All Chapters of Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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CHAPTER FORTY ONE: Head in the game.

Ashford Playing soccer is like being in a trance. People say it's funny how men can enjoy chasing a ball round a field for hours just to see who hits it more. I say it's different. It's always been different for me ever since I was a kid. As a young and impressionable thirteen year old, I knew the kind of things I loved, and wanted from life. My hot teacher, Mr. Stevens who kept his glasses at the bridge of his delectable nose, and soccer. One, the world considered common enough, after all who didn't have a crush on their hot teacher after all? Except, mine was on the teacher the same gender as me. Preposterous if you thought about it from all angles. The second was just something every kid my age did. My parents didn't even care that I played soccer. Well they did to some extent, but they didn't really care, like I wanted them to. I was just another young boy child, who played the same sport every other young boy child played. And I hated it. I guess I've alw

CHAPTER FORTY TWO: Messy thoughts.

Ashford "It's just one game, Pierce, and it's not even the whole game. We have half time to restrategize." Cole places a comforting hand on my shoulder, and I have to stop myself from wincing. The problem is, it is really just one game, but I don't know what caused me to slack too. What am I thinking of that's so consuming that I can't get my head in the game? Shit. Pierce gives me a softer look, probably feeling bad that he might have overreacted. I know a lot of big business men, and multimillionaire dollar conglomerates are getting on me. Soccer isn't just the game or the fans. They're also people who put a lot of money into it. And I can't even begin to imagine the amount of money riding on me, money that would definitely come out of somewhere if I fail them. It doesn't matter that I didn't ask these men to place gambles on me. Wealthy men like these never care. The world is theirs, so they can do as they please, and right now, my game is just one of the things they own

CHAPTER FORTY THREE: Half time.

Ashford I scratch behind my neck, wishing the ground will open right then and there. He just means that it's not completely normal for another player to come hang out with the opposing team. And here I was, feeling antsy that I won't get to see him again. A thirsty whore probably has better self control than me, with how I've been acting lately. I nod stiffly, "Uh, sure. Where should I wait for you, you know? With the fifteen minutes we have and all."Yeah, I even sound stupid. Thankfully, Nate doesn't look like he's picked up on anything, because he straightens before saying. "Eh, why don't you wait in this room? I'll bring him out. It's not like Chris likes hanging out with everyone anyway, so trust that it won't be too hard." I nod again, not trusting myself to say anything that'll make me sound like some desperate slut. He gives me another smooth grin, before walking away, while I tuck myself into the room he pointed. My mind goes back to everything that led up to this d

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR: His sad eyes.

Christian The man in front of me is small, blonde and beautiful, but small is the first word I think of. The way he hunches his shoulders and refuses to meet my eyes. Clearly, he's uncomfortable in my presence, but he's also hell-bent on staying in my presence. What the hell is up with him? When Nate pulled me out of my fussing teammate hold to take me somewhere else, I'd been grateful. Happy even, because I really didn't like standing there, in the middle of their half time, while I was placed on bench duty. I hadn't even wanted to come if it wasn't for Soph, who is probably seated somewhere in the stadium, munching on a snack and ogling hot soccer players. If I knew Nate was going to bring me to Ashford, I would have refused right then and there. But the thing is, it was impossible to know. Hell, I didn't even know Nate knew Ashford. Just how the hell did they meet? 'I wanted to see you' Those words have my pants feeling a little tighter, and the back of my ears burning.

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE: A polite request.

Ashford 'We can have another name for you to call me,' Those words literally make my heart stop, and I'm not even sure I hear anything else after that. For someone who hates me, he sure has an odd way of showing it, but I don't care. Agreeing to give him a nickname is the friendly branch I need, and I'll be damned if I don't fucking accept it as quickly as I can. "What about Ian?" I ask quickly, wetting my lips with my tongue when his eyes meet mine again.This time I hold his gaze, and I'm happy I did because I watch the way his eyes widen when he follows the movement of my tongue. All he has to do is say the words, and I'll shove my tongue into him too. I bet he wants it. I admire his strong will though. I can't imagine wanting something and trying to refrain from having it or getting it. That's how I've always been. If I want something desperately enough, even half as desperately then I'll do everything in my power to make it mine. Everything I want, I get. That's the wa

CHAPTER FORTY SIX: Desperate.

