crack, the fat head brushing the base of my spine then gliding lower, closer to my hole with every slow thrust of his hips.
I started grinding harder. My bare ass worked back against him, cheeks spreading around his shaft. He groaned again, deeper this time. His hand returned to my hip, holding me steady while he rocked forward. The mattress rocked faintly with us. Low grunts started in his throat.
He spread my cheeks with one big hand, opening me wider. His cock slid between them properly now, up and down the entire length of my crack. The tip nudged against my hole every single pass, teasing, pressing, never entering but making my hole twitch and flutter each time it kissed the tight ring.
"Coach," I breathed.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, mouth hovering near my ear, breath hot against my skin.
"No," I whispered.
He kept sliding. Faster now. The head of his cock nudged my hole again and again, leaving a trail of pre-cum that made everything slicker, hotter. My own hand slid down. I wrapped it around my cock and started stroking, matching his rhythm. Pre-cum leaked over my fingers, making wet sounds under the sheet.
He groaned louder. "Fuck. Yeah. That ass is so fucking so warm."
I moaned. The sound slipped out before I could stop it. Every time the tip of his cock touched my hole my whole body clenched. My hole twitched hard, like it was trying to pull him in even though we both knew we were not going there tonight. I stroked myself faster, fist flying over my shaft, thumb circling the head on every upstroke.
Grayson got more dominant. His hips snapped harder. He held my waist tight, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. The head kept nudging my hole, sliding through the pre-cum covered crack, the thick shaft rubbing between my cheeks.
"Mhmm, Hayes… fuck," he grunted.
"Aah… shit, Coach" I moaned as his tip pressed against my hole again. My hole twitched violently. My balls drew up tight. I stroked myself desperately now, fist working fast.
He tensed all over. His abs flexed against my back. His hand gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks. "Shit… here I go."
Thick ropes erupted between my cheeks. Hot. Heavy. The first one splattered right against my hole, coating the tight ring. The second and third pulsed lower, running down my crack and dripping onto my thighs. More followed, coating his shaft, my cheeks, the inside of my crack. The smell of his cum filled the bed, sharp and musky, mixing with sweat and pre-cum until the air felt thick with it.
The feel of his load painting my hole and crack sent me over the edge. I came hard in my fist. Ropes shot across my stomach and thigh, spilling over my knuckles, dripping onto the sheet. My legs shook. My hole clenched around nothing as wave after wave rolled through me.
We lay there panting. Cum cooling on our skin. Silence thick again.
Grayson stayed pressed against me for a long moment. His cock softened slowly between my cheeks, still dripping with his own release. Then he pulled back. The mattress shifted. He reached to the nightstand, grabbed the towel that had been left there earlier. He wiped his cock first, slow and thorough. Then he passed the towel to me without a word.
I took it. My voice came out shaky. "I will just… go wash it off."
I stood on legs that felt like jelly. Shorts and underwear still bunched around my thighs. Cum sticky between my cheeks, running down the inside of my thighs, coating my hole. I walked to the bathroom, closed the door quietly, flicked on the light.
The mirror showed my flushed face, my cock still half-hard and glistening with my cum. I turned on the sink, grabbed the towel, and cleaned myself carefully. Grayson’s cum was everywhere between my cheeks. Thick. Warm. I wiped it from my hole, from the crack, from my thighs. The sticky feeling lingered even after I washed. Every swipe reminded me how close his cock had been to sliding inside me. How much I had wanted it even though neither of us had said the words.
I stared at my reflection. We had just broken our own rule on the very first night. We had promised ourselves it was a one-time thing in the sauna. We had promised ourselves again when we climbed into this bed. And here we were, grinding like animals, his cum still warm between my cheeks, my own load drying on the sheet. The tournament had not even started yet. Weigh-ins were in a few hours. Him pacing the sidelines, barking orders like nothing had happened.
I did not know what else was coming this weekend. I did not know what would happen when we got back to campus. All I knew was that whatever this was between us had already grown bigger than both of us. And it was not stopping.
I turned off the light. Walked back into the dark room. Grayson lay on his back again, sheet pulled up, breathing steady but not asleep. His cock was still half-hard under the sheet, outline visible.
I slid back into bed. Faced away. The mattress dipped. Our bodies stayed close. The smell of our cum still hung in the air.
Morning would come soon. The tournament would start. We would have to pretend everything was normal in front of the boys.
But right now, in this dark hotel room, with his cum still sticky on my skin and his body heat pressing against my back, I knew one thing for certain.
We were never going to be able to stop at one-time again.
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