Ian and Wes

I think I have a boyfriend.

Holy shit.

A week ago I was fully convinced that I had a snowflake's chance in hell of having any sexual (let alone romantic) encounters until college. Until AT LEAST college.

Over the years, I had learned that relationships were for other people. I was the only gay kid in school as far as I knew.

And even then, I only had about 1 leg out of the closet.

My mom reminded me as often as she could that straight boys were not to be messed with. That expressing interest in the wrong person was the surest way to get beaten to a pulp.

So I basically took that as, if a guy didn't have a flashing neon rainbow sign hanging above him, then he was off limits.

Celibacy wasn't all bad. Based on the hookup horror stories from my friends, I may have even been better off.

Then Wesley Houston moved back to town and turned my whole world upside down.

One look at him while back-to-school shopping with my mom and my entire life changed.

I could spend all day describing his looks—tall, dark, and handsome doesn't even begin to cover it. He's a football player, offensive line. His shoulders are broad, his body is ripped, his thighs are like sculpted tree trunks. And his cock... don't get me started...

His deep brown eyes electrify me when they sparkle with mischief—even more when they harden with lust.

But the more time I spend with Wes, I realize I can't get enough of the little moments. Like when he's lost in thought. When he's concentrating on something but doesn't think I'm looking. When his eyebrows scrunch together and a small line forms in the middle of his forehead and he sticks his tongue between his teeth.

Or when he's holding my hand. Or when I look up at him at the end of a soft kiss.

He's my strong, dominant, somewhat kinky alpha male. But he's not just a hot piece of ass—he's also my friend.

And he's frustratingly, maddeningly, stubborn as all hell.

Like I said, I'd kinda gotten used to living my life mostly alone. Then he swoops in and fucks up all my plans.

Like our first day at school after we'd had "the talk" about our relationship.

I had my routine. I'd get to school, met up with the guys next to the front steps, and we'd shoot the shit until the first bell rang.

Apparently this wasn't what Wes had in mind.

He waltzed over to our group that morning and grabbed my hand. He sent a charming smile to my friends Jared, Kevin, and Steve before pulling my arm nearly out of the socket to drag me over to HIS group. Though we'd attended the same school for years, I'd never talked to most of the football players, cheerleaders, and other groupies that Wes normally hung out with. I wouldn't even know what to say to them.

I glared at him as I realized where we were heading. Wes either didn't notice or pretended not to notice.

"Hey everybody! This is Ian. Ian, this is everybody." Wes shouted to the large group cheerfully.

I saw a lot of confused expressions from the others. Their faces looked even more alarmed when Wes moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Uh. Hey," a few kids grunted at me. Most of them didn't seem to care, but I saw a few looks of disgust scattered through the group.

Panic rose in my chest. My head felt dizzy and my legs felt like jelly.

The other kids resumed their conversations, but I couldn't get the judgmental stares out of my head. Even if they had known I'm gay, they didn't know that Wes and I were together. I imagined them all holding pitchforks, coming after me for "turning" their golden stud.

It was so fucking awkward and uncomfortable. The seconds ticked on and it became even more obvious that they were deliberately ignoring Wes and I. Especially considering his grand announcement of our presence.

I couldn't handle this. I wasn't ready for this.

Maybe if I'd had time to prepare. Maybe if he gave me a fucking clue that he was gonna pull something like this.

I turned to Wes, pushing his arms off of me. A fire was burning in my belly.

And for the first time, this fire he caused was not driven by lust.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I whisper-shouted at him.

He looked amused. That made me even more pissed off. "Excuse me," I mumbled to no one in particular as I shoved past Wes towards the school. I shoulder-checked him as forcefully as I could.

He probably didn't even notice. The big oaf.

He did follow me though, "Ian. Ian, come on." I ignored him and continued walking. "Ian, STOP!" His loud voice boomed through the school yard, echoing off the walls.

I turned on my heels, face reddening with anger. I pointed a finger into his chest, "Look, I don't know who THE FUCK you think you are, but I'm not playing your games right now. I've got class." I turned back toward school and didn't dare look back.

I ignored the series of text notifications that buzzed on my phone during my first few morning classes. Fuck him. He doesn't get to just pull shit like that without discussing it with me first.

