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Tyler – Part 30
Tyler leaned over the sink to get a good look at his cheek in the mirror. There was definitely a visible mark starting to show from where the hedge had scratched him. He reached up and touched it, tracing the line, and then let his finger run over his bottom lip, remembering the kiss he had shared with Evan outside of Evan's house.
The memory of Evan's wet, naked body sliding against his own in the shower the day before flashed back into his mind and he was instantly hard in his pants. God it had been so hot; running his hands over Evan's tight little body, stroking up and down the length of his throbbing cock, getting to slide his own dick deep into the crack of Evan's ass until he shot his load. Damn he wanted to do that again, hell he wanted to slip his dick inside and fuck Evan better than anyone else would ever be able to.
The risks he had taken to get Evan to give in had paid off, much better than he ever imagined they would have, but now that he had tasted a sample of what they could have together he wanted more, he wanted to feast on him, and he knew Evan would let him.
Looking at the scratch again he smiled even wider. The look on Evan's face just before he had pushed him had told the whole story. He was terrified of Jake finding out about what they had done. Jake had no idea. They were fooling around behind his back and it made everything seem so much hotter. It felt like a victory, like he had finally won one over on Jake.
"Are you ready boys?" Coach's voice echoed through the locker room, pulling Tyler out of his thoughts. "I want you all on the field in three minutes."
Tyler looked at his cheek once more and pulled his football helmet over his head. He was meant to be on the bench for this practice, punishment for tripping Evan during gym class, but he didn't want Coach to see the scratch and start asking questions so he had dressed in his full gear and headed out, hoping Coach would give in and let him practice with the rest of the team.
"What the hell are you doing, Goodwin?" Coach asked when he saw Tyler ready to play. "I told you you're on the bench for that shit you pulled yesterday."
"Come on Coach," Tyler protested. "You know I didn't mean to do that and these guys need me."
Coach glared at him, "The only thing they need is for you to get your head out of your ass and realize there are consequences to your actions, Tyler. No one, NO ONE, is above the rules or more important than the team. Now take that damn helmet off and sit your ass down."
Tyler sighed and went over to sit on the bench. He still didn't take his helmet off, which got a few disapproving looks from Coach, but he didn't care. After that speech he definitely couldn't let Coach see the scratch until he could think of a good excuse for having it.
About half way through the before-school practice Tyler could see how frustrated Coach was with the way the team was playing. He had set them some practice plays to run through, with the second string quarterback holding things down in Tyler's absence, but plays they had easily made in the game just a few days earlier suddenly looked like something they had never even practiced.
Tyler got up and walked towards the older man, "Come on Coach, can you just put me in now? This is painful to watch."
Coach spun around. There was fire in his eyes. "Sit your ass back down, Goodwin."
"Fine," Tyler huffed. "But if we lose the next game because you won't let me play, it's going to be your fault, not mine."
Tyler turned and started walking toward the bench when Coach's booming voice stopped him.
"You arrogant little fucker," Coach seethed. "Do you think you can talk to me like that? I am your fucking Coach. You will treat me with respect or you won't ever play another game, period."
Tyler was shocked by the anger in Coach's voice, even a little scared.
"I..." Tyler began.
"Don't say a word. I don't want to hear it," Coach continued. "Do you really think I want to punish the whole team because of you? No. I want you on that field, but as long as you keep acting like a child who can't keep his competitiveness or his petty jealousy under control you give me no choice. You have to learn one way or another, Tyler. Your abilities don't give you a free pass to do whatever you want. You will be held accountable for your actions. And if that means I have to pull you from the team, if I have to take away your eligibility to be offered a scholarship, that's what I will do because this needs to stop. Now!"
Tyler was stunned. He couldn't talk.
"Get out of my sight," Coach said. "And take that uniform off until you deserve to wear it again."
Tyler hung his head and walked off the field toward the locker room. He was shaken. He had never heard so much anger and disappointment in Coach's voice and it hit him deep. He had almost laughed at the situation before but now that his place on the team was actually in jeopardy he began to take it seriously, knowing that he couldn't afford another fuck up.
"Get in here now, boy," Coach yelled at Tyler, ushering him into the office. He slammed the door when they were both inside. "What the fuck was that?"
"What?" Tyler asked, shrugging his shoulders.