Christian The way the words roll off his lips like they're nothing hit me even harder than the words themselves. I stare at the boy with wide eyes, his own wider than mine, and take up a blown-out look. I don't need to look down at his soccer shorts to know he's spotting a nice tent there A tent from thinking about blowing me. God, he's such a fucking slag. I swear I've never met anyone more cock starved than he is. I should say no. Of course, I will. I'll even laugh in his face once I've rejected him for the umpteenth time. It's not my fault he's so desperate for cock, he's practically and literally begging right now for mine. If I let myself think about it, I'll get too in my head, because to be fair, I've never given the guy the impression that doing something like this would fly by me. If anything, I've always made it clear how much I detest him. Of course, it doesn't matter that he doesn't know why I don't like him so much, but he knows Mt feelings about him. So why

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN: Kinky homophobic slurs.

Ashford Contrary to what Christian might think, I'm not some empty head who can't think simply because a hot man is standing in front of me.I haven't been lying to him. I love cock, and I do want to suck his off. I can't count how many men have begged me to suck them off, or even let them fuck me. It's always been no. I never let things get that far. I never let things like that happen, but right now I want it. Gosh, I want it so bad, I'm practically shaking with it. In a way I'm frightened. I don't know what I'll do if he tells me no, and that's a huge possibility. He's made it clear numerous times that he doesn't want me, absolutely loathed everything about me. I'm hoping my mouth doesn't fall into that category, because I might positively combust if he doesn't give it to me. "See, now you know everything you need to know about me. Will you give it to me now?" I ask in what I hope isn't a whiny voice. For fucks sake, wher

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: No shame

. Ashford "What? Don't like hearing the truth from the mouth of some faggot? Or are you the only one that can say shit?" I spit out at him. Despite the glazed look I'm sure I'm giving him, and the fact that I think I might evaporate into the air if he doesn't let me get off, I'm enraged at him. Who does he think he is to call me slurs like it's nothing?Has he really learned nothing too? After everything with the glare and the massive proportion of mess, it ended up as he's still walking around with a head held up high, and a fucking stiff back. I wish he wasn't so much more bigger than me, I would have sucker punched him in the face first. Except right now, punching him is the last thing I want to do. "You're not saying any truth. Don't delude yourself all because your brain is connected to your tiny dick." He returns with feeling. A shocked gasp tears out of me. Does he rea

CHAPTER FORTY NINE: Aftermath

Christian The walk back to the bleachers where Sophia is waiting for me has to be the most shameful walk of my life. I barely see the people I pass by as I make my way back, and I think I actually bump into someone on the way. With a mumbled and distracted sorry, I walk past them like I can't see anything or anyone. And I'm not sure I can either. Fuck. In all the mistakes—all the fuck ups I've had. All the times I've questioned my own sanity, this has to be the worst one ever. Seriously, what I just did takes the cake. I still can't believe I did that. Fucking hell. How could I have let that boy goad me into doing something like that? Something so stupid, I can't even believe I'm the one that did it. If it isn't for the immense relief I can feeling coursing through my veins, or the fact that I finally feel like I'm back in my own skin for what feels like ages, I won't have believed it myself. Jerking off with a random guy isn't the end of the world. For some

CHAPTER FIFTY: Blackmail messenger.

Christian Even though I'm hundred percent sure I just heard my name, I can't believe it. Maybe it's because I'm still standing in a toilet stall, worrying myself over whether or not Ashford Ryder is a tattle tale. "Is that you? Christian Thompson?" The person calls out again, sounding a little unsure. I half contemplate ignoring them, or flat out lying that I'm not the one, but then I'm a little curious too. The voice doesn't ring any bells in my head, but sure as hell, that person definitely knows who I am. Who could it be? "Who is that?" I ask, pretending to adjust my pants, while seriously hoping I'm not still sprouting any evidence of what I've just done. Before the person can answer, I push the toilet stall door open, and come face to face with a man I've never seen before. My eyes grow slightly wide, and I glance around the rest of the stall space, trying to check if someone else might have called me, and not this absolute stranger. But the man in front of me flashes a

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