The Nerd Bet

Ever heard of the cliché of the jock falling for the shy, cute nerd? Well, that's all about to change.

Meet Eric Evanson, shy but perfect all-round jock.

Josh Briggs. Nerd, quiet, cold and mysterious.

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"Well, well. If it isn't Eric Evanson" a rich, sexy baritone rang out from the dark bathroom. Eric gasped upon feeling a pair of hands run up and down his bare chest and stop at the waistband of his gym shorts, daring to go deeper. He felt a breath on his neck, the spot close to his jaw and a set of teeth sink in gently.

A low moan escaped his lips and he slapped his mouth shut, eyes wide. He felt the lips smile on his neck and a hand took his gently off his mouth as the lips kissed slowly behind his ear again softly. He gasped as he felt his shorts tent up and the hands once stroking the growing bulge in his shorts slipped deeper. He gasped, pleasant chills running down his spine.

"Have you considered my offer yet, Blue?" A moan escaped Eric's lips again as the hands went down deeper and the lips peppered light kisses in a trail down from behind his ear to his jaw. "Mhm-hm..." he moaned, his voice shaking. He could feel the heat all over his face as his eyes closed. This felt dangerously good. Too good.

"I... I- ahh-haahh..." he moaned again, his voice breaking. "What was that, Blue?" the voice behind him asked, lips now tracing from his jaw to his sensitive ears, tongue tracing its outline. "I... I... Y-yes." he whispered hoarsely. The lips smiled. "2-2-2. Don't be late" and the movement ceased. The stranger was gone. He felt his knees wobble under him and he reached for the sink in front of him, the lights coming back on. He stared at his flushed face and blushed harder. He looked like a mess. He was painfully still erect and he covered his face at the realization.

What had he gotten himself into?

When worlds collide with music...

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