Quarterback Sack [The Mating Games 1]

CHAPTER 1 Ricky walked around the camp, just watching as some set up their tents and other's played ball or just raced around the park. Children were laughing, girls were primping, and guys were strutting their stuff. Ricky was excited and nervous all at the same time. The Mating Games... and he was here and a part of it. Once every four years the Council put together this gathering, so that all shifters, big and small, meat eater or vegetarian, could come together and participate in events, searching for their mates. It has been extremely successful in the past. Thousands of shifters and other paranormals have come together, to play some athletic games as they are and not worry about hurting others or having a greater advantage over humans. Since paranormals and shifters are typically faster and stronger than humans, they are not permitted to participate in the human world. This gives them an outlet to have some fun and maybe find their mate in the process. Ricky hoped that it would be just as successful for him now. The rules were simple, you need to be at least eighteen to participate and all matings must be consensual. The last event he was only seventeen but now, at twenty-one, here was his chance. Being a nerd, Ricky was not very good with the social thing. He was shy, and except for his best friend Scamp, a nickname Ricky had given him years ago because of his attitude, and other nerds, Ricky just didn't know how to talk to people. "Oh, my God, Ricky, can you believe it? Can you believe it? We are actually here!" Ricky turned and, sure enough, there was Scamp running towards him. "Hey there, Scamp, I'm glad your family finally made it. I was starting to wonder." Ricky said with a smile. Scamp scrunched his face as he said, "Would you please call me Ian. I'm twenty and looking to start a family, you know." Smiling, Ricky said, "Sorry, Ian." Ian huffed, then said, "My stupid sister was being her bitchy self, as usual. She wanted to throw my suitcases out so she could fit her five in the car." Ricky's smile broadened as he asked, "Oh, and how many were you trying to bring?" Ian's mouth thinned in displeasure as he said, "I only had three." Ricky laughed as he shook his head, "So how many did your dad let you bring?" Crossing his arms over his chest, Ian mumbled, "Two each." Throwing his head back, Ricky's burst of laughter could be heard echoing around the park. Ian sniffed, "It isn't that funny." "Yes, it is. You are such a flamer." Ricky said as he wiped the tears from his eyes. Ian's eyebrow rose as he said, "Oh really, and you're not? You have your black hair with white tips, and if I'm not mistaken, that's black eye liner surrounding your blue eyes, and what nail polish are you wearing?" Ricking held his hand up admiring his new tips he just had done as he said, "It's called Magnetic Marble, and the hair thing isn't fair, it's naturally that way." Ian snorted, "My point is that you and I have been best friends since we were five, and we are exactly the same, minus the hair thing." A group of girls came towards Ricky and Ian and stopped. The blond turned to the red head and sniffed, "Do you smell that?" Looking at Ian and Ricky she asked, "Which one of you smells good enough to eat?" Ian and Ricky looked at each other and Ricky smiled, saying, "Hey, don't look at me, I'm a skunk." Then began walking away. Ian ran to catch up yelling, "I can't smell, I'm a bat." Snorting, Ricky said, "What the heck does that have to do with anything, Ian?" "What?" Ian asked, affronted. "Whether you can smell or not has nothing to do with your actual smell." Ricky said with a shake of his head. Ian huffed, "So what? You wanted me to tell them that you might be a skunk, but damn, I hear you always smell so good?" Bumping shoulders, Ricky said, "Oh, shut up." They both walked around, laughing at some of the antics going on around them. They even played a bit of touch football with the Aardvark family against the opossums. Feeling hungry, Ian and Ricky made their way back to their families. Ian and Ricky's parents had always been best friends and neighbors, so they always shared a camping area and Ricky and Ian shared a tent, while his parents slept in the camper with Ricky's sisters. "So, did you see anything interesting?" Ricky's father asked as he flipped the burgers on the grill. Ian's dad set the ketchup and mustard on the table as he said through the side of his mouth, "What your father is asking is, did you find your mate?" Ricky and Ian looked at each other than turned red with embarrassment. Ricky muttered, "No, sir." "But I thought I saw you talking to the Jenkins’ daughters?" Ricky's mom said as she brought out the potato salad and chips. Sighing heavily Ricky said, "Mom, we had this discussion. I'm gay. I have always been gay. I will always be gay. That isn't going to change, unless the Gods are cruel enough to make my