All Chapters of PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~ CALVIN ~Today is a Friday, meaning? I have to finish whatever the fuck I want to do so I can cross paths with Morano before he proceeds to the field.Yesterday was something else. And I can't call it as sick. I can still feel his eyes on me and it amuses me. Yes, I hate Morano the most, and his friends too. Call me a hypocrite for hating them while still trying to slip under their radar. My reason for hating Morano is common enough right? I detest Jocks. Cocky jocks. Overprivileged cocky jocks who think they have the world at their feet and actually, Morano fits right into that category.What about now? I believe he's on a mission to make my three years of hardwork go down the drain because of his unavailability. Not today. Not again.I hurry toward an empty classroom at the faculty of social sciences and humanities —my faculty— keeping my gaze on my feet to reduce my imposing height. I'm too tall and it makes me stick out more than I want to. And most think of it as bad posture

~ CALVIN ~He’s slumped on a chair on the porch, his head tilted to the side. A half-empty bottle of booze propped against one of the legs of the chair.Was he waiting for me?I hope not.I sigh quietly, hands buried deeper into my pocket.Father is not the exact best person to first see especially after a long shift.His cap shields his face, and I curse under my breath as I walk past him, not sparing him another glance. Just a few more steps and I'll be in—However, he staggers to his feet just as I was about to cross the threshold.He was waiting for me. Unfortunately.“Oi, son.”I stiffen but I didn't stop. I give him a curt nod and make my way inside nonetheless. The foul smell attacks me, forcing me to swallow the bile rising up my throat. I force myself to get used to it. Again.He taps my arm as he take a swig from the bottle, his eyes appearing crinkled at the sides like he's amused.Father's a mess.I'd always hated booze. It tastes like piss.“You are so rude.” He slurs, mo

~ CALVIN ~When I pushed through the lecture room doors, I didn’t really expect to see Brandon Morano waiting for me. Like, he'd messaged me this morning and we'd agreed on meeting at the faculty library.He’s leaning against the wall, looking like he’s trying to make himself invisible. As soon as he spots me, his face turns pink, and he straightens up, rubbing his hands together like he’s nervous.Brandon’s different from the rest of the Morano brothers. He’s quiet, almost skittish sometimes, like he’s trying not to take up too much space.To me, he’s proof that not all Morano heirs are shitty. I remember Asher Morano back when he was still here. I was in my second year back then. He'd fucked his way through almost every girl in his year before graduating.His grades were the only thing that kept his reputation somewhat intact. The guy was a genius, sure, but a complete asshole just like the other asshole which was why I wasn't surprised when I found him screwing Dr. Kiki.Brandon’s

~ ALISTAIR ~Straight men aren't supposed to repeatedly think about a man's hand on their cock.They aren't supposed to have their hand on their cock, twisting and pulling at a particular memory of a man twisting and pulling their cock.Thrusting. Groaning. Writhing. Moaning. For something. Anything. More.Stop.“Fuck it.” I mutter under my breath as I drop my hand from my cock for the umpteenth time this week.This isn't right.It's Thursday and I have practice today. I'd barely escaped running into him on Tuesday –my free day, and Wednesday —the day he'd insisted on us using as project practice and today— my coaching session with him.Fuck project practice when I'm a mess.Fuck project practice when my cock always does a standing ovation anytime the thought of his annoyingly veiny fingers on my cock crosses my mind or the way our lips almost touched.I think I'm going nut.Purging didn't work either.I'd almost beaten the guy who was dumb enough to enter the ring with me at the unde

~ CALVIN ~ Just a little slip. Just a little tip. Then, everything went crashing over the edge. Self control is essential but mine slipped. I detest overprivileged cocky jocks. In other words, Alistair Morano, but I still want to see him writhe under me. It all started when I had his cock pulsing in my palms and when I had him between me and his car. And then, like a distant dream, I was jolted awake. After that day with him sandwiched between me and the Car, he always has this leggy blonde hanging on his arms around like he's trying to prove some shit. Okay, this is what I'm talking about. Right now, I'm waiting for him at our secluded corner at the library so we can be done with today's coaching session. And yeah, he has the leggy blonde hanging on his arm as he approaches me. I clench my hands into fists under the table as he draws out a chair for her like a perfect gentleman. Loser. The blonde sits, her cheeks tinted pink as he draws out the chair beside her and settles o