Connor was feeling shitty about himself. It was just some jokes in the gym. Some of the guys on his team were teasing him about his "barrel".
He was only nineteen years old. He still had all his baby fat regardless of his strict meal plan. He knew he hadn't been able to do upper-body for a bit but he was still running and what not to keep his cardio up while he was injured.
He had told Allison she could stay the night at his house after their game that night. It was the day before Valentine's Day. They probably weren't gonna do much. He prayed she didn't get him chocolate. He clearly didn't need that if his barrel was as bad as the team said.
He went home and took his pregame nap. He woke up to Taylor cooking their usual chicken and pasta and a text from his girlfriend.
Alli 😍
see you tonight! good luck, I love you. 😘
He smiled at that. Alli always made him feel good. He told her he loved her too.
He went and ate the meal Taylor had made them. They ate in silence. Taylor could tell Connor was off. He just hoped he wasn't off during the game.
They both finished, got ready, and left in the same car.
Connor played a great game. Two goals and an assist. It was only his third game back and he had been playing well. The press was all over him. He told Allison to just head to his house and he'd meet her there. She didn't argue.
He talked to everyone that came his way. He talked with a few of the guys from the Jets that he knew as well. He finished almost two hours after the game.
He couldn't shake his insecurity. One of the reporters had asked about his physical shape and if it was up to what it was prior to the injury.
Connor knew the reporter had no idea of his insecurities, but it felt like he had been dragged. Taylor talked about the game while he drove. Connor agreed with everything he said. He had lack of interest in the conversation.
"Hey, uh, Allison's staying over tonight." He told Taylor as they turned on to their street.
"Man, I don't care." Taylor chuckled. "I'm going out anyways."
"Okay, cool." Connor nodded.
They walked into the house. Allison was sitting in the living room. Connor leaned over the back of the couch to kiss her. She smiled into it. She congratulated them on the game.
The three talked for a bit before Taylor excused himself to go shower. Connor let out a sigh as he laid on the couch with his head in Alli's lap. She was running her fingers through his hair.
"You played a great game." She spoke quietly.
He groaned. "No hockey talk, please." He rolled over to bury his face in her hip.
"What?" She gasped. "Boy Wonder doesn't want to talk hockey?"
"Al, I just wanna spend time with you." He stated. "Can we go to my room, actually?"
She snorted. "Yeah, whatever you want."
They stood and walked to his room. They just wrestled in his bed for a bit. Taylor hollered that he was leaving now. Allison waited to hear the door close before she smirked at Connor.
She pressed her mouth to his, pulling her hands from his. She played with the hem of his shirt before gently rubbing his stomach above his waistband. He pulled away, rolling onto his back. She looked at him in shock
"Connor..." She spoke, straddling him. She held his face, leaning down to him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, sorry." He pressed his lips to hers.
They started making out. Allison figured they'd be getting a lot more heated at some point. Connor's hands were rubbing up and down her thighs, they would round her ass too. She didn't mind.
She decided to reward him for such a good game. She started kissing away from his mouth, starting at his jaw, then his neck, down his torso.
She pulled his shirt up a bit and kissed the skin above his waistband. His breathing hitched. He pushed Allison up gently and pulled his shirt down. She slid off of him as he rolled over, his back to her. She frowned. What was wrong with him today?
"Did you hurt your stomach?" She asked, rubbing his back. "Like a stick to the stomach or something?"
"No."
"Then why have you freaked out when I've touched it twice now?" She crossed her arms. "Did I do something wrong?"
He rolled over to face her. "Nothing is wrong." He grabbed her hands. "I'm just not in the mood tonight." She just pouted at him. "Let's cuddle and watch Friends."
She rolled her eyes but flopped down beside him. They cuddled and Connor setup Netflix. He kept kissing her forehead.
She didn't want to watch Friends and Connor didn't want to talk about what was bothering him, so she decided she'd sleep. Connor knew she was annoyed. He didn't want her to sleep, he wanted to be with her.
"Have I put on weight?" He broke the silence.
"What?" She looked up at him.
"Nothing, nevermind." He shook his head, pulling her back into his chest.
She pulled out of his grip. She stared up at him while he kept his eyes on the TV. He was keeping something from her. She just watched him. He felt her eyes on him and it was making his anxious. She watched his Adam's apple bob when he swallowed hard. She grabbed his face, tilting his head down. His eyes caught hers.
"Is that why you're being so sensitive? You think you put on weight?" She asked him sternly.
He nodded. "The guys were making jokes about my stomach. They were saying I had a 'barrel' and all that crap." He explained.
"Holy shit, Connor. No, oh my god, no." She shook her head, brushing his hair out of his face. "You're fine, you're so fine. You're beautiful, Connor. They're just picking on you, there's nothing wrong with you. Oh my god."
"I look at some of them though, and they're all so ripped." He frowned.
"They're also years older than you, babe." She breathed. "You don't even have anything on you, Connor. Your body is lean."
"No," He pulled back and pinched a tiny bit of chub on his stomach.
She laughed out loud. "Come on." She pulled her shirt up and grabbed her stomach. "I have more than you!"
"Stop that." He grabbed her hands.
"You first!" She exclaimed. She pressed her lips to his. "There is nothing wrong with your body."
She kept kissing him. She started trailing down his body again. Her hands were rubbing him through his boxers. He hated how good she was at turning him on. She shoved him onto his back. She placed kisses on his stomach as she tugged on his sweatpants.
"What are you doing?" He panted.
"I'm gonna make you feel good." She smiled, pressing one last kiss to his lips.
"Alli, you don't have to do this." He took a deep breath.
"Yeah, but I want to." She smirked before she went to work.
