Most evenings, Jock would spend his free time catching up on much needed sleep. With his schedule being so tied up with classes, practice, and traveling for away games; he’s usually running on fumes. Tonight, however, he had other plans—plans that sophomore jock probably wouldn’t believe.
He was going to be spending his evening studying with Nick, his longtime crush, and he didn’t even have to bribe him. Actually, Nick was the one who suggested it. Now here they were, at Jock’s apartment, sitting on his living room couch, and he couldn't be more thrilled.
It was still pretty cold out this time of year. Jock had the small space heater sitting in the room with them. It hummed low as it blasted a cozy warmth into the room. They were slouched on opposite ends of the furniture, their backs resting against the arms of the couch with their legs entangled together at the center. A content silence between them as they look over their class material for an upcoming exam.
For the past couple of months—after that one tutor session—the two have been spending more and more time together, much to Jock’s delight, of course. They've gotten to know more about one another, and Jock could tell that Nick was finally starting to let his walls down.
They’ve gone to the movies, and they hang out after football games. They often go out to dinners, and Nick even lets him hold his hand on occasion. However, Jock was still unsure of how Nick truly felt about him, but there was no way that Nick didn’t like him back. I mean, he had to, right? Nick wouldn’t allow Jock to take him on dates, let alone kiss him sometimes if he didn’t feel somewhat the same—Right?
Jock peaked up from his laptop, stealing glances at Nick sitting across from him. His eyebrows furrowed while he scanned the words on the screen. His brunette hair tousled, and his glasses sat so cutely on his perfect nose. Jock’s heart flutters as he watches him. Nick finally looks up from his laptop when he feels Jock’s eyes on him.
“You’re staring again, loser.”
Shit. He was caught in the act. “I can’t help it. You just look so good right now.” Jock compliments, wiggling his eyebrows.
Nick chews on his lip, biting back a smile as he looks down at his clothes. “I’m wearing an old ratty t-shirt and sweatpants??”
“Mm, and that’s all you need—Actually, you could use a little less.” Jock teases, biting his lip as he sneakily slips Nick sock off of his right foot.
Nick gasps, quickly pulling his foot away from Jock’s reach. “Get out of here, you freak!” He laughs.
“You know I'm only joking—kind of.” Jock reassures, sitting up straight now and moving closer to Nick, who adjusts on the couch, sitting Indian style to make room for him.
“You should be ‘only studying’. You know you can’t play if you fail another test.” Nick reminded him.
“You are actually worried about me playing football?” Jock raises an eyebrow at Nick.
The brunette shrugs, “Well–who else am I gonna cheer for?” He teases, shutting his laptop and placing it on the coffee table nearby, realizing that the study session is most likely over now.
“Me and only me.” Jock replies, his large hand cups Nick’s face, pulling him forward, their lips only inches apart.
“I don’t knowww,” Nick’s voice was soft and flirty, “Your friend, Lu-”
Before Nick could finish, Jock's hand slides down from his jaw to his neck, squeezing lightly. “Don’t even try it.”
Nick snickers before closing the space in between them. The kiss was slow at first, their lips moving together like they were meant to be molded into one. They both sigh into the kiss as it grows more heated. Jock reaches hungrily for Nick, grabbing his waist then pulling him onto his lap, and Nick gasps in between the kiss at the sudden movement.
With every minute that passed the kiss intensified, both growing more needy with each passing second. Nick ground his hips down against him, the feeling of Jock’s bulge rubbing against his ass making his body tremble.
Jock’s mind–and quite literally his heart–was racing a hundred miles a minute, having Nick grinding on him like this, kissing him so wantonly, was driving him insane. His hands held on to Nick’s waist so tight he thought that if he were to let go Nick would disappear, and it would all turn out to be a dream.
Nick’s soft moans turned into desperate whines as his hips rocked faster against Jock. The need to have Jock deep inside him becomes almost unbearable. As if on cue, Jock reached his hand around Nick’s backside, dipping it inside Nick’s boxers, his fingers about to tease his hole when he felt something hard against his fingertips.
“Is that—a buttplug?” Jock asks as he pulls back from the kiss with his eyebrows raised. Nick briefly blushed a bright red.
