Worlds Collide (Fan Service #6)

6. CJ

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CJ

“But uh...” Wolf says, looking as lost as I felt a few seconds ago. “You’re queer then? Since when?” he asks, looking awkward and adorable.

“Since always,” I tell him simply. Then I dissolve and plop my ass down on the couch like my body lost all its strength.

A couple of revelations—giving and receiving, weirdly—will do that to a guy I suppose.

Did Wolf tell me about my breath and about being sober so I wouldn’t ever go near him again? Or did he tell me something so personal so I wouldn’t take his reaction personally?

Is that his way of saying he would kiss me if I didn’t smell like a bar?

I don’t think I’m in any state of mind to figure out that complicated puzzle tonight, and looking at Wolf, he has a lot of questions too.

So I guess we’ll have to have a conversation about it first.

Awesome .

Wolf crosses his arms over his chest and his face looks devoid of all emotion. I guess I’ll have to spill first then.

“I’ve always known that I couldn’t risk doing anything about it. Otherwise my parents, or worse, my uncle, would get my trust fund.” As far as explanations go it’s not the worst, but also not the best. Clearly , I think when Wolf explodes.

“So this is all about fucking money?” He spits the question out through clenched teeth. “Why do you care so much about the damn money? Are you really that greedy?” He shakes his head before I can explain myself. “Whatever. Doesn’t matter. I’m not going to be your little experiment.”

And that’s enough for me. I never expected a conversation with Wolf would go this long either, honestly. He’s always been so standoffish with me, since the moment we met...

“I hate this,” Sebas mutters from next to me. We’re sitting on their hotel bed while Adam goes into the bathroom to take another shower.

“What are we supposed to say?” I ask in a desperate whisper. “Why did you bring me here?” I let my panic—and yes, anger—come through in that one.

“You’re his best friend,” he snaps back though he’s still whispering.

“You’re his husband ,” I deadpan.

“Yeah, well... I never know what to say in these situations, and he just lost the fucking Super Bowl. Damn it, I really wish I knew what CJ stands for right now just so I could snap at you with it.”

I smirk even though it’s not really funny. I don’t conceal my legal name out of some kind of joking matter. I’m embarrassed by it, and not only because it’s an awfully ridiculous name, but because it actually brings me shame. I don’t want Sebas to learn exactly where I came from.

“What makes you think I’m gonna know what to say?” I demand.

“You’re about to graduate from med school after being the best student of all time or whatever. Aren’t you supposed to be smart?” He clearly wants me to have all the answers, the desperation is clear as day, but his logic is flawed as fuck.

“ Your best friend,” I emphasize. “Is actually a genius. Why didn’t you drag him in here with you?”

Sebas opens his mouth but a mouth clearing from my other side has us both springing up like we just got caught by our nannies stealing candy.

“You can stop whispering and freaking out now,” Adam tells us with an eye roll while he dries his head with a towel. He’s fully dressed thankfully, so I don’t have to witness Sebas get all horny at the sight of my best friend’s torso. “I’m disappointed we didn’t win of course, and I know I could’ve played better, but LA was just better than us this year.” He sighs loudly then, like he can simply shrug it off—which I know for a fact he can’t, so I know it’s all an act. He smiles widely at us.

“Do you want to just stay in? We can watch crappy reality TV and order a huge dinner from room service?” Sebas asks clearly, doing his best to make it sound like the best plan ever. Then he stands and hugs Adam hard. “I’m really sorry you lost, baby.”

“Me too,” Adam murmurs and leans down to kiss Sebas’ cheek.

I have to look away, the envy is too much and I hate it whenever I feel it.

Less than a year now and I’ll get the chance to be myself. And being myself, I’ll get the chance to start looking for my perfect person. Even if it does end up being a woman, I know I’ll get to be myself in that case too and that includes my bisexuality.

There’s a knock on the door and I spring up to open it, welcoming the distraction and leaving the lovebirds to their loving. Though, they did get married only like nine months ago so I can’t fault them too much.

“He—” A coughing fit cuts me off when I swallow my own spit at the sight in front of me.

I saw Wolf during the game—and afterwards too, when he went down to the field with Adam’s grandpa—he was in the suite next to ours with the owner of Adam’s team, but right up close he’s even more handsome.

