Gay Chicken Gone Wrong Chapter 2 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

I can’t stop thinking about what Kevin did to me yesterday. Every touch, every gasp, every moan has been on a continuous loop in my head. You’d think that I’d be done for after having what was easily the best orgasm I’ve ever experienced, but no. I barely made it to my room last night before I ripped my clothes off and jacked off to the memory, making a mess all over myself even though I had just showered. Then I did it again this morning, when I woke up hard and aching for Kevin’s touch. Thank God athletes get private rooms; otherwise, I’d have some serious explaining to do if I had a roommate. 

 I should call this entire thing off. It’s the right thing to do before this goes any further and we ruin our friendship. I’ve literally known the guy since we were fourteen years old. It doesn’t get much deeper than that. But no one, and I mean no one, has ever made me come the way Kevin did yesterday. Like, I literally thought about every single girl I’ve ever dated or had a one-night stand with, and none of them have even come close to being as good as Kevin. It’s like he has magic fingers or something. 

So, because I’m weak and a coward, I’ve been avoiding him all morning. I skipped out on our usual breakfast spot and texted him saying that I wasn’t feeling well, when I was actually hiding out in the coffee shop I know he hates. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay there all day, which is why I’m hanging out with some guys on the team during a break between classes. I know Kevin said that anything goes in public, but I can’t imagine he would do something with the guys right here. 

I’m about to respond to something Darren just said when my vision cuts off. Two warm, slightly callused hands cover my eyes. “Guess who?” Kevin says in a sing-song voice. He kisses the back of my neck before moving to sit next to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder like we’re a couple. 

The entire table goes quiet, and it suddenly feels like there’s a million eyeballs looking right at us. Kevin smirks at me and kisses my cheek before turning back to the other guys. “So, what are we talking about?” he asks nonchalantly. 

How can he sit there and be so chill about this, like he didn’t just brand me with his lips? I can still feel the warmth of his kiss on my skin! 

Darren looks between us like he wants to be anywhere but here and clears his throat awkwardly. “Uh… you guys, don’t take this the wrong way, but what the hell is going on? Are you two gay?” Darren grimaces and starts rambling, “Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay! Umm… we support you guys and whatever, it’s just that I’ve never seen you guys act like this.” 

Kevin barks out a laugh and waves a hand, gesturing between us. “What? This? I’m surprised Chris hasn’t told you yet. We’re playing gay chicken.” He leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “We’re not gay at all. We’re just homiesexual.”

The guys all laugh, but Darren shoots me a knowing look that causes my stomach to do somersaults. I’ve never told anyone about the guy I made out with at the party last year—not even Kevin—but Darren caught me stumbling out of the closet I was using for said make out. He didn’t say anything to me about it, but I’m pretty sure he knows what I was doing in there. 

The conversation drifts to other topics, and soon the guys forget that anything weird even happened. Except that Kevin keeps touching me. Whether it’s his arm around my shoulder, a hand on my thigh, or even holding my hand, fingers interlocking naturally, the physical contact never stops. And the scariest part is, I don’t want it to. 

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The rest of the day flies by with more of the same, Kevin and I touching each other in ways that we normally wouldn’t, except during practice. And it’s not because of the guys; pretty much everyone on the team knows by now that we’re in another stupid competition. But neither of us wants to get yelled at by Coach for distracting each other instead of scoring. 

So by the time we file back into the locker room, the tension between us is at a high. Kevin strips off his clothes next to me until he’s down to his boxer briefs. “You did good out there today, babe.” He smiles, green eyes filled with mischief. 

He says ‘babe’ so casually and naturally, like it’s just another way of saying bro or dude. The guy has been relentless about the challenge, and while I’ve made my fair share of moves to try to get him to back down—including initiating some very public kisses earlier in the day—it’s time to kick things up a notch. I muster up the most seductive smile I can manage and get completely naked. “Thanks, babe. I owe it all to you.” 

His gaze drops to my cock and he licks his lips. Even though we’ve seen each other naked hundreds of times over the years—including through some very awkward years of puberty—the way he’s looking at me right now makes me want to drop to my knees and take him into my mouth. I would do it too if it weren’t for the fact that our teammates are watching us again. 

I brush past him, making sure to get close enough that he feels my dick graze the back of his hand. I can feel his eyes on me as I head to the showers and sure enough, when I look back, he’s following me with a hungry look in his eyes and an erection swinging between his legs. He steps into the shower stall across from mine and closes the curtain with more force than necessary. Normally it would be funny to see him so riled up, but knowing that it’s because of me has me right there with him. 

The showers quickly empty, but I still hear Kevin’s going long after most of the guys have left, so I quickly poke my head out and see Darren standing there alone drying himself off. I wink at him—to which he gives me a thumbs up and smirks—and step up to the curtain Kevin’s hiding behind and rip it open to find him standing there with his cock in his hand. He jerks his head up and looks at me with shock. 

Yeah, two can play at this game, babe.