The Gooner Gang - Part 4

POV: Caleb

By the time the guys were throwing on their shirts and groaning about heading home, my body was still humming.

Tom was all awkward smiles, eyes darting around like if he looked anyone in the eye too long it’d mean something. Lucas acted like everything was chill, even fist-bumping me and cracking a joke about how my room “smelled like sin.” Jake, though—Jake caught my eyes every chance he got. Grinning. That cocky, knowing smirk that made my skin burn.

I didn't want him to leave.

“Hey, Jake,” I said casually, as Tom and Lucas grabbed their shoes, “can you stay a sec? I need help with that busted HDMI cable.”

Lucas gave me a raised brow but shrugged it off. “Bet. Later, sinners.”

The door closed.

It was just me and Jake now.

We didn’t say anything for a moment. Just stood there, the air between us heavier than it should’ve been.

Jake flopped back down onto my bed, arms behind his head like he hadn’t just jerked me off in the bathroom a few hours ago.

“You and your HDMI problems,” he said with a smirk.

I sat beside him, heart thudding again.

It didn’t take long before our legs were touching.

Then our hands.

Then…

Jake turned his head toward me. His eyes were darker now. Less teasing, more hungry.

“You hard again?” he asked, voice low.

I nodded.

“So am I.”

It wasn’t like the night before—tense and secretive. This felt… greedy. Like we needed this.

Clothes were barely a thought. My shorts ended up somewhere on the floor, and his weren’t far behind. We lay side by side, our hands finding each other’s cocks again like we were programmed to do it. Stroking slow, matching rhythm, breathing hard into each other’s mouths.

We kissed.

Harder this time. Sloppier. Less hesitant, more fuck-it-we’re-doing-this.

His tongue pushed into my mouth like he was trying to get inside me any way he could. His body pressed against mine, warm and twitching and perfectly in sync. Our hands didn’t stop. His palm was slick with me. Mine was soaked in him.

“I thought about this all night,” Jake whispered against my lips.

“Me too.”

“We gonna tell them?” he asked.

I didn’t answer at first.

Because yeah—we were the Gooner Gang. But we were something else now. Something more.

“Would they even be into it?” I asked. My hand squeezed his cock a little harder just to make him moan.

“Lucas might,” Jake said, breath catching. “Tom’s gonna take some work.”

I laughed softly. “You really want them to know what we’ve been doing?”

He shrugged. “Maybe not everything. But…”

“But?” I teased, pressing my forehead to his, our hands speeding up.

“I wanna see how far we can take this.”

I could feel it building in both of us again—faster this time. Desperate. Our hips were moving. The wet sound of skin-on-skin filled the room again. We weren’t hiding. We weren’t pretending.

We were going in.

“I’m close,” Jake breathed, hand jerking me faster.

“Me too.”

We kissed again, open-mouthed and filthy, hands working until the tension finally snapped—first in Jake, then in me. Hot. Messy. Electric.

He collapsed beside me, chest heaving, grinning like an idiot.

“Okay,” he said, still panting. “We’re gonna have to invite them.”

I stared at the ceiling, still catching my breath.

“Oh,” I said, “I’ve already got ideas.”

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Part 5 preview:

I wanted more. A lot more.

So I did what any dangerously horny, semi-closeted mastermind would do: I invited the Gooner Gang over again.