“Shh.” Nick shushed, burying his face in the crook of Jock’s neck. His soft lips pecking kisses along his tanned skin.
“Nicolas—I wasn’t aware of your game.”
Nick’s lips brush against Jock’s ear. “Take me to your room.” He whispered, his voice low and husky.
Jock didn’t hesitate. He cupped Nick’s ass in his hands, holding him in place as he stood. Nick’s arms and legs wrapped so perfectly around him as Jock carried him into his bedroom. Kicking the door shut with a ‘slam’ once they were inside.
He stepped towards the bed, setting Nick down carefully then pulling away causing Nick to whine again from the loss of contact. Jock smirks before grabbing the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. His toned abs were exposed to Nick’s greedy eyes as he bit his lip, his dick twitching in pants. Jock winked as he tossed his shirt carelessly across the room before diving back in to reattach his lips to the handsome man in front of him.
Nick instantly took control once Jock was on him again. He pushed Jock onto his back, settling on his hips as he straddled him. Jock sat up, watching as Nick removed his own shirt then tossed it next to Jock's, creating a small pile in the middle of the room.
He was so taken aback, not only by Nick’s beautifully exposed torso, but also the fact that this was even fucking happening right now. Here he was, in his bedroom, with his dream guy sitting half naked on his lap. Was this actually real, or had he died and this was heaven?
“You’re so cute.” Nick breathed, leaning down, and capturing the athlete’s lips again in a sweet kiss.
Jock could taste the strawberry balm on his lips, and the cherry coke from earlier when Nick slid his tongue into his mouth. His stomach was doing somersaults. He and Nick have kissed on numerous occasions, but something about this felt different. It was more soft and loving—more passionate. A complete contrast from the more rough and heated make out sessions they were used to.
Had their dynamic changed during the past few months and he didn't know it? No, that’s not possible.
Jock was pulled from his thoughts when Nick bit then tugged on his bottom lip, a low groan leaving his throat when Nick let go and it snapped back to place.
“God, you’re so perfect.” Jock quickly breathed out, once again his mouth working faster than his brain. Nick blushed a hue of pink. With disheveled hair and kiss swollen lips, they just stared at each other for a moment.
There was so much want—so much need in their eyes, but beyond that was adoration. Jock knew how smitten he was with Nick, but now he was starting to think Nick was just as smitten with him too.
Nick tears his eyes away from the intense stare, reaching up towards his face to pull his glasses off. “I should probably remove these before they break.”
“NO!” Jock’s hand instantly reaches out to stop him, and Nick tenses in shock at the sudden shout.
For fuck sakes, one of these days he’s got to train his body to start working in sync with his brain.
“I-I mean no, just keep them on.” Jock stutters, trying to sound like less of a maniac than before.
Nick’s eyes widened. “Are you crazy? These are expensive as fuck.”
“I know, but you look so hot in them. I promise, I’ll buy you as many pairs as you want. Please.” Jock pleaded, his lips forming a playful pout.
Nick tilted his head, smirking as he stared down at him. “Blue light resistant? Anti-reflective AND Anti-fog?”
“All the works, baby.” Jock reassures, a dorky smile plastered on his face, and Nick swore he felt his heart swell to double its size. He was completely gone for him.
They continue to kiss, layers of their remaining clothing falling to the side one after another.
Nick lunges his body forward, pushing Jock down on the bed, towering over him, then attaching his lips to Jock’s neck. He begins to suck on his warm skin, biting in between kisses as the blood rushes to the surface.
Jock writhes and moans underneath him, as Nick attacks his sensitive flesh. Small bruises starting to form from Jock’s jawline down to his collarbone, as Nick decorates his skin in hot pink blotches. His tongue swipes across each one, smoothing it over before his lips pull into a wicked grin.
Nick whispers in Jock’s ear, “Show those to Gracyn, next time she tries to pull up.”
The possessive tone in Nick’s voice sent chills through Jock’s body, and he was harder than he ever knew was possible. Could his dick actually explode from being so turned on?
“Sturniolo, is that jealousy I'm sensing?” He teased, but he was genuinely curious.
If Nick is trying to mark his territory like this, what exactly does that say about them? Are they even a them?