"Don't give me that bullshit," Coach growled. "Do you expect me to believe that Jake threw a book at you for no reason? What did I tell you this morning?"
"I didn't do anything," Tyler said, holding up his hands.
"So you didn't say anything to provoke him?" Coach asked. "You know you can't blame the bear for attacking if you keep poking it with a stick. I thought my words this morning might have gotten through to you."
"They did, Coach, I swear," Tyler protested.
"Then why have you got that scratch on your cheek?" Coach asked. "And don't tell me you fell through a hedge because I won't buy it."
Tyler had to stop himself from laughing in spite of the seriousness of the situation because of that being exactly what had happened. Yeah, Coach really wouldn't believe it.
"What am I going to do with you?" Coach asked.
"I swear I didn't do anything," Tyler said, knowing he had called Jake's new girlfriend a slut but not willing to admit that to Coach.
"Either way, I can't just let this go. You need to see how serious this is. Jake is in detention hall tonight so I can't put you in there as well because I can't trust either of you right now. You know I might expect this in an elementary school but you two are meant to be mature, you're meant to be our top athletes, our role models. I'll tell you what," Coach said. "Don't come to practice tonight."
"WHAT?" Tyler exclaimed. "Coach!"
"I told you, you need to learn, the hard way if necessary," Coach replied, "so after your last class, go home. I don't want to see you anywhere near practice."
"But..." Tyler began.
"No buts," Coach said. "Those boys are going to go back out and practice without you. And if I don't see some kind of vast improvement tomorrow, you won't be playing in the game this Friday either. Now get out and show me you deserve to be back on the team."
Tyler was licking his lips when he heard the sound of a car door slamming shut outside. He could still taste Evan on his tongue and was reliving how it felt to truly suck someone, to let go and lose himself in the moment, not caring if he seemed too eager or too gay. God, how he had loved sucking that dick; not to build up to anything, just to enjoy it, to take his time kissing and licking and stroking it. He had wanted more, had wanted to keep Evan at the cabin and suck another load out of him, to let Evan return the favour and maybe even to go one step further, to slide his dick deep into Evan's tight virgin hole... but he knew he had to play Evan differently to Joe, that it was less like a game and more like a season; he had to go at Evan's pace. And so there he was, still hard, dreaming of what might come next, as he watched Joe walk down the driveway toward the house.
Hearing the key turn in the lock downstairs, Tyler repositioned his cock in his pants and headed down to meet his best friend as the door opened. He wondered if Joe would be able to smell the cum on his breath as they greeted each other and it gave him a thrill, knowing that Joe had no idea what he had been doing while him and the rest of the team had been at practice.
Tyler held out his fist, expecting Joe to bump it with his own, only for him to slap it away.
"What the fuck?" Tyler exclaimed, rubbing the hand.
"That's for missing another practice," Joe said. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"What are you talking about?" Tyler asked.
"Telling Coach that Jake caused that scratch..." Joe replied. "You had that before he threw that book at you."
Joe looked Tyler directly in the eye and held the stare for a long moment. Tyler suddenly felt nervous. Did Joe know how he really got the scratch?
"I just thought he'd get into trouble, not me," Tyler said.
"Well stop fucking about," Joe said. "Do you know how pissed off Coach is with you? He blames you for everything that went wrong at practice today."
"I'm sure it wasn't that bad," Tyler chuckled, but Joe wasn't smiling.
"It fucking sucked. We've all gotten into a rhythm of playing around you, Ty. We've found a formula that works and without you that fell apart. It was embarrassing," Joe said. "If any scouts had been there watching us play today we would all be flipping burgers for the rest of our lives. Do you want to be responsible for that? Get your head out of your fucking ass and do whatever you have to do to get Coach to put you back in."
Tyler reluctantly agreed to apologize to Coach, knowing that Joe was right. He couldn't afford to fuck things up for them when they were so close to winning their division and progressing to the playoffs. Two more wins and no other team could catch them.
They headed into the kitchen where Tyler made drinks as Joe relayed what had happened during practice. When they were done they moved into the lounge and sat down in front of the TV to play a video game, getting lost in the action on screen like they had so many times before. Blowing Evan at the cabin had taken the edge off for Tyler, allowing him to forget about how much he lusted after Joe and to just enjoy his company for a while, remembering why they were such good friends.
