His eyes close, and he throws his head back with a quiet shout, making me lose it just as he finds his release. Cum sprays from my cock, soaking my briefs and my jeans and leaving me sticky and gross, but not caring as I thrust against him. He rolls his hips, taking every last ounce of pleasure.

“Holy. Fuck.” He kisses me, biting on my lower lip, and I smile, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close.

My head rests against his chest, and I smile. “That was beautiful.”

He hugs me tight, and neither of us needs to say anything right now.

We can do this. It’ll be fine.

We can do this for each other.

20. Camden

TWENTY

CAMDEN

So yeah, that happened. I can’t believe I let it happen, but I can’t bring myself to regret it. It’s been a few days since we got off together in my bedroom, coming in our jeans. And yeah . . . no regrets.

Maybe I should be worried because he’s straight, and I know that. But he’s also my best friend. Him saying it was a safe space opened up something inside me I didn’t even know I had.

It made me want to take something for myself. And he’s right, I know I’m safe with him. That he would never do anything to hurt me.

But I also know it’s going to hurt when this ends. When he gets his confidence back or deems me totally experienced in all things gay and setting me on about my way while he finds another girlfriend or, God forbid, goes back to Kennedy.

Still, I can’t seem to make myself stop. I don’t want to, I realize.

This week has been busy with practice and a few odd jobs I picked up to help with the upcoming heating bills when it gets stupid cold.

Tonight is our last game, and my side is feeling a lot better. But I can still feel Kingston’s watchful eyes on me, wondering if I’m really okay.

I want to reassure him, but we’re in the locker-room, surrounded by all the other guys on the team. As much as I still hate myself for it, I’ve been cautious since the locker-room blowup the other day.

I don’t want any more attention brought to Kingston and me.

We haven’t fooled around since that night, but nothing seems off either. Everything seems totally fine and the same. He’s still the same Kingston around me, and I’ve still been mostly fixated on helping my mom and doing well in school.

And this game.

I want to win this last one. I may not be obsessed with football like the rest of the town, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to win. Maybe a small part of me will even miss it.