Playing The Game

Chapter 1

Jesse

I step up to the plate, nervousness running through my body. It's my first time playing, and it's the last few minutes of the game. They're all calling me fag, tranny, gay... im gonna fuck up.

The pitcher throws the ball, I miss.

"Strike one!"

The pitcher throws again. I miss.

"Strike two!"

The final ball is pitched, and I miss.

"Strike three! Game over, Pirates win!" The umpire yells. Tears fill my eyes and I walk away, my team throwing stuff at and hitting me.

"Way to go, fag." Michael snarls.

"Yeah, you cost us the game you homo!" Another says. I take my helmet off and throw it, walking away. Somebody walks up behind me, shoving my body forward so I fall. I just lay there, letting them beat me. I see a car coming, and I smile internally. But it stops, and my crush, the team captain, jumps out.

"Hey! Leave him alone, and coach will certainly be hearing about this." Blade growls. I get one final kick to the ribs, letting out a cry.

"B-Blade, please... don't hurt me." I beg. He lifts me up, setting me in the passenger seat of his car and shutting the door.

"I won't hurt you. You're coming home with me, okay?" He says. I sniffle and nod, curling up.

"Why did you help me?" I whisper.

"Because, you're my teammate and I care." He tells me. I stay silent, shivering from the cold. He slides his hoodie off at a stoplight, giving me it.

"Wha...?" I say.

"You're shaking like a leaf, Jesse." He chuckles. I blush darkly, pulling it on and snuggling into it. I feel his hand resting on my thigh, gripping it gently. We get back to his house, him climbing out as I do the same.

"Come, my parents aren't home." He says with an irresistible smile. I smile back, following him up to his bathroom. He cleans me up, and after he's done I feel his hand lift my chin up.

"Blade...?" I say shyly. I'm gonna tell him that I really like him, I can't hide it.

"Yes, Jesse?" He says.

"You're gonna freak, but um... I have a really big crush on you..." I mumble. He stares at me for a few seconds, biting his lip.

"Wasn't expecting that." He says. I look down, pulling my knees to my chest and hiding my face in them. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks, and he squats down in front of me.

"I-I'm sorry, I should go..." I whisper, standing up and walking out. He grabs my hand, pulling me close and hugging me.

"I don't have a problem with you liking me. Please don't go, I want you to stay here." He says softly. I cry into his chest, clinging onto him as he rocks me gently.

"Y-you're my only friend, Blade." I whisper shakily.

"And I'll always be there." He whispers. I sniffle, squeezing my eyes shut. I feel something weird, then I realize he's squeezing my ass.

"Um..." I blush.

"What? I couldn't help it, you've got a nice ass." He winks. I blush and hide my face again, him laughing. Fuck why is he so perfect? His laugh, his smile, his... his everything. I'm in love... oh shit...

"Do you um have any clothes I could borrow?" I ask. He nods, smiling and lifting me up. He wraps my legs around his waist, his hands gripping my ass again. He's going to get me so turned on, I'm enjoying this way too much.

"Stay here, I'll go get you some clothes." He smiles. I nod, unlooping my belt and sliding it off. I untuck and unbutton my jersey, him smirking as he walks in.

"H-hey, I can't get this stupid button undone." I pout, struggling. He walks over, unwrapping the loose strings that were holding it back.

"So, you were trying to strip for me, yeah?" He winks,pressing himself against me.

"I-I um no." I mumble. He leans in close to my ear, flicking his tongue against it.

"Cheese!" He says, making me burst out laughing. He laughs as well, smiling.

"Low key I thought you were going to rape me." I blush.

"I would never do that, but you needed a little laughter." He tells me. I smile softly, giggling.

"Do you have clothes or no?" I ask.

"I do, but it's only a pair of boxers and shorts. None of my shirts were clean." He says. I shrug and take the clothes, walking to the bathroom and changing. I do so quickly, folding my uniform and going back.

"Thank you." I smile shyly, setting my clothes in a chair. He pulls me over, causing me to fall onto him. He cups my cheek, lightly kissing me. I kiss back, smiling softly.

"Your lips are really soft." He whispers, kissing me again. I blush, kissing back and smiling softly.

"I didn't think that you'd ever like me." I mumble, kissing him softly.

"I've liked you for a while, I'm bisexual but I've only dated girls, so they assume I'm straight." He explains, kissing me with more passion. I play with his hair, him gripping my butt. He squeezes, causing me to moan and blush.

"I'm sorry!" I squeak. He chuckles and kisses my forehead, rubbing my side.

"You're too cute, it's fine. If you like it you like it, can't change it." He says. Goddamn he's so sweet! I roll off him, giggling.

"I'm tired." I pout. He kisses my temple, spooning me. I jokingly grind my ass against his crotch, a sexy growl coming from him.

"Mmmm, I've never had that done to me, and I really like it." He whines. I giggle, shaking my head.

"Maybe you'll get it done more often, who knows." I smirk. He kisses the back of my neck, nuzzling it.

"Goodnight, love." He whispers.

"Night." I whisper back.

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"Psst, wake up." Somebody whispers.

"Mom go away, it's Saturday." I mumble, pulling the blankets over my head.

"I'm certainly not your mother, Jesse." The male voice whispers again. I open your eyes, whining.

"Whoever the hell you are, sleep." I grumble. I hear a familiar chuckle and immediately realize who it is.

"Come on, Jesse." They says. I groan and look up at blade, pouting.

"I'm tired though. And in pain." I pout. He kisses my lips softly, hugging me.

"I'm sorry, would you like to cuddle?" He asks. I nod and rest my head on his chest, smiling softly.

"Yes please." I whisper. His hand grips my ass, as usual, and his lips are on my neck.

"You're taste is addicting." He whispers. I blush and look away, not in the mood for this.

"Not now, please." I mumble. He kisses my forehead softly, hugging me.

"No its okay, I don't want you to be uncomfortable." He says. Goddamn why is he so caring?!

"Alright, I don't care, I'm gonna sleep." I mumble, him chuckling and smiling.

"Sleep well." He whispers, kissing my forehead.