Jagger Jackson. He smiled at me and I felt myself smile in return, even though I was certain that little cartoon birds circled over my head from the blunt force of the basketball. I started to take a step in his direction, as if some unknown force was pulling me toward him, but that Josh guy called my name and this time he sounded more frustrated than concerned. I broke my connection from Jag and looked at the guy. The hateful scowl of disapproval he wore on his face made him downright ugly.
“Pick up dudes on your own time,” he added with a sneer. Ahhh, we had ourselves a hater in the mix. As much as I would have loved to knock the derision right off his face, I’d just show him that my fairy basketball skills were probably ten times more superior to his knuckle-dragging ones. I mean, that really had to slow him down a lot. I said nothing in return; I just threw up my hands in a friendly okay gesture.
Both of our teams went through the warmup drills for several minutes until the referee blew the whistle to signal that we needed to get our starters out on the court. I was the best point guard on my team, which I felt had more to do with Josh’s hateful attitude than who I liked to fuck, so I took my position behind the circle on the court and waited for the ref to throw up the jump ball. I also wasn’t surprised to see Jag line up against our guy as one of the jumpers. I bet those long legs could really get him off the ground; and fuck if I didn’t want to take my time learning every muscle and sinew.
All lusting stopped the minute the ball went into the air, well that was until Jag’s body brushed up against mine the first time during the heat of battle. It was innocent at first, just subtle brushes of his arm or hand against mine or the rub of our legs together as I went in for a layup that he moved over to try and block. The basketball swooshed through the hoop at the same time my balls began to firm up, wanting more touches from him.
Innocent was soon replaced by a blatant press of his bulge to my ass while I was boxing him out to prevent him from getting a rebound. His brazenness threw me off enough that he easily got the offensive rebound and posted up the score. The smug look he gave me had me ratcheting up my intensity to a level I hadn’t known since the championship game my senior year of high school. For some reason, I felt like I had more to prove that early fall night going up against Jag in the league championship game then I did in high school, even though the hopes and dreams of my school lived and died on my attempt at a buzzer beater three-point shot.
Luckily for me, I was victorious on both occasions. My buzzer beater against Jag took two overtimes to get done, but victory was made sweeter by the amount of sweat equity I had put into it. The look in his eyes was indescribable when we lined up and slapped hands. I couldn’t remember a time I had been covered in as much sweat, or as turned on, as I was that night.
Topping his team in the game would pale in comparison to topping the man who had unknowingly kept me captivated for months. My body physically shook with need for me to make my move, because I was certain he felt the same way. Instead of claiming my victory fuck, I walked away. I blew out a deep breath of relief as I neared my car, but it was short lived.
“You want to grab a cold beer?” His deep voice, like the man himself, pulled me in and held my body prisoner. I had never found myself in a position of turning away from someone I wanted that badly, but no good would ever come from me taking what he was so eagerly offering me. The cold beer would have led to sex so hot and primal that we’d scrape and claw each other to the bone. I knew it as surely as I knew my name, but just as certain was the fact that it would hurt Gray if he found out. Gray didn’t like or trust Jag and my friendship with him would always trump a good lay.
Still, it was with a shaky, unconvincing voice when I turned and said, “It’s not a good idea.” He wasn’t used to being told no, I could see it clearly in his expression and body language. I wouldn’t say that he was hurt, more like stunned. “Things could get really sticky.”
“That was the plan,” Jag said, deliberately misunderstanding my comment. He approached me until he was only a few feet away. I was once again caught up in the raw beauty of the man. His chiseled cheekbones, nose, brows, and square jaw reminded me of a comic book superhero. We were both sweating profusely from the game and I found his scent intoxicating. My cock twitched beneath my shorts as I imagined having his scent all over my body. The lascivious look he threw my way said he knew how his words affected me. “It’s not like we’d have to tell them. They’re not our priests and we don’t have to confess all of our sins to them.”