Nick scoffs, rolling his eyes that have since darkened from icy to deep ocean blue. “Please, she’s got nothing on me.”
He quickly shuts down the accusation. The truth is—he was jealous. He hated the fact that she had Jock first. That she most likely has been in the same position as him. Kissing him, touching him, fucking him—he wanted to erase all traces of her. Nick regrets not having given Jock more of a chance in the past, because now he can’t imagine his life without him in it. He knew was falling for him, and he wasn’t going to hold back.
Nick leaned down again, his lips leaving a wet trail of kisses from Jock’s chest down to his abdomen. He stops short once a sliver of hair brushes against his lips. He moves his body down, settling in between Jock’s legs, and he grins when he hears a soft whimper of anticipation escaping the man above him.
He grabs the base of Jock’s dick, but his hands are slightly chilled and Jock sucks in a breath. He then leans over, his mouth hovering over him so close his hot breath dances around the head of him. He licked the precum that leaked, moaning at the salty taste on his tongue.
Jock’s hips are bucking involuntarily with excitement, and Nick holds him in place with his other hand before lowering his mouth onto him.
“Ohh fuck.” Jock moans out, his head lulling back after finally feeling Nick’s warm mouth.
It was better than he could even imagine. Hell, it was better than he had imagined.
Nick's cheek hollowed as he sucked on his length. His hand is still at the base as his head is bobbing in such a rhythm while he works Jock with his mouth.
Jock sat up on his elbows. He looked down at his hips as he watched in a daze while Nick made him disappear and reappear over and over so effortlessly.
My god, how is he so good at this?
Nick’s movements were fast and steady. Saliva oozing from the corners of his mouth dripped down his chin. The feeling of Nick’s hot mouth, and the slobbering mess he was making drove Jock into madness as he moaned and sighed uncontrollably—and it was exactly the way he liked it.
Jock instinctively rolled his hips upward, chasing the feeling. He half expected Nick to gag, but instead, he just took him deeper, swallowing him down with ease. The way Nick was looking up at him with those dark lustful eyes, his glasses sliding down his cute little nose, and how his hot, tight throat was clenching around him had Jock nearly teetering over the edge.
“Wait wait—Stop stop stop. Not yet.” Jock commanded, his breath shaky, as he tried to ground himself. His hands fell to Nick’s hair, gently pulling Nick off of him.
Nick quickly pulled off Jock with ‘pop’, a prideful smile playing on his lips. “Party pooper.”
“Just shut up and kiss me, dork.”
Nick giggles, as he settles back onto Jock’s lap then leans down, connecting their lips. He grinds down against him, their bare bulges brushing against one another and they both moan. Jock reaches around him, remembering the butt plug that Nick inserted prior to arriving here, and Nick leans up allowing him to remove it.
He adjusts them on the bed, scooting back towards the middle, while keeping Nick steady on his lap as he fumbles for the lubricant in his bedside table. He pops the cap, squeezing a few drops on his fingers. Nick’s heart races with anticipation as he watches him, his hole repeatedly clenching on nothingness, knowing he’s about to feel so full soon enough.
Their eyes lock while Jock slides his finger inside him. His eyes dance between Nick’s trying to read his expression.
“This okay?” He asks genuinely.
Nick hums, “Mhm. Keep going.”
Jock pumps his finger in and out a few times before adding another. Thanking whatever god that possessed Nick to come over mostly prepared. He continued to work and stretch Nick open, as he moaned and nipped at Jock’s shoulder.
Jock craned his neck, so that his mouth was close to Nick’s ear, “I’m gonna ruin you.” He whispered huskily, licking his lips.
“Not if I ruin you first.” Nick whispered back.
Jock smirks at the challenge, but before he could rebuttal, Nick pushed him down on the bed. Deciding he was more than ready to take him. He grabs Jock’s stiff length, positioning himself before carefully lowering down onto him.
“Oh my god.” They both gasped, the feeling already overwhelming due to the amount of tension and teasing between the two.
Once Nick bottoms out, he starts rocking his hips back and forth, adjusting to Jock’s size—and he fits him perfectly. It was as if his dick was made specifically for him. There’s no way Gracyn could make Jock feel as good as he’s about to.
