Chapter 30 Chapter Thirty
Alex's Point Of View
The locker room smelled like sweat and chlorine from the pool next door, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a swarm of angry bees.
Practice had ended a few minutes ago, and the rest of the team had shuffled out, towels slung over shoulders, laughing about the coach's latest rant.
I was now lingering by my locker, my heart hammering in my chest, stealing glances at Demi across the aisle, Chris had bid him good bye and had taken off with Kyle.
Demi was bent over, unlacing his cleats, his slim frame still clad in those tight shorts that hugged his ass just right.
He looked innocent enough-even though that’s far from what he actually is- his coily hair messy from the game.
We have been dancing around this for weeks, stolen kisses in empty hallways, hands brushing under tables.
We were trying our hardest not to let our secret be known.
Tonight, with the school quiet and the janitor's rounds not for another hour, I couldn't wait anymore.
I slammed my locker shut a little too loud, the echo bouncing off the tiled walls.
Demi jumped, his eyes snapping to mine, wide and dark.
A flush crept up his neck, and he bit his lip, that shy smile tugging at the corners.
“Alex” he whispered, voice barely audible over the drip of a leaky showerhead in the corner.
I crossed the space between us in three strides, backing him against the cold metal lockers.
His breath hitched as I pressed close, my body pinning his, the heat of him seeping through our now damp clothes.
“Been thinking about this all practice” I murmured against his ear, my hand sliding up his thigh, fingers digging into the muscle.
He shivered, nodding, his hands fisting my jersey.
Our lips suddenly crashed together, desperate and quiet, tongues tangling as I swallowed his soft moan.
I could taste the salt from his sweat on his skin, I could feel his cock hardening against my hip.
The risk made it hotter, the door to the gym was just feet away, voices from the hall faint but present.
Any second, a forgotten phone or a coach's check could bust us and despite wanting to keep this a secret, there was this trill about someone finding us here.
I broke the kiss, trailing my mouth down his jaw, nipping at the pulse point in his neck.
“Shh, don’t make a sound Demi” I warned, even as my hand slipped under his waistband, wrapping around his length.
He was already leaking, the tip slick under my thumb.
Demi arched into my touch, stifling a gasp by biting his own fist.
I stroked him slow, deliberate, watching his eyes flutter shut, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.
“You like that? Knowing we could get caught?” I whispered kissing down his neck
He nodded frantically, hips bucking subtly.
“Yes... fuck, Alex, yes” His voice was a breathy plea, and it went straight to my dick, straining against my shorts.
I yanked his jersey up, exposing his muscled chest, nipples pebbled from the chill.
Leaning down, I latched onto one, sucking hard while pinching the other.
Demi whimpered, his free hand clutching my shoulder, nails digging in.
The sound echoed too loud in the empty space, and we both froze, listening.
Footsteps? No, just the hum of the vents. My heart raced, adrenaline spiking the lust.
“Get on your knees” I ordered, voice low and rough.
Demi's eyes widened, but he dropped without hesitation, i knew the tile felt cold against his skin.
He tugged my shorts down, my cock springing free, thick and heavy.
He licked his lips, staring up at me with that mix of nerves and hunger that drove me wild.
“Suck it” I said, threading my fingers through his hair, guiding him forward. His mouth was hot, wet, enveloping the head as he swirled his tongue.
I groaned softly, thrusting shallowly, careful not to choke him. Saliva dripped down his chin as he took me deeper, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering but locked on mine.
The door to the locker room creaked, my blood ran cold.
‘Shit’ I mentally cursed, I felt worry seeping in my heart.
“Stop” I hissed, pulling him off with a wet pop. We ducked behind the row of lockers, my hand clamped over his mouth.
Footsteps padded in, fuck, it was Chris rummaging for his bag.
‘What does he want now’ I asked myself.
“Anyone here?” he called, voice echoing. Demi trembled against me, his cock still hard and pressed to my thigh.
I held my breath, willing him to leave. After an eternity, the door swung shut again.
Relief flooded me, but so did the need, sharper now.
I hauled Demi up, spinning him to face the lockers.
“Pants down” I growled, yanking them to his knees myself. His ass was perfect, it was round, smooth and begging for my hands.
I slapped it once, the crack sharp but muffled by the walls.
He yelped, then bit his lip to silence it. Grabbing the small bottle of lube I'd stashed in my bag earlier, you gotta always be prepared, I slicked my fingers.
Circling his hole, I pushed one in, feeling him clench tight around me.
“Relax, baby” I whispered, working him open, adding a second finger, scissoring to stretch.
Demi pushed back, fucking himself on my hand, quiet pants escaping him.
I curled my fingers, nailing his prostate, and he nearly shouted, body jerking.
“Quiet” I reminded, thrusting harder to punish and please. His cock bobbed untouched, pre-cum stringing to the floor.
Voices drifted from the hall again, teachers? Students? The school wasn't empty yet. The danger coiled in my gut, making every touch electric.
I couldn't wait. Coating my cock, I lined up, pressing the head against his entrance.
“Breathe” I said, sinking in slow. He was so tight, gripping me like a vice, the burn of entry making me grit my teeth.
Inch by inch, until my hips met his ass, balls snug against him.
Demi sagged against the lockers, forehead pressed to the metal, a muffled whine escaping. I paused, letting him adjust, my hands gripping his hips to steady us both.
Then I moved, pulling out halfway, slamming back in.