Complexes (LGBT) (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Connor's POV:

Everything was riding on this one moment. In the grand scale of things this was just another hurdle in my life; just another defining moment, but right now, at this very second, it was the most important thing to me. Nothing else mattered. I had trained for this all summer and I wouldn't for a second let doubt seep into my mind Three defenders stood separated a few meters in front of me, waiting for me to make a move towards the goals. The soccer ball was two feet away. All eyes were on me and the pressure was starting to build. This was only college try-outs and I was only a sophomore but since last year I had been labelled the team's superstar. Sometimes I let my ego get to my head and I'd come off as arrogant, but on the inside I was shaking with nerves. I couldn't fuck this up. I needed to get this perfect to earn the title of team captain. I wouldn't settle for anything less.

My cleats dug into the ground as I took off. My foot connected with the ball as I dribbled it towards the three people; two of them being my friends Eddie and Casey, one of them someone who I merely tolerated; Ethan. Eddie would be easy. He would let me pass. He made a half-assed effort to stop me, but I got around him.

Ethan was up next. This would be a bit more difficult. Time was going so slowly but really everything was happening in a span of fifteen seconds. Ethan's messy blonde hair fell into his eyes. He smirked at me. This asshole was my biggest competition last year and would be again this year. He wanted to be captain too. Despite our silent disdain for each other, we were somewhat friendly acquaintances. Frenemies is what Eddie calls it.

I ran towards him and just when I thought I could make it and get past, he stole the ball from me. For a second I was lost, confused at how he did that, then I snapped into action. I ran after him, catching him off guard. After a small tousle I stole the ball and as fast as I could, I ran towards the goalie; Jonah. A fraction of a second was all it took to see him go left, so I kicked right, aiming for the top corner. The ball hit the back of the net before falling to the ground.

I stopped, breathing heavily. I did it. That couldn't have gone any better. I even got to show up Ethan which was a bonus. I turned to look at the other players trying out. Casey was giving me a big grin and a thumbs up. Next I looked at Coach. His look of approval was all I needed.

"I see I saved the best 'til last." He said, his southern accent drawling.

"I try." I shrugged with a small smile. He motioned for me to come towards him, so I did. He put his hand on my shoulder, grabbing me roughly. He turned me to the rest of the team.

"Meet our new captain." He said. Joy exploded inside me but I acted cool so I didn't seem like too much of a jackass. I was friendly with almost the whole team so I was met with a lot of smiles, except for Ethan. He seemed disgruntled, but was forced into acceptance.

"I'll post who made the team on my notice board in an hour. Those of you who made it, I expect to see you practice tomorrow afternoon. Hit the showers." Coach said.

The team went off towards the locker rooms and I stood there smiling smugly in my success. It was a small win in my usually dull existence.

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Being named captain of a sporting team in college had its perks; one of which being girls practically flinging themselves at you. Later that night while Eddie, who was also my room-mate, was asleep, I found myself with a girl on top of me; her dark red hair falling into my face. I covered her mouth as she climaxed, being a bit too noisy for my liking.

She sighed in relief and lifted herself off of me. She looked down and in the dim glow of the outside lights I saw her smile. I felt nothing. There was no adoration towards the girl I met mere hours ago. There wasn't even a feeling of happiness or excitement. I felt jaded, maybe even apathetic. Yeah, it felt great, but afterwards there was just nothing. I was bored.