The Quarterback & Me [BXB]

Chapter 3 - Callum.

Nathan's P.O.V

What a specimen.

That's exactly where my mind went every time I laid eyes on the resident bad boy at our school, Callum. My eyes couldn't help but be locked on him as he rode up to school on his motorbike, his biceps broadly padding out his leather jacket, his strong legs hanging over the side of his motorbike. My gay mind definitely wished that his strong legs could be wrapped around me, rather than the motorbike.

The fact that he wore tank tops every day didn't make the situation any better, often causing me to have to take a care of a certain problem if I ever caught him changing when we had gym together. The way the sweat drizzled down his neck caused my tongue to involuntarily start licking my lips, craving to lick up his body and taste every last bit of his skin. My eyes were always trained on his torso,  pinned upon his tank top. It often stuck to his chest, clearly outlining the visibly defined abs that were hidden away by such thin material, something that should be disregarded because abs are such an unfortunate thing to cover.

If there was any human being that could make you have a sexual awakening it was this guy. 

There was absolutely no way that he was gay though. I mean how could a guy like that be gay he was the literal definition of what people perceive to be the typical straight guy that wins over all the girls. My mind rakes through my thoughts, trying to recollect if I had actually seen him with any girls. Thinking about it I actually hadn't, strange. However, it isn't like I exactly would anyway, I rarely do see him because its a very rare occasion that he actually decides to bless the school with his presence.

I shake my head trying to focus my attention away from the boy in front of me, turning my attention to the school doors before flicking my eyes to my watch noticing that it's almost time before the bell will ring and signal the first period. My shoulders slump, my posture evidently showing my defeat knowing I can't, unfortunately, stare at Callum all day. I do actually need to go get an education even though I wish I could get an education in him, god I wouldn't mind finding out what a D would be like ;)

My feet tread towards the doors, my hand lingering on the door handle. I twist my head, glancing back behind me as I shoot one last longing look at the guy I will lust for but know I can never have. A sigh escapes my lips, as with difficulty I tear my gaze away and head to class.

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Callum's P.O.V

I am awoken in a hot sweat, my heat particularly feeling evident in one particular area, which means that I have to clean my sheets again. Great.

My thoughts rifle through my memories of the dream, the hands trailing along my body, their head working down further towards the area that  I desired most attention. The peppering of kisses and hickies that they trailed down my body, left a tingling sensation that made me feel hot all over; more uncomfortable with every teasing action, and mark that they left on my body. Slowly they would come back up, their green, emerald eyes staring into mine with a hidden darkness, a hidden lust that I wanted to fuel their desires and make them take control rather than letting their teasing be in control instead.

Their hair was short, easy to thread my fingers through and tug on, with their low grunt being a complete turn on. My hands trailed down his evidently defined shoulders, his broad hands and muscles showing that they were clearly an athlete, or that they worked out at least. To me their was nothing more handsome than a sports player, as long as that player was a guy.

Except me being bisexual wasn't a secret, but it was one that nobody knew because everyone chose to stay away from me. After all who would want to be friends with the bad boy, especially with a reputation that could probably just get somebody in trouble for even just being seen with me. I mean I'd be lying if I say that I don't occasionally sit under the bleachers, at first it was just somewhere quiet to have a smoke, but then I realised it was the perfect place that I could watch the athletes practice without being noticed.

However, being a bad boy gets you the wrong kind of attention, it usually gets the popular girls interested in you rather than the hot, attractive boys. I kissed a popular girl before but I've never felt connected to girls. I felt like I swayed more towards liking girls, but then I had never really had the guts to seek out a date with a guy. For the girls it wasn't a problem, a majority of them fell to my feet, swooning over me. I often took them out of 'dates', they were really just taking them to a restaurant whilst they talk and I scrolled on my phone, but it worked for the both of us as they got to brag about it for their friends and I got to keep my bad-boy reputation, as someone that often broke their hearts.

I had thought about asking a guy out, because surprisingly I do actually want a proper relationship with a guy and after the quarterback of the school had come out, I knew a lot of available guys at the school, because fortunately for me they made themselves known to me, and boy was I interested. My attention however, constantly lay focused on the quarterback. He started it all and I can't help but wonder what gave him the confidence to do so?

From the moment that he came out, he peeked my interest. Popularity gains you a reputation and he was willing to lose it so that he could be true to himself. That takes guts and I respect it and maybe someday, I could get more guts than I already have and do something more bold than I have ever done before. Maybe I'll do something that I never thought that I'll do.