The Exploration Of Nate

CHAPTER XVI

NICE TRY

The following week Nate knew it was time to start applying himself to his photography, he'd emailed and accepted the job offer. Turns out they wanted him full time. Nate took advantage and gave himself a two week holiday. No notice required in the shop and he started officially in October. 

Things with Scott were getting better and better every day. Liv had teased him recently for being so smug. 

"I genuinely think if someone was to come to the flat and rob you blind of everything or mug you in the street you'd just smile like this and let them take what they wanted. Am I right?"

"That’s about the measure of it, yeah. Apart from my camera and Scott's portfolio of course." He laughed. They were in the shopping centre browsing options for the upcoming night at Suede the following weekend. 

"What’s a gay version of a WAG, but a rugby equivalent? Scott's asked me to watch him play tonight and I'm curious what that makes me. I'm with the captain, don't you know?" He fluttered his eyes at her.

"It’s 2024 Nate, its ok not to label it. That being said, good question. Maybe GWAG?" They both snorted at the preposterous suggestion. 

"Christ, there's nothing here. Fancy having a look in the charity shops? I'm thinking grandmother on acid vibes for this thing. Any idea what to get Scott to wear? Perhaps he can wear a shiny version of his chino and short combo he loves?" She teased.

"Haha, god I wouldn't change anything about him. He's cute when he wants to be, then he's the most manly man I've ever met, all wrapped up in one. Just last night he just collapsed on me and used me as a pillow. No questions. No talk. Just napped for 2 hours on me. I stared at him for two solid hours. I need hobbies." He laughed to himself.

"Oh fuck off. Jesus. Sickeningly cute. But seriously, what?"

"He's got an incredible body and I love his hair. The most amazing colour. It's like fire. I'm going to order him something and see what he thinks. He's not into fashion in any way really, in fact I think it scares him. I made him look through some fashion show clips the other night and he just looked completely baffled."

"I'll leave it with you. Uh, did you just use the L word Mr Anderson?”

“Fuck. Yeah, but about his hair. There’s a loophole for the L word, I was using it as an adjective.” He clarified. He wasn’t sure if he was clarifying to Liv or himself.

“I’m joking. But, you’re definitely falling for our beautiful giant. Just look after this will you?” She tapped his chest. Nate loved how protective of him she was. “Anyway loser, let's get out of here and have a look through some old 80s treasures in the charity shops. One woman's granny dress is a Mugler dupe to me." She turned in her kitten heels and led the way. He followed, slightly lost in his feelings. 

SCOTT: Babe, picking you up at 4:30. I need to be there for 5. We staying at yours or mine tonight? If my team wins, shall we celebrate with some drinks? And a scrum of our own?

Nate giggled while sipping his coffee with Liv. 

NATE: Hello my FG. Shall we say yours? I can stay for a few days. I’ll pack more stuff save me coming back and forth. Might bring my laptop and camera and do some editing. Is that ok? I don’t want to fill your pristine place with my crap.

SCOTT: It’s not your crap. It’s part of you. Therefore I want it all. Bring whatever you want. If you need anything else we can go back or I’ll get you what you need. I’ll get drinks when I finish. See you later. X

Pet names had already been established. Scott had already taken to calling Nate ‘babe’ or ‘baby,’ he was only called Nate if Scott was in a playful mood or about to blow his load. Nate had quickly taken to calling Scott his ‘Forest Giant’ for obvious reasons. He couldn’t get their sick day out of his head. FG for short. Scott was quickly replaced with ‘My Forest Giant’ in his phone book. Followed by a tree, egg plant and water splash emoji. He still tensed when his phone rang at having to explain that to people who saw it.

“Ok, we’re done. I’m going with that black and white sequin dress. What do you think? Extra enough?” She pulled the dress out of the bag slightly. 

“I adore it. It looks so expensive. What was the label?” Nate’s eyes widened at the dress only they could both appreciate. 

“Mugler. I’m not even kidding. £100 for something that could easily cost over a grand back in the day if not more. This bitch has stories.” She declared. Beaming.

“Shut the fuck up. That’s incredible! Ok, you’ve upped the ante now. Pressure is on.” Nate said excitedly. “I think the only labels Scott is familiar with are BMW, Rolex and Ralph Lauren. I’ll have to explain this find to him. But, he wouldn’t get it.” He smiled.