When he got out of his car in the school parking lot Tyler's eyes immediately went to the small crowd gathered around Jake's car. He rolled his eyes, wondering what the great Jake had done now to deserve so much attention.
He was going to just ignore it, to keep on walking, knowing he had to avoid any trouble, when his eyes actually fell on the wrestler and he stopped to take a second look. It wasn't the sight of Jake that made him pause, it was the person attached to his side; Tina. She was snuggled into his body, Jake's big arm around her shoulder, and he kept placing little kisses on her cheek as they spoke to people.
What the hell?
Tyler had never seen the two of them together, except for a few words they had exchanged at the pool party months ago or occasionally as they passed in the halls, and yet there they were, entwined, quite clearly a couple. When had that happened? It wasn't something that had been building for months and they had finally gotten together, the sexual tension boiling over, it had sprung up out of nowhere. Tyler was intrigued.
Jake was hot. Smoking hot. He could have had any girl he wanted in the school and far beyond. And yet apart from the occasional hook-up, word getting around when girls bragged about riding the gorgeous athlete's cock, Jake had never shown any public signs of affection before, with anyone, even when girls much hotter than Tina were throwing themselves at him. Something didn't add up.
As Tyler continued to watch he suddenly thought of Joe and how he had reacted after Tyler had fucked him; how he had gone out of his way to find a girl to prove how straight he was and to parade her in front of Tyler. Is that what Jake was doing now? Had something happened to make Jake want to prove himself?
Tyler quickly glanced around, looking for Evan, but he didn't see him anywhere. Alarm bells started to ring. They were always together. Something had definitely happened. Had they fooled around? Had Jake fucked Evan before he got his chance to take Evan's hot ass for a spin?
Damn. Just thinking about that made him wildly jealous.
Knowing that he had to think about something else, he broke away and headed into the school building, finding his teammates gathered in the hallway. He greeted them all and slipped into the conversation they were having seamlessly, joining in as if he had been there from the start.
A few minutes later, he glanced out of the window to see an unfamiliar car pull up in the parking lot. He didn't think much of it until Evan got out of the passenger side and then it had his attention.
He watched with curiosity as Evan looked over at Jake, turning his head away as if in disgust. Instead of walking over towards his best friend, Evan started moving towards the school building. Oh yeah, something had definitely happened.
Just as Evan was about to pass by Jake, the athlete clearly said something to the smaller guy, but Evan just ignored him and kept on walking. What the fuck was that about?
Tyler tried not to make it obvious that he had completely zoned out of the conversation his teammates were having, caught up in the idea that Jake and Evan might have fooled around, or even more.
He didn't like how it made him feel. The idea that Jake might have enjoyed what he wanted, might have buried his dick in Evan's tight little ass and fucked it until he came inside it, almost drove him insane. He knew he was a hypocrite, wanting Evan to only have eyes for him even though he himself was still screwing around with Joe, but the mere idea of them doing something still made him jealous.
When he looked up, Tyler saw Joe looking at him and then glancing over towards Evan, who was rapidly approaching them. Joe's puzzled expression made Tyler panic. Did Joe know what he was thinking?
Suddenly feeling defensive, Tyler spoke before he had a chance to think about what he was saying, turning to Evan. "Is your boyfriend still out there making a show of himself?"
The moment the words were out of his mouth Tyler regretted them and the look on Evan's face sent a chill down his spine as he shot him a look that could have killed.
"Probably," Evan fired back with venom in his voice, "but not as much of a show as you guys make when you're sucking each other's dicks in the locker room."
Tyler's heart stopped and he felt like he was going to throw up. That statement hit him in the stomach like one of Michael's kicks and he almost fell to the floor, unable to breathe.
What the fuck!? How could Evan know about that? Had Michael started telling people? Oh fuck...
Panicking, Tyler looked around. Evan was gone, having walked away almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Tyler expected his teammates to be looking at him, to turn on him and beat him down the same way Michael had when he had caught him with Joe's dick in his mouth but they weren't paying attention to him they just carried on with their conversation. They didn't know. How was that possible if Evan did? How had he found out? Who else knew?
Then Tyler turned to Joe. All of the colour had drained from his best friend's face and he could see that Joe's whole body was trembling, his breaths escaping in tiny wheezes that usually gave way to a full-on panic attack.
