Adrian felt bad for avoiding Bailey the rest of the day, but admitting he's definitely not straight to himself and then Mason was hard enough so having to do it to the person who made him realise it would be nearly impossible for now.
He made sure he got his football things when Bailey wasn't in the dorm, and then went and met with Tristan at the football field later that night.
He sat in his studs on the bench in the locker room, watching tentatively as Tristan tied his shoelaces.
"Sorry, I didn't have time to talk to coach today. But I'll try to do it tomorrow." he said once Tristan was done.
"It's fine, you were busy, had other things on your mind, I get it, don't worry." Tristan said, standing up, and then walking past Adrian to get to his water bottle, "I also told Bailey we were practicing now and would take around 2 hours. So... Knock before you go in, okay?"
"Oh!" Adrian said, his mind unconsciously imagining Bailey doing things he wished he wasn't imagining, and he turned red, shaking his head to clear the image, "Yeah, of course. You told him when we'd be done though, right?"
Tristan smirked. Blushing, that's a positive sign.
"Yeah but you never know, he might get carried away." he said, and winked, picking up his bottle and tilting his head back to get a sip, watching as Adrian visibly gulped and shifted his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably.
He put the bottle down, deciding to tease him a bit, "Not turning you on or anything, am I?"
"What?!" Adrian exclaimed, aghast and flustered, "No! I don't- no! Nothing like that!"
Tristan laughed and hit him lightly in the chest, "I'm just messing with ya, come on, we should get practicing."
Adrian laughed nervously and nodded, following Tristan as he went out onto the brightly lit field.
Bailey looked at the various sex toys apprehensively, and then at the lube. He gingerly put them down and spread his towel over the bed so he wouldn't have to bother changing the sheets, and then he began to strip, taking off his pants and boxers, but leaving his sweater on.
He lay on his bed and took a deep breath before opening the lube and putting a generous amount onto his fingers and hole, then slowly putting a finger in, then adding another, and another, until he felt he was ready.
He picked up the dildo and put more lube on it, beginning to push it in, biting his lip as to not make a sound. He closed his eyes and immediately began imagining it was Adrian on top of him, slowly thrusting in and out, then going faster, harder. The dildo hit his prostate and he moaned, his eyes watering. He put his free hand to one of his nipples, pulling on it and rolling it in his fingers.
"A-Adrian." he whimpered breathlessly, pushing the dildo in as fast and hard as he could, his mind making him imagine the tall, curly haired boy was doing it instead, that it wasn't just a moulded stick of rubber.
He moaned, trying to not to be too loud, his dick hard against his stomach, leaking with pre-cum. He wrapped his hand around it and began pumping as hard as he could, his sweater in his mouth as he bit down on it hard to stay quiet.
As he kept abusing his prostate, hitting it over and over again, he felt himself getting closer to the edge, and squeezed his eyes shut as he the orgasm took over his body, cum pouring out over his stomach.
He pulled the dildo out and lay on his towel, panting, for a while, until he remembered he had more toys and decided to go for round two.
"Defend it." Adrian said, "Don't let me get to the goal."
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Habits Of My Heart
Teen Fiction[INCOMPLETE, SLOW UPDATES] After the death of his mother, Bailey was pulled out of school and forced by his father to work as a prostitute, so that his father had enough money to handle finances. After his father is killed, his life is turned upsid...