“Educate your man. Let the battle commence baby.”

LATER

SCOTT: Outside. 

Nate grabbed his stuff and ran out to Scott’s car. 

“Hey.” Nate said as he got in.

Scott reached for Nate, grabbed his rucksack and placed it on the back seat and took Nate’s face for a deep kiss. “Fuck I’ve missed you.”

“You too. You look way too hot in your kit.” Nate glanced down and saw Scott’s hard cock outlined in his black shorts. 

“Baby, I’m sorry, this just happens when he’s around you. I can’t control him.” He spread his legs suggestively. Nate took in the beautiful golden skin, peppered with blonde-red hair. He marvelled at the thighs. Responsible for giving him some the most exciting sex he’d ever had. 

“You never need to apologise for that. Would a pre match load help you out?” He reached across and squeezed the bulge that was still growing.

“That could help. Let me get on the road a little.” Scott hurried the car into motion at the prospect of what was coming next. Nate had worked Scott’s cock free and pulled on hit hard through the left leg of Scott’s shorts. 

“You’re seriously going to help me out with a prematch blowjob?” He spread his legs further while they took the motorway. 

Nate smiled and reached his body over and stuffed Scott’s cock greedily into his mouth. 

“Take that as a yes. Fuck baby, someone’s hungry.” Scott ran a hand from Nate’s arse up his back and held his neck down. Nate spluttered but buried himself in Scott’s lap. Careful not to mess Nate’s man-bun. They couldn't arrive in a state. 

Nate reached a finger under Scott’s hole and rubbed it hard while taking the cock in. 

“Oh that’s new. Keep doing that. Fuck.” Scott snapped his hips forward to give Nate more of his hole. He began rubbing deeper and deeper. 

Scott began to squirm. Nate pressed harder. Scott gasped and Nate held himself for the inevitable load that was soon to be deposited deep into his throat. 

“Shit. Yes. That was hot.” Scott lifted his hand of Nate’s neck. Nate rose, wiping his mouth and eyes. Checking himself in the mirror.

“Imagine carrying that around in your balls all through the match? Glad I could help out.” He chuckled at Scott. 

“You need to that ass thing to me again. I loved that. Got me there quicker than I ever have before. Thank you for helping me out babe. I’ll win this match for you now.” Scott gripped the steering wheel harder while popping his cock back into his underwear. 

Nate smiled. “We definitely can do that again.” He confirmed.

“You better win. I’m expecting a Scott sized celebration later. I’m talking wake up the neighbours hard.” He grabbed his man’s leg as they drove.

“Oh you can count on that. Shut up now or I’ll have you back over that arm rest again.” Scott warned.

Nate laughed, happy with absolutely everything. 

As they pulled into the car park Nate recognised Andy and Rob’s cars. He hadn’t made the connection they might be playing tonight. Or to ask. No worries, he’d messaged them already about his news. They couldn’t care less. He was happy. They were happy. Perfect.

“Ok, I’ve got to head in and make sure the team are good to go. Are you ok out here? I’ve told Mike’s wife to meet you. She’ll be along in a sec. I’ll text her now. She’s one hell of a laugh. Rachel. She can drink better than we can.” Scott tapped away on his phone.

“Ah babe you didn’t need to do that. I’m fine. Thank you though. Will be nice to meet some of your friends and the WAGS. I think I may know some people here anyway.”

The WAG joke was lost on Scott. Nate could literally see the words fly over his head. “Ok great. Here’s the keys. Come back to the car whenever you want.”

Next there was a rattling of hands on the driver window. 

“Rach!” Scott opened the door to great the pretty brunette. He hugged her. “How are you? This is Nate. Keep an eye on him for me. Babe, I’ll catch you later.” Scott left to go into the club building.

“Nice to meet you Rachel. I didn’t need a chaperone but thanks all the same.”

“Oh god no, it’s fine. Scott’s just looking out for you. You’ve made quite the impression on him. It’s made quite a few headlines around here, you’re the one who’s tamed our fiery captain. I’m impressed.” Rach reached out and tapped Nate on the shoulder.

“Wow, thanks. He’s quite something isn’t he? So do we grab a coffee and wait it out by the pitch?” Nate enquired.

