Rugby Boys — Chapter 4

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Everyone is 18.

Chapter 4: Morning Glare

I woke up before the sun fully broke through the blinds. The room was still dim, warm with our breath and whatever was left lingering from the night before. My body felt loose, grounded in a way I hadn’t known I needed.

I was still pressed up against him. I was used to waking up this way, chest to back, our legs tangled, his body heavy with sleep. The scent between us was thick with salt and skin and the heat of everything we’d done hours earlier. I didn’t want to lose that feeling. Part of me was afraid that things would be different in the light of day. I wanted it to continue.

Without thinking, I reached down behind me.

I wrapped my fingers around him, half hard already in his sleep, thick, alive. He stirred slightly, shifted into me, and let out the smallest sound from deep in his throat. Then his eyes fluttered open, and he looked down at what I was doing. He didn’t speak. Just closed his eyes again and began rocking slowly into my hand.

I breathed him in. The smell of sweat, of us, of him. I didn’t care about morning breath or the ache in my back or how ridiculous this might be. I just wanted him.

He reached over my hip and found me, gripping my shaft as well. We worked each other, together, energetically and wordlessly, like we’d done this a hundred times. It felt like I was jerking myself off, but through him. Our hands found rhythm, pressure, pace. His head pressed against mine, his chin on my shoulder.

I turned my head and kissed him. Morning breath and all. It wasn’t graceful. It was real. Messy. Warm. His lips were soft and parted, his breath shallow as we moved faster. His tongue massaged mine back, eagerly.

We finished each other almost at the same time, our bodies thrusting gently, quietly. A shared exhale. A final squeeze. And then he went still. 

I looked up at him. His eyes were open now, fixed on the ceiling. And something was different. He looked scared. Not panicked, but shaken, like whatever he’d let himself feel the night before and for the first few minutes of daylight today, had just slipped past some line he didn’t want to cross.

"Cam?" I said, careful.

He didn’t answer. He just blinked.

I felt a pang in my stomach.

He sat up slowly, wiped a hand over his face, then looked at me. He appeared... unsure. A crack in his usual confident armor. I didn’t know what to say.

So I just watched him, hoping he wouldn’t pull away any more than he already had.

We parted ways as usual, a few words shared about sports, classes etc. But my mind was on him, and us, and if we were screwed. My feelings were mixed. I was comfortable in having shared that experience with him. It was better than any girl I had ever been with, but I no longer knew exactly how he was feeling about it. Had I pushed it too far? Did I ruin something? I could normally read his mind from his face, but after this morning, it was like an egg had cracked in his head.

Something was a bit off. Maybe sex ruins everything, I thought to myself. I hit him up to go to the gym that afternoon, but he said he had plans with a girl, with a winky emoji. I chuckled, and replied, "Nice, let's get dinner after then." 

"Aight" he replied.

—[]—

I met him at the diner on the corner of campus by his frat house. He was already there when I walked in, sitting in the booth with his hoodie up and a baseball cap pulled low. He looked tired, like he was hungover, but he wasn’t. He was just... quieter than usual. I slid into the seat across from him.

“What’s up,” I said.

He looked up from the menu and gave a half-smile. “Not much. You?”

I shrugged. “Nothing really.”

We ordered our food. Burgers, fries, Arnold Palmers. It was our typical muscle fuel, all routine. We talked about school, practice, weekend plans. Like always. Like nothing had happened. He lightened up a bit after a few minutes, and that put me at ease as well.

He told me the girl he’d seen that afternoon was new. Some freshman named Emma from his econ discussion group. “She’s kind of wild,” he said, grinning a little. “Very into me.”

“Of course she is,” I said, smirking, but not loving the feeling growing in my chest.

He laughed. “No, I mean like—into me.”

I chuckled back, played it cool. But something twisted in my stomach.

It wasn’t that I cared he hooked up with girls. He always had. I didn’t care when he told me about Brittney or Tara or the volleyball chick, or any other horny hookup. But now? After everything we had done? All I knew was that I still wanted his arms around me, and I wasn’t sure he felt the same way at the moment.

For the first time in my life, I felt romantically jealous. I wasn't even sure if it was in a possessive way. Just... disoriented. Like something that had felt solid had shifted under my feet.