“Derek and Hawk are having an engagement party at the rooftop of the Certon hotel,” he tells me in a clipped voice that sounds just a little bit robotic. Like he’s said the same thing one too many times.

“O-okay,” I say and finally manage to swallow. “I’m CJ,” I tell him and thrust a hand between us. He looks down at it like he thinks it’s the weirdest thing I could’ve possibly done after introducing myself.

“Whatever, little rich boy. Derek said to tell Adam to forget about the Super Bowl tonight, that he can cry in a fetal position tomorrow.” Then he spins on his heels and walks away. I watch him of course, and take note of every single particularity of his movements. The way his blond hair flows behind him a little, and yes, his ass moving in those jeans that fit him like they were made for him.

He’s perfect , I think, and sigh like a lovesick fool.

And he gave me a nickname .

I come back to the present where Wolf is still scowling, and I decide it’s now or never.

“It’s not an experiment.” I stand and get as close as I dare. I’m not exactly happy with him right now, but I don’t want him to spring back again to get away from me. Once was enough to feed my humiliation dreams for a lifetime, thank you very much. “I want to experience my bisexuality for the first time.” I don’t dignify the rest of his questions with answers.

If I had sacrificed my identity for greed then that would be a me problem, wouldn’t it? All he should care about is my dick, my ass, or my mouth. My character isn’t something he should concern himself with. Especially because he jumped so quickly to conclusions.

My words do seem to put a hitch in his foul mood though, because now he only looks confused.

“With me?” he asks like he’s trying to make sure he’s following.

“Yes, with you,” I say, exasperated and throwing my hands up.

“Why?” Again with the fucking questions. Why won’t he just go along with this? Is it really only the smell?

“You’re hot as hell,” I deadpan. It’s more complicated than that, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of telling him how I’ve had a crush on him since my teens.

“Am I?”

I narrow my eyes when I see a smug grin appear on his face. It’s not something I’ve ever seen on him and it’s... yeah, it’s hot as fuck. He’s teasing me now which, fair enough, I know it feels good to hear that.

“You know damn well how attractive you are.”

“You’re right, I do, but it’s nice to hear. Still, I’m not sure if it’s a good idea. ”

“Why?” I demand. “All I want is to know what it feels like to suck a cock, to kiss a man, to have a man driving into me.”

His pupils dilate so much that the gray of his irises almost disappears. I guess he liked hearing that too then. Good.

“Is this what you wanted to tell everyone before? In the tent? Why did you chicken out?” He drops his arms and puts both hands on his hips. Now he’s back to being interested in me giving him an explanation. Damn. I’m gonna get whiplash. “I guess I get it.” He goes on as if he doesn’t even need me to keep the conversation fucking lively. “My sexuality has never been a secret, but if I’d kept it a secret from everyone I know, I sure would hesitate to blurt it out too.” He scowls to himself when he’s done, like he didn’t mean to say so much.

“The reason why I didn’t tell my friends I’ve known I’m bi longer than I’ve known most of them isn’t any of your business. Now, are you going to let me suck your dick or not?” Wolf smiles at me like he just won a competition. Did he want to get me riled up? Is that why he’s being so rude with his insightfulness?

“No,” he says simply, mildly, like he really couldn’t care less. But then he takes a tiny step forward, then another, and another, until his chest is pressed to mine and there’s no space between us. Yes, this is what I’ve been dreaming about .

Then he’s leaning in and I think he’s reconsidered the kissing and tequila breath thing but he turns at the last second. I feel his hand press palm first against my lower belly and a full-body shudder betrays how much he’s affecting me.

“You need a good example of what it’s like to fuck a man’s mouth,” he whispers in my ear. “And today’s your lucky day, little rich boy.” The way he says the nickname has the same effect on me as it has every time before—I go from a chub to full-on hard in less than ten seconds .

He trails his hand down and undoes my belt one handed while I try to find the words to say how on board I am with this plan. But then he rests his other hand on my waist and leans back to look me in the eye, and I have to accept that speechless is just the way I’ll be now. He raises one hand and pats my cheek gently with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“I’ll take this as a yes, so why don’t you just lie down and let me show you a few cool tricks.”

I know I’m staring with my mouth hanging open. I know I’m not moving even though I want to do as he told me, but I just can’t seem to do it.

He nudges me on the shoulder and I instinctively take a step back to keep my balance, and then just keep walking backward until I bump against the bed.