Nick lifts his hip again before slamming down. He placed his hands on Jock’s chest for leverage as he bounced on his dick. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled all four corners of the bedroom. Together, their moans create a harmony that neither one of them would forget.
“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all day.” Nick confesses as he leans over Jock, “So fucking big. I knew you wouldn't disappoint.” Jock whimpered when Nick squeezed around him.
Nick rode him with abandon. Bouncing, rolling, grinding his hips in such a way that made Jock dizzy with pleasure. Nick’s name falling from his lip at every passing minute. Knowing he was driving Jock this wild only spurred Nick on more. Something about the curly haired athlete writhing below him unlocked a naughtier side of him.
He took one of Jock’s hands, holding it for a moment, before bringing it up to his mouth. He slid Jock’s two middle fingers past his lips, and Jock’s eyes widened. Nick sucked on his fingers, his tongue sliding around, and between them, all while his hips continued to roll against him. His eyes locked with Jock’s as he moaned around his fingers. Jock’s breathing labored at the sight of it all. Nick had him right where he wanted him–Jock was putty in his hands.
The taller boy’s lip nearly bled from how hard he was biting it, trying to hold back a release that was threatening to surface. He grunts, steadying his breath as he regains composure. Now, he wanted to be the one in control. He removed his fingers from Nick’s mouth, and swiftly dropped it to wrap around Nick’s neck, squeezing it.
Nick grins devilishly in response.
“You’re such a filthy little slut, you know that?” Jock says, squeezing just a bit tighter, but not enough to completely cut off his airway. Nick moans when Jock began to lift his hips, fucking into him to meet Nick’s.
Jock could feel Nick clenching around him, and his movements slowing. He knew Nick was close, but he wanted to be the one to drive him over the edge.
Without hesitating, Jock flips them over, towering over Nick and he whines at the loss of connection. Jock slides back into him, his thrusts hard and deep as his hips rock against him. He held himself up by hands above the brunette. Staring down at him while he fuck him relentlessly. The janky headboard rutting against the wall with every quick snap of his hips. Nick’s back arches off the bed when Jock reaches that spot inside of him with every thrust.
“I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m so close.” Nick moaned, his eyes falling close and his body trembling.
“Beg.” Jock says sharply.
Nick's eyes flutter open, “W-what?”
“I said, beg.” Jock starts, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “Ask me to cum.”
“I-” Nick swallows, “Please I wanna cum, I need it.” He lazily begs, and Jock smirks.
“Really?” Jock snorts, slowing his thrusts almost down to a halt. Nick bucks his hips upward trying to gain friction. “That’s the best you can do? You’re a cheerleader for god's sake.” He teased, reaching one of his hands down to hold Nick’s hips in place.
Tears began to pool along Nick’s waterline, the need for release taking over him, and he let out a sob of pleas. “Let me cum, please, I wanna cum for you. Wanna show you how good you make me feel.”
“That’s it. That’s a good boy.” Jock praises, picking up his pace once more. He moves his hand from Nick’s waist to his length, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “Make a mess for me.”
Nick lets out a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back as he cums over Jock’s hand and his chest.
“Shit, you look so pretty when you cum for me.”
Nick’s legs shake as they’re locked around the athlete’s waist, and he’s a whimpering mess as Jock continues to fuck him through his orgasm. The feeling of Nick pulsing around him, and the soft whimpering cries leaving his lips causes Jock to finally reach his peak.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Jock moans before leaning down to capture Nick’s lips in a heated kiss. “Wanna paint your insides.” He breathed into the kiss, and Nick sighs.
“Yes, please.”
Jock’s eyes widened slightly. “Yeah? Want me to fill you up, baby?”
Nick just nods eagerly in response. With a few more thrusts, Jock’s hips begin to stutter as he spills into him. Nick whimpers at the feeling of hot spurts filling him to the brim.
Jock collapses on top of him. They both pant as they gather their breaths. Jock—still sheathed inside of him—nuzzles his head in the crook of Nick’s neck, placing soft kisses at the skin there, and he could feel Nick beginning to harden again underneath him.