And what? I'm just supposed to forgive him over an "I'm sorry" text?

Did he think he could just win me over that easily?

Okay, okay. Deep down, I knew he COULD win me over just that easily. And if I was really honest with myself, that's why I wasn't checking my phone. I knew the second I saw his messages, I'd fall right back into his arms.

I had to show him I'm not a pushover. I'd happily let him overpower me in the bedroom, but I still control my own life, he had to know that.

I took a deep breath before entering AP Biology, my only class together with Wes. He was sitting in the seat next to mine, a change from his normal spot in the back row. I contemplated moving to a new spot just to keep punishing him.

I looked at his face, brown eyes soft and full of concern. I knew dragging this out longer would punish me just as much as it punished him. I sighed and took my seat next to him.

"Hey," he said gently.

"Um. Hey," I muttered. I shuffled my textbook and notebook around, buying myself some time to think of something to say.

"So..." Wes didn't wait for me to get my thoughts together before continuing, "Too much too fast?"

I bit the inside of my cheek. I glanced up at him then looked back to my desk. "It's... It's complicated, ok?"

He nodded, his messy dark hair shaking at the movement. "I get that. Look, I'm sorry. I thought you were, you know..." he looked subtly over each shoulder, checking for eavesdroppers, before lowering his voice, "Out."

I pressed my lips together, still staring at my desk to avoid his intense gaze.

Mrs. Smith started class.

I spent about 10% of class listening to the lecture. I brainstormed ways to explain myself to Wes for the other 90%. I tried to think of how to explain it to him. How to distill my thoughts and feelings formed after 18 years of existence into a few words. I really wanted him to understand.

When lunch time came, I asked Wes if he would join me on a bench off to the side away from any prying eyes and ears.

Well, that didn't work out so well. We definitely had a fair amount of onlookers. After all, Wes and I hanging out together, let alone dating, was still very hot gossip that day. And probably would continue to be big news for the rest of the week.

Remind me never to become a celebrity. I have no clue how people deal with actual paparazzi. Stares from a few handfuls of teenagers were enough to make consider faking sick for the rest of the day.

Wes began eating his lunch quietly, clearly waiting for me to say whatever it was that I needed to say.

My mouth went dry.

"I... So... Look..." Fuck. This was not off to a good start.

He just watched me attentively. No sign of judgment or rush.

Dammit, it'd be a lot easier to be mad at him if he wasn't so great.

I took a deep breath and started again, "I've never done this before. I'm not used to people making decisions for me." Ok, so far so good. That sounded reasonably intelligent. Keep it up, Ian. "And, like, this morning I felt like you made a pretty big decision for me."

He opened his lips.

I pressed on quickly before he could start, "I'm not ashamed of us or anything. And I am out, kind of. I don't know.... It hasn't really come up too much, if that makes sense?" Wes nodded. "I just... I don't know, I wasn't prepared for all that."

I glanced around at the faces whispering and staring at us.

"Fuck 'em," Wes said simply.

I looked back at him confused. "Yeah, that's pretty easy for you—"

"And for you to say, too, Ian." He looked positively convinced. He gestured around at the crowd with his thick arm speckled with dark hair. "All these people here, how many of them do you think you'll remember in 5 years?"

I rolled my eyes at him.

He stared blankly at me and continued waiting for my response, his hand still extended towards the crowd of our peers.

I blinked, considering his question. If I was honest.... "Maybe a few? I guess.... Just my friends probably."

"Exactly!" Wes exclaimed confidently. "If they don't like me, or the shit that I do? Fuck 'em." He brushed the dark blond hair off of my forehead. "I don't give a shit if they even remember me. But I want you to remember me." The breath left my chest. I was stunned into stillness by his words. "I think I fucked up this morning. I'm sorry, Ian. I am. I'm sorry I put you in a position that made you uncomfortable. But I'm not sorry for being who I am, and for wanting to show people what you mean to me." I lifted my blue eyes to meet his. "I'm never gonna be sorry for that."

Fuck 'em.

I kissed him.

I kissed him right there in front of everyone who was watching. He was right. He was absolutely right.

Fuck 'em.

Life's too short.

I kissed him, hopefully passing along all the words I couldn't say through the movement of my lips and tongue. Wes happily offered me replies of his own.

