Chapter 5 Fighting for You 5

Ethan

A few minutes later, I'm scrolling through my Instagram page with its tiny follower count when he walks out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. The guy is intimidating with that physique. I even look away. But as he's getting dressed, he suddenly asks:

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

I look up and he’s finishing pulling up his boxers. I even feel a bit awkward now, which I shouldn't—it's just a naked guy, I've seen plenty of that in the locker room, but never him. I say:

"Yes."

He looks at me while finishing pulling up his shorts and says:

"You've hooked up before, right?"

I nod my head in agreement, but he doesn't look very convinced. But I figure we’ve already shared enough intimacy for me to tell him the truth, even if I don't even want to remember what happened. I say:

"No."

Now he looks more convinced. He then says:

"You should try it."

I don't even know what to say now. He finishes putting on his shirt and says:

"Well, I'm going to sleep. Good night."

I say:

"Good night."

Justin

The guy looks like tension personified. Did he not finish what he was doing? Shit, now I feel guilty about it. Is he a virgin? That explains a lot. I really wish I could stop thinking about this.

Ethan

I wake up in the middle of the night, incredibly horny. I look over at Justin; he's fast asleep. I stroke my dick over my shorts. Maybe he won't see me do it. I close my eyes as I slip my hand inside my shorts. I feel my dick hard and hot as my hand moves slowly up and down around it.

The problem is, everything feels even better when I look at Justin sleeping right there, completely unaware of what I'm doing right next to him. I close my eyes once more and quicken my movements until I hear a voice:

"What are you doing?"

I freeze instantly as I open my eyes and see him standing right by my bed. I quickly sit up and say:

"My bad, man, I thought you were asleep."

I place my hand over my shorts to cover my embarrassment now. How can I be so screwed? He walks slowly to the side of the bed where I am without saying a word. I'm still frozen here from getting caught red-handed. He gets closer; I just stare, having nothing to say, and he comes right up to me. What is happening? He looks me in the eyes, and I do the same. I take a few steps back until I hit the wall. He approaches again. He is right there, making me kind of nervous now. I say:

"Justin, I…"

But he just presses me against the wall behind me and brings his body against mine. What is he doing? But I don't think much about it, because his body rubs against mine and I feel his hard dick meet mine. The heavy way he moves and sighs against my neck is driving me crazy with horniness all over again. He keeps going until I'm almost losing myself.

And when I finally come, he pulls back from my neck and kisses me.

I wake up with a start. I look around, trying to remember where I am. Then I see Justin sleeping in the other bed. Was I dreaming? Thank goodness. But only then do I find myself wondering why I dreamed something like that, and with him of all people.

Justin

He is still messing up the form on his throws. I watch from a distance as the coach insists he redo it. Eventually, the coach says:

"Hey, Ashmore, come over here."

I walk over, and the coach says:

"You have more patience. Keep teaching him here."

I look at Ethan and we greet each other with the traditional bow. He really looks tense and keeps missing the move I saw the coach go over with him a few times today. I say:

"Is something wrong?"

He shakes his head. I say:

"You're a bad liar."

He doesn't say anything, so I ask:

"Did you ever take care of that problem?"

He doesn't answer, but it's obvious he didn't. I think I really messed up w

hatever he was doing when I went to get the condom.

"Are you sure you don't want to, babe?"

I look at Sophie and rub my eyes, saying:

"My head is just full from training."

She looks resentful, as if she thinks it's her fault I don't want to keep going, but that's not it. I kiss her and say:

"It's not you, it's me."

She doesn't seem entirely convinced, but she says:

"Alright, I guess I'm going home then."

She gives me a kiss on the cheek after grabbing her bag and heads toward the door, leaving me here thinking about it.

I need to sort this out with Ethan soon, or it's going to mess with my head. I've been thinking way too much about having interrupted him, and he's still stuck in the same crap he was in before....

"Can I talk to you?"

He adjusts his gi after the end of practice and says:

"Yes."

I begin:

"Tomorrow is Saturday. Does your mom work?"

He says:

"Yes, why?"

I continue:

"Do you have to take care of your sister all day?"

He thinks for a moment, trying to understand why I'm asking this, but says:

"No, my sister doesn't work."

I ask:

"Would you be able to go somewhere with me after noon, and also sleep over at my place again?"

He says, looking a bit surprised:

"Okay, I'll see. I think so."

I say:

"Where's your phone?"

He points to his backpack and we walk over to it. He grabs it, and I tell him to write down my number.

Ethan

He is waiting for me in his car when I step out of the house, my backpack already packed to sleep over at his place once again. After getting into the car, I ask him:

"Where are we going?"

He just looks straight ahead through his sunglasses and says:

"A place I wanted to go today, but I didn't feel like going alone."