LOGINLogan"Look at me," Nate commands and I jerk my eyes up, meeting his hot gaze.Damn, his eyes are so beautiful.He pushes in and my hole swallows the head of his cock."Fuck," I hiss and arch my back. Oh, he's so big. His fingers don't even compare to what he's putting me through right now."Are you okay?" He leans in and whispers into my ear. His hot breath fans my neck as he speaks.I nod lightly."It's okay," he coos, kissing my forehead. "If you want me to stop, I'll stop.""Don't stop," I whisper, "don't stop."I hold him in place and my fingers dig into his shoulders and back, forming what I'm sure will be crescent-shaped arcs of my fingernails on him.He captures my lips in a hot kiss, sucking my lower lip. And he's still only buried about two inches in me.He pushes himself in again; this time he goes about three inches deeper and my mouth is hanging open. Pain sears through me and tears well up in my eyes."Fuck, are you okay?" Nate whispers.Before I can respond, he makes to
Logan Turns out, I slept really early. All because of Nate. Because tell me why I am waking up by 4 a.m. all on my own. Without any alarm. And I don't even feel sleepy anymore. Not to mention, there is a human-sized koala wrapped around me. He really hasn't left me since he held on to me. I kinda feel horrible. I have never seen him like that before. Whatever it was that hit him like that, I hope it's over. He may be a jerk and a prick. A humongous prick. But he shouldn't be hurting like this. I glance around. It's still dark outside and my phone is on my bed. Shit, if I move, I'm gonna wake him. I'm so bored. It's been at least 40 minutes since I woke up and I can't even move. An itch crawls up my nose and I scratch it. In the next second, I'm haunted by a sneeze. I cover my hand over my mouth, but I'm loud either way, and Nate jerks up. Great, he's awake anyway. He sits up and shakes his head, his hair all messed up and falling all over his eyes. He runs his hands throug
Nate "Hey, it's late, wanna go home?" I look up from the bar table at Barney's to spot the barman, or rather, bar lady? She has two faces, two arms and everything. Even as she speaks, her voice is like a distant noise. "I've seen you here. You're from Northwood, right?" She asks, and I nod blearily, glancing around. The entire room spins, and it's dark outside. Damn, I've been here since morning. Drinking. I only quit a few hours ago because I passed out on the bar table. "Not fast enough." The words echo in my head, and I slam my hands over my ears as my body tips over from the stool and I fall to the floor. "Shit," I hear someone say, and before I can manage my weak limbs, someone lifts me off the floor. My head is a banging mess. Hungover from all the alcohol. Arms wrap around my shoulders and arms, and someone leads me out to the door. I tilt my face slightly to see the bar lady's face. She's much older. Maybe in her late 20s or so. Her hair is in a bun, and
Nate Logan tips the glass up, emptying its contents into his mouth. I just watch from afar, an energy drink in my hand. I don't actually want to drink. I can't drink. I have to practice tomorrow. Alone. Like I always do on Sundays. Well, at least most Sundays. The party drags on until the evening when the sun sets and we start playing beer pong. Logan is surprisingly very good at it, but Cam is better. And I'm on Logan's team. He throws the ping-pong ball and it lands inside the cup. Cam downs a shot of alcohol and continues. Logan misses the next one and drinks another shot. He goes on until he's a wobbling mess and can barely even throw. "Okay, that's enough. You win, Cam," I say, grabbing Logan's mumbling self and draping his arm over my shoulder. "Of course I win. No one's better at this than me," he smirks, and I just roll my eyes and help Logan up. "I'm gonna take him to my room. Please chase everyone away when you're done." Cam nods absentmindedly, listening to some
Nate"He's your roommate?" Dylan looks at me, eyes wide, mouth slightly hanging open."Holy shit," Cam adds. "Why didn't you tell us?""Uh," I scratch my head. "I was going to. We just got caught up with a lot of things and it just, I don't know, faded?"Dylan folds his hands and looks at me with an arched brow. "Really?"Sheesh, what a suspicious way to look at someone.But "Yeah," I shrug. "Look, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you guys earlier. But I get along with Logan fine now.""Oh wow," Cam is seemingly surprised."I guessed from the way you guys played today. I was a bit surprised, though.""Yeah, we talk now," I confirm, and heat creeps up my spine remembering most of the talking that we do on the bed. "Let's just go home, alright?"They all nod and we walk as a group out of the school and order an Uber.Cam is so clingy, I swear. The entire ride, his arm rests on Dylan's shoulders even as Dylan focuses on his phone. Like, I mean, yeah, we get that you and Dylan are literally chil
Nate Idle chatter continues in the locker room as we strip off our gear and step into the bathroom stalls. Sticking to Dylan's side, I enter the stall with him and the rest, making sure that Logan is in the third stall. The last thing I need is to get a hard-on in the middle of a damn shower. After that, we all dress up and wait for the coach to address us like he always does after every game. "I'll let them know." He says it into the phone as he steps into the doorway. "They'll hate me for it." He smiles and ends the call. He stuffs his phone in his pocket and holds up the clipboard in his other hand. "Okay, boys, can I get a high five?" He raises his hand, and all of us jump, and the yells and chants resume. After almost a full 20 minutes of cheering and celebrating, we finally quiet down to let Coach speak. "That was a wonderful game out there. I do have criticisms." We all let out a collective groan at that. "But I'll save them for later." He continues with a warm smile,