We ate. Talked. Laughed. But underneath, I was watching his every move. Was he pulling away from me? Was he building a wall, brick by brick?

And the worst part? I didn’t know how to ask.

—[]—

By the time we left the diner, the sun had dipped low behind the rooftops, casting long amber shadows across the sidewalk. A cold breeze stirred the air, but it wasn’t enough to distract me from the silence that had settled between us. We walked side by side, just a little too far apart. Normally, around this time of day, I’d be peeling off toward his place without a second thought, knowing his door would be open, his bed waiting. But tonight felt different. Fragile. Like a misstep could send it all crashing.

I glanced over at him, pretending to adjust my jacket. He didn’t look back.

"So, you meeting up with that girl tonight, or could I come crash?"

"I don't make plans with girls at night," he said matter-of-factly, "don't you know that by now?"

I smiled down at the sidewalk as we continued walking. "I was hoping you still had space for me."

"After last night, dude, and this morning, I honestly don't think I even need girls in my life."

I felt a bolt of lightning in my chest, turning toward him. "I feel the same way."

He smiled back at me, reaching for my hips and pulling me toward him. I could feel the firmness growing from both of us under our gym shorts. He kissed me, open mouthed, more roughly than he had done that morning. My hands found his back and pulled him in closer. Our second kiss ever, and it was in broad daylight. Our faces separated with a smile, and we walked back to his house, closer now. 

When we got inside the house, his frat mate, Brett, the same one who'd walked in on us that night when I was naked, stepped out into the living room to greet us with a Red Bull in hand and a grin on his face. He looked between the two of us and raised an eyebrow.

"So like... are you guys like, legit gay now? Freddy just texted me a pic of you guys making out on the sidewalk."

Cam and I exchanged a glance. He shrugged his broad shoulders, looking back at Brett. "Kinda."

Brett laughed, shook his head, and then did something we weren’t expecting. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the couch, then unbuckled his pants and let them fall around his ankles, revealing that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He stood there in nothing but skin, his decent sized dong hanging down between his legs. His abs were lean as hell, his whole body toned.

"So... am I hot or what?" he asked, flexing his arms.

Cam blinked. "Dude."

"No judgment here," Brett added, striking a stupid, broey pose. "Just trying to get a read. They say to always listen to a gay guy's read on you."

We laughed, mostly out of disbelief, and Cam waved him off. "Get the fuck outta here, man."

Brett looked disappointed, sort of sauntering his pale white butt away toward the hallway.

"You look great, bro," I said.

He turned around, perking up a bit. "But would you do me?"

I closed my eyes, shaking my head, as Cam just walked away into the kitchen. "Yeah, bro. Any girl would be lucky."

"Ha," he said, turning his naked butt away again, "gay."

I went into the kitchen to find Cam and found him chugging a glass of water. I watched his throat move as he swallowed it down, and felt a stirring in my shorts. I guess his body was just enticing to me now, no matter what it was doing. When he opened the door and bent over to get some soda waters off the bottom shelf, I finally asked about that morning, just blurting it out.

"So, you seemed a little off this morning, after we... woke up."

He chuckled softly. "Honestly? I had indigestion from the tacos the night before. I thought I was gonna fart and didn’t want to do it with you in the room."

I stared at him. "You've farted in front of me and the other guys hundreds of times. You're disgusting!"

"It's different when it's just us," he said, solemnly, but smiling. It only made sense once he said it.

"But no," he continued, "I wasn’t freaked out. I kinda figured that was gonna happen between us eventually. Just didn’t know when."

That caught me off guard.

"So you weren’t even surprised?"

"No," he said, closing the fridge and the only source of light in the room, turning toward me in the dark. "It felt right."

I hesitated. "What about that girl? The one you wouldn’t shut up about today."

He was quiet for a second. "Old habits die hard. It’s still an ego boost when a girl’s into me. But I wasn’t trying to rub it in your face or anything. I’m not gonna date her."

I sighed. "I had a whole story in my head about you pulling away, getting with her, moving on from me."

He chuckled. I glared at him, "Don't laugh, bro."

