Claimed Before Christmas

He's a Dork

He’s a dork. And god, why does that turn me on even more? Get it together, Elías. Closing his door, I try to push all thoughts of Julian out of my head. Off limits, I tell myself again. When I get back to the deck, I look around for Corie and my jaw tightens when I spot him. Julian has his back pushed to the wall of the house, and I see Corie leaning into him, his hand resting beside Julian’s head. Julian is smiling at whatever he’s saying.

I have the sudden urge to punch him right in the face, which is contrary to what I’ve been doing all summer: making sure his ass doesn’t get hurt so our season doesn't go to s**t. It wouldn't look too good if the coach beat up his student right in his pretty-boy face.

“Anderson!” I snap his last name like we’re at practice, and it achieves the effect I want. He snaps to attention, looking like a deer in headlights. “Here’s your book. Now get your ass home and get some rest. We had a long day today.”

“Sure thing, Coach,” he says, but not before he turns and playfully ruffles Julian’s dark hair. “See you on Monday.”

My grip tightens on the playbook, but he releases the kid and makes his way over to me before I can snap at him again. Handing it over, I resist the urge to tell him to stay away from Julian, who’s just standing there watching us. I wish I knew if it was me or Anderson he had that curious look in his eyes for.

Corie makes his departure, and Julian continues to stare at me.

Fuck, I can’t do this. I break eye contact and walk back over to my chair. I go through the motions for the rest of the night, staying long enough to eat and celebrate so I don’t seem like a prick for leaving Julian's birthday early.

I make the excuse of a long day on the field and head to bed. I debate taking care of things myself; my pulse is still thrumming from watching Julian all night. He would sometimes huff out a laugh that would turn into a snort, making him blush with embarrassment, and dammit, if that didn't get to me too. I decide against it. I know I’d only think about him, and that wouldn't help the hunger I’m struggling to suppress. I’ll just go without as a little self-punishment. Stripping down, I climb into bed, letting images of a lean, dark-haired boy play through my mind as I slowly drift off.

It’s not long after I've fallen asleep when I hear a click, and my eyes pop open, unsure of what the noise was. I wait a second, and when I don’t hear anything else, I start to drift back off.

Moments later, I feel the blanket over me shift. My eyes fly open. I see Julian standing beside the bed, his hand creeping under the covers. Reaching out, I grab his wrist, pulling him close to me. A sharp gasp escapes his lips, shocked by my speed. My heart starts racing, but I need to be quiet so his parents don’t hear us.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, looking over to the door. I see that it’s locked. Julian must have flipped the lock when he snuck in. Phila and Lanette are just down the hall; they’ll hear us if we aren't careful.

He leans in and whispers just as quietly into my ear. “I couldn’t sleep. I thought maybe...”

His words trail off, but I feel his hand run across my bare chest and down my stomach. It’s then I realize where his hand is headed, and I’m not wearing anything. I like to sleep naked in the summer, which was clearly a mistake with him in the house, but I’d been on edge all night and wanted to feel the air.

“You need to go back to your room,” I say through gritted teeth, but I don’t let go of his wrist. I look down and see he’s wearing an oversized, thin t-shirt that’s falling off one shoulder, exposing his collarbone. I’m so hard being this close to him, seeing his skin, and smelling his scent. I breathe deeply and I catch a hint of something more—something that smells like pure desire. He probably had jerked off before showing up here. I close my eyes tightly. “Leave, Julian, or you’ll be sorry you stayed.”

His hand pushes forward under the covers, and I feel his fingertips touch my c**k. My breath catches at the slight contact, and I have to focus just to keep from losing it immediately.

“Julian,” I warn, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he leans closer, pressing his neck against my mouth while he grips my c**k even more tightly under the covers. I moan at the sensation, trying to pull back, but he puts a knee on the bed, his shirt riding up. I can see the lines of his body, lean and pale, absolutely ready for me.

“Please, Elías. I need this. I know you want me. I can feel it.” He pauses for a minute, looking for the right words. “I want to feel you. I want us both to get what we want.”

I look into his eyes and scoot back in the bed. I’ve never been tempted like this, and goddammit, I want to sink into him. I look to the door, double-checking that it’s locked, and think it over. I could do this. I can just help him find his release and then he can leave. I’ll be a wreck afterward, but I can make this quick. It’s the only way to get him to go so we don't get caught. I’ll do this for him and he’ll go, I lie to myself. “Fine. But you have to be quiet. I don’t want your parents finding out. And this stays between us, right?” I look into his eyes. They’re finally free of his glasses, and they look so much deeper and brighter now.