Knowing he had to do something to stop Joe from falling apart in front of their teammates, letting them know something was wrong, Tyler quickly turned to Joe and grabbed him by the elbow, shoving him away down the hall, calling out that they had to go see Coach before first period as they disappeared.
It was only as they reached the locker room, Tyler closing the door behind them, when Joe seemed to react. Instead of crumbling to the floor, unable to breathe, like he had many times before, he spun around and got right in Tyler's face.
"What the fuck, Ty?" Joe screamed.
"Joe..." Tyler started, putting his hand on Joe's chest, hoping to calm him, worried that someone might hear them. He didn't know if Coach was in his office or not.
"No," Joe slapped away the hand. "He knows... How the fuck does he know?"
"He doesn't know anything," Tyler protested. "He can't."
"You said you took care of it," Joe spat. "You said Michael wouldn't say anything to anyone."
"He won't..." Tyler said. "No one else knows about what happened."
"Then what the fuck was that? Why would he say that?" Joe screamed. "Fuck, Ty... We need to find him. We need to make sure he stays quiet."
Joe started moving toward the locker room door.
Tyler's eyes went wide and he sprinted to the door, slamming it shut just as it was beginning to open.
"What the fuck, Ty? Let me out," Joe said.
"No," Tyler shook his head. "You need to calm the fuck down."
"How am I meant to do that when that little fucker knows what we did?" Joe asked, trying to reach for the door. "He could ruin everything for us, Tyler."
"So could you," Tyler screamed as he pushed Joe backwards. "Do you think going out there and beating the fuck out of Evan is going to do any good? We'll get kicked off the team. Everything we've worked for, everything we've dreamed of will be gone and it will be your fault."
"How can you just stand there and do nothing?" Joe screamed back.
"Because what other choice do we have?" Tyler fired back. For once he didn't have an answer.
"Fuck Ty!" Joe cried, punching the door. "What if he tells people? What if they believe him? I can't have people thinking I'm..."
Joe didn't finish his sentence but Tyler knew the word he would have used... gay. It was just another in a long line of invisible punches to the gut.
Tyler sighed, "No one else knew. They didn't take him seriously, didn't pay attention to him. Going out there and doing something is only going to make people start asking questions."
"We can't just leave it," Joe protested.
"No, we can't," Tyler agreed, needing to know the answer for himself, to find out if Evan did know anything or if it was just a random comment that managed it hit much closer to home than intended. But what if he did know? What if taking Evan out to the cabin to suck his dick had given him extra evidence that could be used against him? No, Evan wouldn't do that. Would he?
"Then what?" Joe asked.
"I'll find out more. I don't know how, but I will," Tyler said, lying because he knew exactly how he could get Evan to speak to him. "Just play it cool. Pretend like he never said anything, okay? We don't want to make people suspicious."
"Okay," Joe reluctantly agreed, "You're right. But if he says anything else..."
"Then we deal with it," Tyler nodded.
They looked at each other a long moment, took a deep breath and headed off toward their first class.
Tyler stepped into the locker room and immediately dropped to the floor.
"What the fuck?" He screamed as he scrambled to his feet. One of Joe's cleats had just barely missed his head, crashing into the wall behind him.
Joe launched the other shoe across the room and then turned to kick his locker door, putting a huge dent in it.
Tyler ran across the room and grabbed hold of Joe's shoulders, wanting to stop him from throwing or damaging anything else.
"What the hell, Joe, what are you doing?" Tyler asked.
Joe pushed Tyler's arms away, shoved him backwards and glared at his best friend in rage. "I'm gonna kill that little mother fucker."
"Who?" Tyler gasped, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"Evan!" Joe screamed with venom as he started to pace in front of Tyler.
"What happened?" Tyler asked with a sinking feeling in his stomach.
"He fucking hit me," Joe seethed. His chest was heaving and his hands were balled up into fists.
"Why?" Tyler asked. "What did you do?"
"Nothing," Joe spat.
"Joe!" Tyler knew he was lying and he wanted an answer.
"That fucking little faggot..." Joe ranted. "He knows, Ty. He knows."
Tyler felt nauseous, not just from the way Joe spat the word faggot or that he had used it at all, but from the idea that Evan knew about him and Joe. How could he?
"What are you talking about?" Tyler asked, holding his breath as he waited for Joe to reply.