“Oh fuck that. Best part about all this, we get to kick back and have fun while they muck about on the pitch. To the bar my friend! Don’t worry, we won’t miss any of the match. So you’ll see your man declare a try in your honour I’m sure.” She grabbed him by the shoulders and walked him into the bar. 

Nate was obsessed with Rachel already. 

Walking in, Nate heard his name called. Rob’s wife Nicola came running over. 

“Natey boy. Good to see you.” She pulled him in for a hug and took him to one side. “I’m so happy for you! Rob told me.”

“Hey thanks! Looking to get in with the rugby WAGS tonight. This is going to sound so stupid, but is Rob on the same team? Crossed my mind I never asked Scott or Rob for that matter.”

“Hold up. Scott is your other half? You’re kidding? He’s our eye candy on the pitch. We’re heartbroken he bats for the other team, but at least we all get to hang out with him shamelessly. Next best thing. Fuck, you lucky boy.” She squeezed his shoulders. “Uh, no Rob plays for the opposite team. All friendly, everyone is really close so it’s all harmless stuff. I won’t be giving you daggers from across the pitch.” She teased him.

“Uh yeah I am. He’s perfect isn’t he? I’ll have to wind Rob up about this!” Nate laughed.

“Oh please do. Rob’s captain of the other team, they have a friendly rivalry. Kinda hot to watch actually. Sorry that’s weird, Rob’s your friend.” 

“All good, we can both appreciate masculine rivalry. Hey, we need to go out. Fancy joining us at Suede next weekend? I can get you a ticket?”

“I’m in! Can Rach come? We’re joined at the hip even though we’re on opposite sides in this.” Nicola beamed waving her hands around. 

“Yes! Let’s have her too. Meeting at mine first. Remember Liv from my old work? She’s coming and Chris? You’ll get to hang out ‘shamelessly’ with Scott too.” Nate teased her about her man crush.

“Perfect, can’t wait! Send me the details when you get a chance.”

LATER

The match was a triumph for Scott’s team. There was five minutes left and Nate was enthralled watching Scott command the field. He was smitten with Scott’s leadership. It was better than any kind of day long sexting or torturous drawn out foreplay. Scott was laser focussed on the game, berating the team when they didn’t pay attention and grabbing team mates in bear hugs when they scored. Nate couldn’t take his eyes off him. Covered in sweat and mud, Scott looked every inch the alpha male. 

Nate tensed as he saw Scott grab the rugby ball and hold it tight against his broad chest and squat into a run. His size and strength allowed him to dart amongst the other team and thunder toward the try line. He lept and smashed the ball to the ground, sliding along the grass. 

Scott jumped up, looked at Nate and pointed. Signalling that the try was absolutely for him. He did promise he would. Nate roared along with everyone else at his man, his captain’s success. 

Running off the pitch, the other team graciously congratulated Scott’s side. Rob jogged over first. 

“Hell of a guy there Nate. Happy for you both, even if he is my rival!” He tapped Nate on the shoulder as he ran over to Nicola. 

Then, there he was. His giant, jogging toward him. Sweaty, muddy and fresh from battle.

“Told you’d score for you babe. Hope I did you proud.” Scott arrived in front of Nate and downed a bottle of water while pulling him in for a hug. Nate took in his man. The heat, his minty breath, the heaving of his chest. He needed to get him home now. 

“You were insane out there. You absolutely did me proud. That was better than any foreplay.” Nate grinned at him.

“Really? Tell me what I get tonight.” Steeling a moment in the car park, Scott put a huge arm around Nate’s neck and kissed his earlobe and growled. 

“Everything. Whatever you want.” Nate pushed his body against Scott’s.

SCOTT’S APARTMENT

Scott showered while Nate waited on the sofa in his lounge shorts with wine. Beige knit - enough to cover everything but revealing enough to drive Scott wild.

Scott walked into the living area, towel wrapped at his waist and continued to rub his hair with another. He knew what he was doing. Nate looked up at the body in front of him. Pinky white pecs fresh from the shower. A flash of dark read chest hair beginning to dry and curl. A solid stomach overlayed with bulging abs. The towel cupping the porcelain cheeks beneath. Nate couldnt hold back anymore. He gulped his wine and got to work.

Sitting forward he pulled Scott’s towel free. Scott’s cock flopped forward lazily. Nate grabbed it and held it upright to his mouth.