"No... It's just...," he said, his voice softer now. "I had the same story in my head about you today. I thought you were being quiet because I let you down somehow. Like maybe you'd wake up and regret everything. I figured you'd have that whole... post-nut clarity thing, you know? So I wanted to give you space."

I was shocked. "Wait, so we both thought the same thing about the other today?"

"I guess, dude. That's why I turned you down for the gym. I thought you were gonna have a 'talk' with me about needing space."

I was amazed that sex could do this. Even though it had been a moment of pure ecstasy between us, it turned us both into insecure idiots in less than a day.

I looked up at him, searching his face, finding nothing but relaxation and ease. "So... the girl?"

He peered back at me, his face getting a bit emotional. "I wanted you to know that it was ok if you wanted to ditch me. Things could always go back to how they were before, you know? I could just go back to girls, and you wouldn't be killing me."

I felt my chest tighten. "I'd rather. Fucking. Die."

His hands moved to my sides. I felt the tension in my body leave. I embraced him, and put my head on his shoulder. 

"That's why we talk about things, I guess. To not make those fuck-ass stupid assumptions."

"But I hope we can stay open. You know... just experience everything college throws at us."

I thought about it for a second. Then I said, "Well, there’s still one thing I can do for you that no girl can."

His eyebrows lifted.

I nodded toward the hall and walked to his room, making a quick stop in his bathroom to grab a bottle of baby oil, Cam following me close behind.

We didn’t rush it. The fact that we were about to make love rushed through my head, slow and real, and I took the lead. 

—[]—

He closed the door behind him, and walked up to me as I stood next to his bed. I undressed him slowly, savoring every second as I peeled his clothes away. I had a suspicion already before, but now I was certain: he hadn't showered after he worked out that day. There was workout musk on him. He must have hit the gym after his hookup.

He let me take off his clothes, and I leaned in to smell every part of him as it was revealed, starting with his arm pits. He undressed me in pieces as well, and his eyes stayed on me the whole time, as he obediently lifted his arms for me to inspect him closely. When I pulled down his shorts, I kissed his hard shaft when it sprang out, I licked his balls, and buried my nose where his sack met his thigh, and took a big whiff. When his clothes were off, I stood up and kissed him once, then again, deeper, letting the moment stretch out between us. When his lips opened to mine, he melted into it. I guided him down onto his back, positioning myself between his legs.

I lifted them gently, and he didn’t resist. His thighs trembled as I folded him in half, pushing the limits of his athletic flexibility. I leaned forward, kissed along his inner thigh, then moved lower and ran my tongue over his hole, slowly and firmly. I felt him shiver. A soft, broken sound left his mouth, something between a gasp and a whimper. He tried to stifle it, but I caught it.

“Don’t hold back,” I whispered, my voice low against the base of his spine. Then I pressed my tongue into him again, slowly and deliberately, circling and flattening with each pass. This time, I didn’t stop. I dug in harder, angling deeper, tasting his tension. He gasped, his hips twitching against my face. Then he let go. His moans slipped out freely, messy and full, echoing softly through the room. He whimpered once, breathy and high-pitched, like a sound he hadn't meant to make. I felt him quake beneath my hands, his body trembling, and I knew he was unraveling.

Suddenly, the door burst open and in walked Brett again. We both turned our heads to him and froze. My bare ass was in the air facing the door, so he was getting an intimate view that I hadn’t expected to give him.

“Woah!” he said, “my bad!” But, he didn’t move. He just stared.

“You can go now…?” said Cam, startling Brett out of his daze as he stared at our naked bodies. He turned and left quickly as Cam and I chuckled, shaking our heads.

As soon as the door shut, I grabbed the baby oil and poured a generous amount into my palm, warming it slowly between my hands before running them down his thighs and over his cheeks. I let the oil coat him first, tracing along between his cheeks before circling back to the entrance with a slick, teasing pressure. I kissed his inner thigh once more before gently pressing my middle finger inside.

The response was immediate. His hole clamped down tight, gripping me so hard I felt the blood leave my fingertip. His body arched slightly, and his knuckles went white where they gripped the sheets. I paused, letting him adjust, then eased forward again, pressing slowly in and out, massaging him with care. My other hand moved across his body, cupping his balls, stroking his shaft, coaxing him to stay open under my touch.