Joe's pacing got faster, more frantic, "He said... He said I was scared people would find out I've been sucking your dick. I need to stop him."
Joe charged for the door. Tyler reacted immediately, even before he knew what he was doing. He ran forward and tackled Joe to the ground.
They wrestled around on the floor for almost a minute with Joe constantly trying to escape as Tyler tried to pin him down. Eventually Tyler managed to get the upper hand and sat down on Joe's chest, making it impossible for Joe to move. He pinned Joe's arms above his head, using his own hands to hold down Joe's, and stared down into his eyes.
Panting heavily, Tyler said, "Fuck, Joe, stop it! I told you before that going after him would only make it worse."
Joe glared up at Tyler. "He fucking knows, Ty."
"How can he?" Tyler argued. "Michael caught ME on my knees, not you."
"Fuck, Ty..." Joe sighed, closing his eyes. "He knows about the videos."
Tyler felt light-headed and thought he might throw up. He was glad he was already sitting down. What the fuck? The videos? There was no way Evan could know about those.
"What?" Tyler gasped, trying to make sense of it. "He can't. No one knows about them. We deleted them."
Joe turned his head, breaking the eye contact.
"Joe?" Tyler questioned, looking down at his best friend.
Joe swallowed hard but he still wouldn't look at Tyler. "I didn't..." he admitted under his breath. "I couldn't..."
Tyler was floored. He hadn't deleted the videos either, but to hear that Joe had kept them, that he couldn't bring himself to delete them, filled Tyler with a sense of dread and hope all at the same time; dread because someone might have seen them, and yet hope because maybe Joe wanted him more than he would readily admit.
Before they could say another word the bell rang for their next class. Tyler knew he had to go because Coach was watching his every move and he couldn't be late for a single class. He slid his fingers between Joe's and looked down at his best friend.
"Shit Joe..." Tyler said. "He can't know anything. It had to be a lucky guess. That's all. I'll find out more. Just don't do anything else, okay? Promise me."
Joe didn't answer.
"Promise me," Tyler demanded.
"Okay," Joe conceded. "But if he does know something we need to silence him."
"Agreed," Tyler nodded.
Tyler sighed as the hot water crashed down onto his body. It had felt so good being back on the football field during practice. Not only had he shown his teammates and Coach just how valuable he was as a player, booking his place on the team for Friday's game, but it had allowed him to get lost in the moment, to forget about everything else and just be Tyler the quarterback.
Now, as he washed the soap from his body, his thoughts began to return to Joe, stood just a few feet away doing the same thing. For the first time in their friendship Tyler had lied to Joe's face, telling him that Evan knew nothing and that they were in the clear. The smile on Joe's face and the relaxed body language as he joked around with their teammates told Tyler that Joe had believed him; there was no weight on those broad shoulders. Even though he knew he had done the right thing in not telling Joe about Evan he still had his doubts about the whole situation. Despite everything that had happened with Evan so far - from their time in that very shower shooting their loads together, to blowing him at the cabin, to the promise that he wouldn't have to wait long before he finally got to fuck Evan's ass – Tyler still didn't know Evan that well. He had to hope that his instincts didn't betray him.
With Joe still occupied, laughing around with their teammates, Tyler turned off his shower and stepped out into the main locker room. As he pulled his clothes out of his locker he couldn't stop thinking about how Joe hadn't deleted the videos, how after everything he had said, how straight he claimed to be, he had kept the videos of himself getting fucked and probably still watched them, jerked off to them, wished it was happening again and again. Yeah, maybe there was hope, maybe all he needed to do was wait, to give Joe time and those feelings, those desires, would win out. They could be together.
Just then Tyler heard his phone as it began to ring. He grabbed it out of his locker and looked at the screen; Evan. Checking that no one else was around he quickly answered it.
"Hey," he said quietly.
"I'm ready," Evan replied.
Tyler was confused for a moment but then his heart began to pound in his chest. Did that mean what he thought it did?
"Ready for what?" he asked, needing to be sure.
"You," Evan said.
Tyler was instantly hard beneath his towel. This was it.
"Where are you?" he asked, urgently, already beginning to pull his clothes on without drying himself.
"I'll be there in ten," Tyler declared as soon as Evan told him, racing out of the locker room just as Joe stepped out of the shower.
To Be Continued...
*To see what happens when Evan and Tyler meet, please read Evan 21