I only came up for air when I heard a teacher yell, "Alright, alright, break it up! Come on guys. You know this isn't the place."

I blushed, but I noticed my cheeks didn't feel nearly as red as they would've been even a day ago. Wes grabbed my chin between his index finger and thumb and winked at me before pulling away to his side of the bench.

"So I guess that settles it then?" He asked me before taking a big bite of his sandwich.

I laughed, "Yeah... I guess so."

"Nice." His mouth was full but his broad smile was obvious.

And just like that, our first fight was behind us.

Later that day I scored a goal at the soccer game while my boyfriend cheered for me from the bleachers.

I felt on top of the fucking the world. Absolutely unstoppable.

I was riding the positivity wave hard after the game. We all went out for burgers afterwards. It was me, Wes, Jared, Jared's girlfriend/friend/hookup/I-have-no-idea Lindsay, Steve, and Kevin.

Lindsay and Wes had gotten to know each other after sitting in the stands together during the game. She was actually starting to breathe normally around him. I was on the bench when he first arrived after football practice ended (of course I took my head out of the game to notice his arrival). Lindsay looked like she'd seen a ghost as he plopped down next to her and extended his hand in greeting.

I chuckled. He still had that effect on me. And we'd had our cocks in each other's mouths.

His impact on people wasn't even fair.

Wes caught the look in my eye and casually rubbed his elbow against mine.

Well, I thought it was casual. Kevin read a little more into it, "You know, you should probably wait to be out of public before you start fucking this time." Everyone cracked up, but Wes's laugh rang out the loudest.

Steve chimed in, "Ah, but that isn't really their style, remember? Didn't you see that little show at lunch today?!"

I swear Wes actually puffed his chest out the slightest bit. Of course he was proud.

Lindsay snorted, "Yeah, for real. That was crazy... Like, literally, the last thing anyone saw coming. The absolutely last." She laughed again loudly.

"Why's that?" Wes cocked an eyebrow at her. He wasn't laughing anymore.

Lindsay's face fell as she noticed Wes's tone had changed, "Umm... I just mean... you know..."

"Clearly I don't know. Why don't you explain it to me. Why is Ian and I being together so crazy?" Wes pressed, his deep voice dripping with authority.

Jared glanced quickly between his girlfriend and Wes. I swear he broke out into a sweat. He looked at me, urging me to step in and save the situation.

"'Cause I'm obviously too good for you. It's basically an act of charity for me to even be seen with you right now." I slapped Wes on the back with one hand and grabbed onto his thigh under the table with the other. Luckily my comment got a huge laugh and broke the tension.

I was not offended in the least by Lindsay's comment. I know she didn't mean it as a real insult. I also know she wasn't expecting that kind of reaction out of Wes.

But I gotta say, seeing Wes get riled up to defend my honor got me really hot and bothered.

Suddenly I was ready for my big strong caveman to throw me over his shoulder, take me home, and fuck me.

Alas, we were still in a restaurant surrounded by my friends.

A guy can dream.

Apparently Wes was picking up what I was putting down because he grabbed my hand that was on his thigh and moved it up, closer to his crotch. He was wearing roomy basketball shorts that left little to the imagination. I chanced a quick peek down at his lap before inconspicuously reaching for another sip of my drink.

Yep, Wes was definitely aroused.

I extended a finger and ran a slow stroke along the curve of one of his big balls.

My body was close enough to his that I both heard and felt the deep rumble that rippled from his chest.

Steve and Jared were rehashing the game earlier when I enveloped my boyfriend's clothed dick in my hand.

Wes choked on his french fry.

A bunch of concerned looked came his way and he assured the group that he was fine, and the conversation continued.

"Yeah but did you see that one forward? His ball handling was garbage!" Steve insisted.

I took the inspiration and returned to handling Wes's balls. He seemed to pick up on the invisible double entendre and chuckled.

Steve pointed at Wes, "See, he saw it too! Anyone could see that!" I laughed under my breath at Steve's ignorance to what was happening under the table.

"Yeah, but it's not always about being aggressive and attacking the ball non-stop," Jared argued.

I squeezed Wes's balls in my grip the slightest bit. I felt the larger man's body tense.

"You gotta have finesse," Jared continued. I released Wes's nuts and pulled his cock in a long stroke.