As he loosened, I slid in a second finger, curling and scissoring them, watching the muscles in his legs and abs flutter. His breath became irregular, punctuated, and then deepened, and I knew he was ready for more. I added a third finger, and he let out a sound from deep in his throat, not pain, not exactly. It was surrender. He was opening up for me completely, and I took my time, savoring every twitch and pulse of him around my fingers.

My body felt like fire. I was hard, harder than I’d ever been. When he reached for my body, I leaned down and kissed him again, pressing myself into the space between his legs. He reached down to grab my shaft, and aimed it as best he could, right at the warm center between his butt cheeks. I tightened my own butt cheeks, and pressed forward.

Excruciatingly slowly, I began to stretch him open. I kept my strokes shallow at first, letting him feel every inch with full clarity, my body trembling with restraint. My hands moved over his thighs, up his stomach, then curled around his shaft, keeping him firm for me. I worked him in rhythm with my hips, matching the slow build of our connection. His breath came faster, chest rising and falling in staggered waves, but he didn’t look away. He watched me through half-lidded eyes, his mouth slightly open like he was lost somewhere between pleasure and disbelief.

I leaned over him, our foreheads touching, and he reached for my hand. I took it and held on tight, our fingers locking like we were grounding each other. I pressed deeper, more fully, letting his body guide the pace. Inch by inch, I filled him, felt his warmth completely surround me. I paused when I was buried to the hilt, my breath caught in my chest, and I felt it, his heartbeat, pounding steady and strong, echoing against the base of me. The intimacy of it overwhelmed me.

His grip tightened on mine, not from fear, but from trust, a kind of trust he could only give now that he was completely exposed and vulnerable to me. And when pulled out slightly, and pressed back all the way in, he exhaled, eyes fluttering shut, and whispered, “Okay,” like he’d been waiting his whole life to say it.

His grip on mine tightened, like when he was having a bad dream and needed to hold my body for safety. Tonight he needed me for something else.

I moved in slow rhythms, tuned to the way our bodies met, the way his legs instinctively wrapped tighter around me. Every motion felt like a wordless sentence between us. He pulled me down until our foreheads touched, and we stayed like that, moving together until everything else fell away. We didn’t say a word.

When I picked up the pace, his moans came back, this time even louder. I felt encouraged, and I started slapping my body against his. The sound filled the room, sharp and rhythmic, and I could see his body tense as his voice rose with each thrust. I loved bringing myself close to the edge using that tightest, deepest spot inside him. It was like a warm miracle meant just for me. It felt amazing against my thick, long shaft, and I saw in his eyes that he was loving it too. He was throbbing on his abs, leaving a puddle of pre-cum on himself. His chest was flushed, his hands gripping my shoulders like he needed to hold onto something, and every part of him welcomed me deeper.

When I finished, I barely even realized it was coming. My body had been coiled so tightly in rhythm with his that the release snuck up on me. "Oh, I'm—" I started to say, but my voice dropped off as an intense surge sparked through my entire body. My muscles seized and my mind went blank for a moment, eyes fluttering shut as I let it all go deep inside him. My breath hitched, caught in my throat as waves of pleasure rolled through me, one after the next. My face went slack, and I clung to his hand like it was the only thing anchoring me to the world. I rode it out slowly inside him, before pulling out. I saw the gaping hole and felt warm and fuzzy inside. It was the best sex I had ever had. 

I fell down next to him, and his hand rubbed my chest. While we were catching our breath, he grinned, like a thought had occurred to him. "Some girls have dicks, you know."

"What?" I said, confused.

"You said no girl could do that to me, but some girls have dicks."

I smirked, realizing what he was saying. "Yeah. But not the girls you’ve been with."

He burst out laughing. "Dude, I fucked Heather Gould like forty times freshman year."

My eyes widened. "I had no idea. I heard she has the biggest dick on campus."

"Thing is a python, dude. Not gonna lie. Massive."

He held his hands apart like he was measuring a football, and we both cracked up.

"Did you suck it?"

"No," he said, wiping tears from his eyes. "But I made her cum with my hands while I was balls deep in her ass."

Without missing a beat, I said, "now do that to me."