“So, my captain ready for his reward?” He licked the pink head and tucked his tongue under the foreskin. “Is captain ready to have his cock taken care of?” He took the shaft deep into his mouth and felt it harden further before relasing himself. “Is captain going to use that body to fuck me?” He took another full slurp of Scott’s cock. 

Scott had dropped his other towel and stood with his arms either side, completely at Nate’s mouth’s mercy. Breathing hard.

“Get on your back and spread those cheeks for me.” Scott continued in his wide stance and started jacking his cock hard. Nate rolled back and raised his cheeks upward. Running a hand across his hole. 

“Yeah, play with your hole. I want your pussy begging.” Scott jacked harder. Breathing faster. Pecs bouncing.

Nate slapped his hole, then sucked his right middle finger before driving it deep into his hole. He dropped in and out, in and out, working up a speed causing a wet rasping to fill the room.

“Keep going baby. You’re getting me so wound up.” Scott huffed and carried on pulling at his generous meet. 

“Scott, come eat me. Please. Oh my god.” Nate pleaded.

“Anyting for you.” Scott dropped to his knees and crawled to his favourite place, between Nate’s smooth, pert cheeks. His hole puckered. Scott grabbed both of Nate’s globes and pulled them apart. Nate felt himself open. A coldness tickled his hole. Soon it was warm again. His captain’s mouth engulfed his hole. Nate shuddered at the sensation of Scott’s chin hair rubbing at the space where his cheeks parted. 

In a show of appreciation, Nate grabbed the fiery hair of his star rugby player and held it. He adored the intensity in Scott’s eyes while his tongue danced in his hole. Scott kept Nate guessing and introduced two fingers, pushing his index and middle finger deep, darting in tandem with his tongue. Nate’s toes curled. 

“Oh Scott you’re making me open. Keep going. It’s yours. You deserve it after tonight. Go faster. You drive me wild. Uh mmmm.” Nate was in a trance when Scott was between his legs. Scott snaffled at his boyfriend’s entrance. Rolling his eyes in greed. Nate gripped the sofa around him.

Nate was dripping. Precum pooling on his belly. His cock forgotten. He couldn't get enough of staring into Scott’s eyes. Scott’s face was going peachy from the heat of the work he was putting in. His commitment to warming Nate up confirmed by the vein pulsing at his temple. Nate stared. Open mouthed. He wanted to be filled. 

“Kiss me and fuck me. Please. No mercy.” Nate asked from his trance like state. 

Scott moved slowly. Kissing inside Nate’s toned thigh, cupping both legs as he rose. His frame engulfed Nate. The waft of fresh soap and heat washed over Nate as Scott closed in. 

Scott found his way into Nate and sank firmly. They breathed out hard together. Scott had Nate’s legs pinned back. They kissed hard then locked eyes. Scott’s thrusts were hard and deep. Nate felt the intensity in his belly. 

Nate wanted more. He whimpered a ‘yes’ to spur Scott on. Nate ran his hands down Scott’s back as Scott worked hard, dragging the occasional nail over Scott’s skin. Scott picked up his rhythm, Nate clamped his hands around Scott’s neck.

“Tighter baby. Tighter.” Scott wanted Nate to push him. Nate obliged, gripping the handsome neck more. 

Nate knew Scott’s body completely by now and knew he was almost there. They locked eyes and gripped each other’s throats willing the climax to arrive. 

Scott became frenzied and Nate shook. Taking it. Frowning at his captain with roar lust he wanted Scott to explode in him. Claim him again and again. 

A moment before it got too much Scott’s rhythm loosened and Nate felt the warmth fill him. Scott bit Nate’s chest as he came, breathing wetly into his man’s chest. The sensation of the bite sent the final push to Nate’s insides. He gripped Scott’s hair in fists and held him tight as he erupted between them. 

They said nothing. Scott slumped back and rested his head on Nate’s belly. No care for the mess his face was leaning against. Nate stroked Scott’s hair. Staring at the fire curls. They didn’t need words anymore. They’d reached the point where they just knew how to get each other there.

Eventually they woke. No words. Scott scooped Nate up and they kissed until they arrived at the kitchen island and started all over again. 

Eventually they made it to the bedroom. And repeated the intensity again. And again. And again. Sleep came at 1 AM.