How You Became Mine

Part Seven

Nothing had really changed in Monty and Winston's dynamic besides the fact that they now made out every hour. The two had found it was an effective way to relieve stress.

It was hard to keep their hands off each other; almost as if they were in a honeymoon phase. Monty's personal favorite is when Winston blows him while he studies or does homework. He's only allowed to finish when he finishes whatever he's working on. Clever right? It was an idea Winston came up with to help Monty with his stress levels. It was also great motivation.

He hates letting Winston be that dominant with him when he should be the one making Winston squirm, but has slowly warmed up to it. It's not like he could ever pass up on a blowjob from Winston anyway. Besides, if he tried that method with Winston, Winston's pen would never even touch the page.

Winston was currently working his mouth magic on Monty, while Monty tried to write as quickly as he could. It was getting significantly harder to focus as Winston continued. Winston could tell Monty was close and pulled off, letting him back off the edge a bit. Monty breathed heavily, not stopping what he was writing down. He only needed to copy two more problems. "How many more?" Winston asked from his place on the ground. "Two." The word barely left his mouth before Winston started up again.

He started slowly to give Monty a semblance of focus. "One," Monty mumbled, and that gave Winston the green light. He went full speed without stopping, going as deep as he could manage. "Done," Monty gasped, his hand shaking as he scribbled down the last number. He leaned his head back, hands flying to Winston's hair. It only took him seconds to come. Winston swallowed and resurfaced with a grin. "Theres your reward," he moved his face extremely close to Montys. Monty could barely talk. The amount of times Winston had withheld his orgasm was taking a toll on his speaking.

Generally this method was slightly slower than if he just sat down and concentrated, but that only meant it was a special treat when Winston gave him that look before dropping to his knees.

Monty pulled Winston up to his feet, flipping their positions so that Winston was sitting in the chair and he was in front of him. "Your turn," he smirked, slowly undoing Winston's jeans.

a/n: ok... did not expect this chapter to take such a sexual turn lmaoo, but once i started i couldn't stop 🤭

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"You're coming to the game tonight right?" "Wouldn't miss it," Winston smiled. It was a home game tonight, and Monty had a really good chance of starting. He was always pumped when they had a game, but knowing Winston was going to be in the crowd made him even more excited.

All of their games were televised and people were starting to take notice of him. Monty had only improved since getting there and showed no signs of stopping. Football was a sport that came naturally to him. Probably because he was used to tackling people and being tackled, but still. With the amount of practice honing in his skills, the coaches were starting to think of him for draft picks.

Winston liked to joke with him about it, saying things like, "People will think Im a gold digger," and "I can't believe I'm dating a celebrity." Monty would just smile and respond with, "I'm not playing pro yet," or "I'm only a freshman." Winston would usually just smile back, not wanting to jinx Montys chances.

Before heading out to the field, Monty gave Winston his practice jersey to put on. Winston blushed despite himself and immediately pulled it over his school sweatshirt. "Good luck," he smiled. "Good luck kiss?" Monty suggested, pulling Winston towards him. Winston obliged giving him an aggressive kiss with tongue before pulling back. "If you lose, Im withholding sex for a whole week."