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," Steve nodded. "But some people just suck."

Wes raised his eyebrow at me, daring me to act on THIS double entendre. I licked my lips. His dark eyes tracked my tongue as it swiped across my bottom lip. I heard what sounded like a growl.

I slowly pulled my hand from his package, sure that I was tempting fate far too much.

Wes leaned in close and with that unbearably sexy deep voice whispered in my ear, "I don't tolerate starting something you can't finish, Ian."

I ran a hand through my hair and saw his pupils widen the slightest bit. He loved playing with my hair. My voice was husky as I whispered back to him, "Who said I don't intend to finish?"

He held my gaze for a minute or two before nodding slightly and returning back to the conversation.

The group stayed at the restaurant a little while longer. I made it a point to watch Jared and Lindsay—yeah, they're definitely boyfriend/girlfriend. At least that question was answered. Towards the end, they were almost as bad as Wes and I with the public displays of affection.

Almost.

I hopped in Wes's Jeep and buckled my seatbelt. He was surprisingly silent. It was unnerving.

He drove the opposite direction of either of our houses. But he didn't explain why. He didn't say anything at all. My unease was growing quickly.

"Um... is everything okay?" I asked after a while, unable to hold in the question any longer.

His large hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. He inhaled deeply. His eyes still on the road, he responded after a beat, "I've been trying to fight the urge to throw you down and fuck you since your little game at the restaurant."

I gulped.

Well whatever I expected him to say, it certainly wasn't that.

But it suddenly hit me how badly I wanted it. Wanted him to throw me down. Wanted his dick sliding into me. Taking me.

My legs were shaking.

Wes brought the Jeep to a halt. I looked out the window and recognized that we were at a local park. The sun had set, there were no other people there. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I turned back to look at him, I'm certain he could see the fire that was growing within me. The need that was growing.

He grunted at me and licked his lips, "I'm not gonna fuck you in the Jeep." I must've looked devastated. "At least not right now. But someday," His teeth gleamed as he shot me that charming smile.

Well now I'm confused.

"Baby," He started. I melted. He didn't have to say another word. I was putty in his hands at one small endearment.

What had I been saying earlier about showing him that I can hold my own?

He continued, "Your first time is not gonna be rushed in the backseat. It'll be better than that, I'll make damn sure of it."

I smiled at him, touched that he wanted to make it special for me. I almost told him don't bother, I was so ready for him right then and there.

But I've waited this long to lose my virginity, what's a little longer?

I lowered my chin and looked up at him through my eyelashes, "So what did you have in mind?"

He chuckled and rubbed his rough stubble, "I'm glad you asked. Now, I heard somewhere about someone not starting something they can't finish?" He leaned back against the door, turning his legs and lap towards me.

The bulge in his lap was obscene. God, being that fucking sexy should be illegal. What chance in hell would I ever have to resist him?

I licked my lips and continued to stare.

"See something you like?" He asked cockily. "Come and get it then."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned over to his lap in record time. I opened my mouth, breathing heavily on his length. My hot breath penetrated the fabric of his shorts. He raised his arms and crossed his fingers behind his head, letting me do my work.

Thankfully he did move his hips up to allow me to pull his shorts down. I don't think I could've managed that on my own.

I wrapped my lips around his cock, bringing his length home. My tongue lovingly caressed all sides of the shaft. I licked him like I was memorizing every inch. Every curve, that vein... I circled the head, sucking on the mushroom tip. His nectar was sweet on my tongue. I straightened my tongue and pointed it at the hole at the end of his cock.

That's when I felt the hands in my hair and all was finally right with the world.

He gripped roughly. "That's it, Ian. Ah fuck. Now suck on my balls!"

I huffed before moving to his suggested destination, making a show of the request being a big inconvenience (as if we both didn't know full well that I'd end up with my mouth on his balls eventually). But fine, if that's what my man wants, I am all too happy to deliver.

I lapped the heavy sacs. The smell was potent. It going me going even more.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? You like sticking your nose in my balls? You like my big cock resting on your face?" He tugged on my hair harder.

"Yesssss, you know I do," I moaned as I ran my tongue around one of the globes of his balls before sucking it into my mouth. I let it fall out then took his entire length in my mouth.