Now sit down, CJ . I do and keep staring up at him.

“What now?” I ask in a whisper and swallow hard. I’ll follow every instruction he gives me, I swear.

“Lie down, CJ.”

“Yes.” I nod way too many times, then scoot back and rest my head on the highly stacked pillows.

“You’re gonna keep your eyes on me, you understand?” he asks very seriously.

I nod again and resist the nervous twitch that wants to come out, and just lie there and watch him like a hawk—wait not, eww. I watch him... attentively. Yes, that works.

As he takes off both my shoes and then my socks.

As he climbs up on the bed and straddles my knees.

As he unbuttons my slacks and removes the belt.

As he lowers the zipper very slowly.

And then—my breath hitches—as he pulls my briefs down and circles my erection. His eyes darken and his nostrils flare at the contact. Does he... like it?

I think he does. I hope he does.

He looks down, so I do the same, and fuck! The picture of a man’s hand holding my dick... A man who’s hard too. I can see the bulge that wasn’t there before and fuck, I hope he does let me suck his dick after.

“Oh, look at that, it’s the crown jewels.”

It takes me a long moment to understand he... made a joke?

“Are you serious right now?” I demand, and I hold in a burst of laughter like my life depends on it, because it does feel like my life depends on what Wolf’s gonna do to my dick.

“Damn, tough crowd,” he mutters. “Can’t a man make a joke about you being almost royalty?” He doesn’t look away from my crown jewels as he speaks.

“No, Wolf. I’m getting desperate here!” And I am. He’s only holding my dick and I feel like I’m going to explode already.

“I know you are.” He looks up quickly with a smug smirk. “I like you that way.”

“Fuck you,” I whisper because he just squeezed and dear God . I fist the sheet under me to stop myself from throttling him. I want him to suck my dick, dammit, and soon.

“Okay, enough chit chat,” he says like I’m the one who was delaying this. “Now pay attention, little rich boy,” he tells me, then he lowers his torso until he’s lying on top of my legs and licks the drop of precome on my tip delicately.

“Oh, I am,” I assure him, my heavy breaths already out of control.

“Good,” he whispers. I feel the little burst of air on my now-wet dick and shivers go up my spine.

“This won’t take long,” I say, lame as fuck .

“I know,” he says with a smirk, and I can see the pleasure in his eyes when he looks up at me. His eyes shine with it. And like that, as I watch, he opens his mouth and sucks me halfway in without any sign of trepidation.

“Yes,” I say in a hiss. I want to move my hips so bad —and hey, he did say fuck a man’s face—but I’m going to take my cues from him. There’s no way I’m ruining this. He sucks, hard. I didn’t know a person could suck that hard, and just from that I’m in real danger of coming, but then he pulls back and slides back down fast, and he doesn’t stop. He just keeps going.

The suction, friction, and perfect pressure, combined with the picture Wolf makes with his mouth stretched around my dick is too much. More than I can handle.

Maybe I can convince him to give me another lesson and we can work on my stamina—not like I’ve had a lot of time to hook up during med school or while getting my shit together, so it isn’t unexpected.

“Close,” I say fast. The quick word is all I can manage.

His eyes crinkle at the corners. That’s nice, he’s amused by this. Not exactly the reaction I want but it is what it is. I’m almost there when the pressure stops completely and he pulls away.

“Why?” I demand.

“Because now you get to fuck my face, so stop whining and come down my throat already.”

He’s so annoying but so, so damn good at it. Why do I like it so much?

I spread my legs a little more and reach for the sides of his face with both hands when he takes my tip into his mouth again. I hesitate for a second and he nods at me encouragingly, then his eyes lose their amusement and something that looks like care fills them. But it can’t be, can it ?

I know Wolf doesn’t like me.

He’s made it pretty clear. But I like him, so I gotta make the best of this one-time deal.

My aching dick thanks me when I thrust my hips up and nudge the back of his throat with my dick. He sucks a little when he can get the chance but I’m moving too quickly, chasing the orgasm that was right there just a minute ago.

And once more I get there faster than I ever have. Warmth spreads from my groin up my torso and down my legs like an electric shock. My toes curl and I feel my neck straining from the best feeling in the world.

Wave after wave of pleasure racks my body, and I’m pretty sure I scream at one point but I can’t find it in myself to care, because the second it stops, everything goes black.