Jock smirks in between kisses, “Again?” he asks, as he raises his head to look at Nick.
The brunette blushed for the third time tonight as he nodded. “Please, I want you—I need you.”
After a few hours and several rounds of sex later, they both collapsed onto their backs on the bed. Their bodies coated in sticky sweat while they tried to relax their heavy breathing. The covers pulled up to their chests, concealing their bodies, now feeling so exposed. A blissful silence fell between them while they cuddled into one another as their heart beats slowed and began to fall in sync.
“Jesus.” Jock breathed out. “Now I know why you play so hard to get.”
“Oh, there’s no playing. I am hard to get.” Nick says proudly. Jock bit his lip, Nick’s confidence was so attractive.
“I think maybe,” Jock hesitated as he whispered, the words burning like bile in his throat. He didn’t want to push, but he had to know if this was something more than just a physical thing. “I've got you.” He suggested, but Nick didn’t respond, he just shook his head and quietly pecked his lips.
“Sooo.” Jock started, breaking the now awkward silence. His fingertips absentmindedly tracing circles on Nick’s back. “I'm starving. We could order a pizza, or maybe walk to that little diner you liked down the block?”
“Hmm, walking out in the cold, or staying warm and cozy in my boyfriend's bed? Take a wild guess.”
“Boyfriend?” Jock questioned, but it came out in a soft mumble that Nick hadn’t heard. Instead, he sighed contentedly as he snuggled closer to Jock. His head resting comfortably on his chest, and his arm draped over Jock’s waist.
“I'm your boyfriend?” Jock asked louder, and more genuinely this time. Nick sat up slightly, staring down at him in disbelief.
Good lord, how many hits to the head had this kid taken over the years? There’s no way he doesn’t know that they’re boyfriends.
“Uh, yeah—Aren’t you?” Nick asks, suddenly feeling embarrassed and uncertain.
Did he misinterpreted everything? He was sure they were on the same page.
Jock grinned widely, he couldn’t believe it. But why hadn’t Nick told him? He was sure they never talked about this, however, he’s spent so much time lost in Nick’s eyes and the idea of it all that he very well could’ve missed all the signs.
“Well, thanks a lot for informing me, Nicolas!”
“Wha—Well, what exactly did you think we were doing, football head?” Nick chuckled as he reached over and pushed a sweaty curl away from Jock’s face.
Jock huffed. “Whatever, pom poms. I didn’t know, okay? You never said anything! I thought this was just, I don’t know, physical attraction.”
Nick let out a giggle, shaking his head. “Babe, we’ve been on several dates, you walk me to my classes, you stay and walk me home from practice, we study and do homework together. I literally wear your letterman, that you gave me mind you, almost every day. The animosity between me, and your stupid ex, Gracyn. Dude, we literally posted each other on instagram not long ago—well, kind of, we didn’t really show any faces. Whatever, you get what I’m saying! God, anyone could’ve put two and two together, you moron.” He says, playfully slapping Jock’s chest.
Jock sat, his expression stunned as he took it all in. Thinking back on all the time they’ve spent together. Was this true? Had he actually been dating Nick for the past month and didn’t even realize it?
“Huh.” His brows knitted briefly before relaxing again. “No wonder I'm so bad at math.”
Nick now bursts into laughter. That cute, boisterous laugh that was so infectious that when you heard it, you couldn’t help but smile.
“You’re an idiot.” He choked out between fits of laughter.
“Your idiot, apparently.” Jock beamed as he looked at Nick, love written all over his face.
Nick was his—obviously, in a less creepy, non possessive way—and he couldn’t be happier.
“Unfortunately.” Nick annoyingly teased, but his eyes smiled.
He cupped Jock’s face in his free hand, his thumb brushed his cheek softly, then finally, he pulled his face towards his before connecting their lips for the hundredth time tonight.
i don’t fucking trust anyone who comes out of watching heated rivalry automatically sidelining hudson & shane
his acting and character work was fucking phenomenal. he’s such a kind, intelligent, and charismatic person. there’s absolutely no reason for people to be pushing him and his MAIN CHARACTER aside for a SIDE CHARACTER.
it’s racism, plain and simple. i’m so fucking sick of this
