Page 6 of Game Misconduct

No, how was this so good? He didn’twantit to be but he could already feel that insistent urge low in his groin, the tug of need in his belly.

His skin prickled with heat and then Tanner did something with his wrist, and it was all over.

Leif came with a strangled groan, trying to muffle the sound against Tanner’s mouth, but he pulled away, pressing their foreheads together as Leif shot into his hand.

“Yeah, yeah, fuck that’s hot. Gimme that cum, Princess,” Tanner muttered, working him through the aftershocks.

Leif groaned, only this time it wasn’t from pleasure. Why could he never shut up? Why did he have to say the stupidest shit all the time? Why couldn’t Leif just have one fraction of a second of peace?

His knees were wobbly and he kept one arm braced on the wall, forehead still pressed to Tanner’s as Tanner let go of Leif’s cock and began to stroke himself in earnest. Something about the sight of him using Leif’s cum as lube made it even hotter and Leif had to bite his lip.

He couldn’t get hard again, not so soon. His balls were empty and his cock was limp but damn if watching the muscles in Tanner’s forearm work as he stroked himself didn’t do something to Leif’s brain.

It was an image etched so clearly in his mind that tonight or next week or next year, if he closed his eyes, it would pop up, unbidden.

Tanner was muttering something, because of course he was, but Leif tried to tune him out.

It didn’t work of course and the words, “a little help here, maybe?” finally registered.

Leif reached down, sliding his hand into Tanner’s open shorts and underwear and cupping his balls. They felt heavy and swollen and Leif tugged gently.

Tanner made a shocked little noise and Leif could see the way his cock leaped in response. So Leif did it again, fondling Tanner’s balls and tugging a little as Tanner worked his dick over. It wasn’t long before Tanner gasped again and pulled his clothing up and out of the way.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tanner whispered as he came in his hand and the sound was all raw and breathy. “Leif.”

The sound of his name on Tanner’s lips made Leif feel strange and he pulled away abruptly.

Tanner was still shaking, body twitching as he slowed his strokes, but the look he gave Leif from under his lashes was almost hurt.

“Hey. Where are you going?” he whined. He reached out and yanked at Leif’s shirt with his free hand, trying to pull him closer.

Leif stepped back, out of his reach, suddenly aware that they were outside. They were in public. Well, maybe not public. But outside. He glanced at the mouth of the alley, the sunlight blinding him too much to clearly see if anyone was walking by.

When Leif looked back at Tanner, he couldn’t really see him, and he had to blink away the afterimages of the sun.

But as his vision cleared, it hit him what they’d done. How stupid it had been.

What if someonehadseen them? What if someone had taken a photo, or worse, a video? Hadn’t that happened to Nico Arents and August Manning a few years ago?

What if they ended up onJockGossip?

A shiver went down Leif’s spine at the thought of this encounter ending up on the sports gossip site, but this time it left him with a cold sweat. What had he done?

“Oh fuck,” he whispered.

Tanner sighed noisily. “Oh my God, dude, you are so predictable.”

“What are youtalkingabout?” Leif snapped, his hands shaking as he tucked his cock away. It was still a little sticky, but at least most of the cum had ended up in Tanner’s hand.

“The second you nut, you get the regretskies.”

Regretskies? Leif wondered. Ugh. Probably some stupid slang Tanner had just invented and was convinced was brilliant.

It took Leif three tries to get his linen shorts buttoned.

He glanced nervously back toward the sidewalk, but it only had the effect of blowing out his vision again. As he blinked at Tanner, his vision returned enough to see him wipe his messy hand on the side of his unbuttoned short-sleeved shirt.

“Gross,” Leif said with a curl of his lip. That was disgusting.