mate a woman." Ricky's mom pursed her lips and waved her finger at Ricky as she said, "Don't you be rude to your momma. You are not that grown that I can't paddle your behind." Ricky snorted, "Mom, I'm twenty-one, not two." "Gladys, leave the boy alone." Ricky's dad tried intervening. Gladys snapped her eyes to her husband, "Don't you Gladys me, Russell. My boy will respect me. I am his momma." Then she turned back to Ricky and said, "I was not denying your preferring men, Ricky. I was just wondering if maybe any of them were the one. None of us know who the fates have chosen for us, Ricky. Just know that whoever it is, they are never wrong." "Heads up!" A loud voice yelled, causing Ricky to look up quickly and get smacked in the face with a football. Ricky got hit so hard he was flung backwards to the ground. "Oh, s**t!" Said a baritone voice that caused Ricky's c**k to go hard as a rock, as he laid on the ground, covering his bleeding nose. Ricky could hear his mom screaming, "You killed my boy!" "Ricky, are you okay? Talk to me." Ian whispered fearfully. Ricky moaned as he turned his head side to side. "He's alive!" Ian yelled, causing Ricky to flinch from the booming headache he now had. "Scamp, stop yelling." Ricky moaned. "Sorry," Ian muttered as he continued to touch Ricky's head. "Ow! f**k, that hurts!" Ricky hollered. Gladys knelt next to her son, shooing Ian away as she snapped, "Richard James Dean, you will watch your mouth young man." Taking a wet cloth, Gladys placed it on his bleeding nose, and Ricky mumbled, "Sorry, mom." "Is he going to be okay? I'm so sorry. I overthrew the ball." Came that soft baritone voice once more. Ricky groaned, as he felt his c**k twitch anew. Ricky tried to sit up, so no one would notice his current situation, but everyone was hovering, so he hissed, "I'll be fine if everyone would move and let me sit up." Gladys stood up as she firmly said, "Ricky, we have talked about the rudeness once already today. Don't make me ground you." Ricky sat up and sighed, "Mom I'm twenty-one years old, you can't ground me." Ricky didn't hear a word his mother said after that, because when he opened his eyes everything went quiet. There were no sounds, breathing, or surrounding activity. There was just Ricky and the Adonis in front of him, looking concerned. The man was huge, he had to be close to seven feet tall and weigh a good three hundred pounds, but damn if he wasn't all muscle. He had the most amazing short, silver colored hair and the darkest brown eyes that Ricky felt like he could get lost in for days. "Ricky? Ricky?" Yelled Gladys. Not getting a response, Gladys turned to her husband and insisted, "Call the ambulance, Russell, he must have a concussion or something." Finally hearing his mom's worry, Ricky quickly said, "No mom, I'm fine. I just needed to get my bearings.” "Oh, my God, that's funny." The silver haired guy laughed. Ricky felt an electrical zing at the man's laughter and then reminded himself what the guy was laughing about. Wow, it's so typical to have such a hot guy be an asshole. Ricky often wondered if all the sexy as sin guys were taken aside and given private lessons on how to be an asshole, because it never failed, every time he saw one, that is exactly what they ended up being. "It figures." Sighed Ricky as he got to his knees, still holding the cloth to his nose. "What figures?" The guy asked. Struggling to sit up, Ricky snarled, "I'm glad my broken nose can make you laugh." Kneeling quickly to help Ricky, the man said, "Oh no, that's not what I meant. I just meant when you said bearings and I'm a bear that..." Ricky shrugged the man off, more because his touch felt like fire racing through his veins, but instead he growled, "Whatever." "I really am sorry." The guy said as he began to sniff the air, "Damn, you smell good. What is that? Jasmine mixed with cloves?" The man continued to sniff at Ricky and Ricky pulled back, embarrassed, "Dude, I don't even know your name." The guy actually blushed as he said, "I apologize, my name is Derk Chamberlain. It's just...I... I could smell you for days and my bear is..." Derk said as he got even closer, smelling Ricky between his neck and shoulder, making Ricky’s c**k start to drip into his pants. "Holy f**k, you're my mate!" The guy gasped. Still holding the cloth to his nose, Ricky flicked his eyes towards Derk. "Oh Russell, did you hear that? This is Ricky's mate!" Gladys said as he cupped her own cheeks and swung her body left to right. "I heard, Gladys." Russell responded as he looked closely at his son. Ian rushed to Ricky when Ricky turned deathly pale asking, "Ricky, are you okay?" Ricky felt his body shaking as he began to breath in and out at a rapid rate, "I...I need to...to get out...of...of here." Ricky shifted and slipped out of his pants leg. Running as fast as his little legs would take him, his parents screaming his name and Ian running after him.