Chapter 10: Game Time
The roar of the crowd was deafening as the North Atlanta Titans took the field. Malik felt the energy surge through him like an electric current, setting his nerves on fire in the best way. It was game day, and the boys were unstoppable. From the first whistle, Ty Richardson made it clear why he was the team's star wide receiver. The rival team tried everything to lock him down--double coverage, switching defenders mid-play--but nothing worked. Ty caught every pass thrown his way, weaving through defenders with ease and crossing the goal line repeatedly. The crowd erupted each time he scored, his swagger lighting up the field.
Even with the second-string quarterback making a few questionable throws, Ty more than made up for it. The defense couldn't figure him out, and in their desperation to shut him down, they left other players wide open, allowing the Titans to rack up points with ease.
On the defensive side, Dre Lawson was a force to be reckoned with. He tore through the offensive line like a wrecking ball, pressuring the quarterback on nearly every play. By the second quarter, the poor guy looked ready to break, his hands trembling as he fumbled the snap. Each hurried throw only made things worse for his team because Malik Carter was waiting.
Malik's instincts had been sharp before the accident, but now they were something else entirely. He intercepted two passes before halftime, each return setting the Titans up for easy touchdowns. The opposing coach called it before the second half even started, forfeiting the game with a final score of 35--0.
The players gathered at midfield for the traditional handshake line, though the opposing team barely made eye contact. Malik could feel their defeat, their frustration and shame rolling off them like a heavy fog.
Back in the locker room, the Titans were jubilant. Laughter and cheers filled the air as players slapped each other on the back and recounted the game's highlights. Malik headed for the showers, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline. As the steam began to rise, he activated his emotional cloak, masking his intentions. For the first time, he felt confident enough to let his guard down and look.
His eyes landed on Dre, as he questioned what powers the other boy might have. The water cascaded over Dre's dark skin, accentuating the hard lines of his muscles. His broad shoulders and powerful chest glistened as he ran his hands over his body, his abs flexing with each movement. Malik's gaze drifted lower, his breath catching as Dre washed between his legs. His movements were thorough as he cleaned his impressive, seven-inch soft meat. His dick was uncut, Malik was transfixed as Dre pulled back his foreskin, his large hands moving over his impressive length to clean.
Then Dre's hands froze. Malik's stomach dropped as his head cleared. Looking up, he found Dre staring directly at him. Panic surged through Malik as he quickly turned away, his face burning with embarrassment. What did Dre think? How could he see through his power? Did he see his semi? Finishing his shower as quickly as possible, Malik threw on his clothes and bolted out of the locker room.
Jada was waiting for him outside with her parents. She raised an eyebrow at his abrupt appearance. "Did something happen in there?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
"Nah," Malik said, shaking his head. "I just... needed some air."
Jada's father, Richard Moore, stepped forward with a warm smile. "Why don't you direct us to your parents, son? We'll get started from there."
After a quick round of introductions, Malik led them to where his parents were waiting. Tanya and David Carter greeted the Moores warmly, and soon Ty and his mother, Rosa, joined the group. The families piled into their cars, following the Moores to their home.
As they pulled into Jada's neighborhood, Malik couldn't help but marvel. Jada's neighborhood was jaw-dropping. The homes were enormous, each more extravagant than the last, but hers stood out even among mansions. The gated driveway wound through lush greenery before opening to a sprawling estate. Malik couldn't help but feel like they were pulling up to a palace.
As everyone gathered at the front door, Ty's mouth moved faster than his brain. "Damn, Jada, I didn't know you were a princess."
His mother smacked the back of his head, drawing a groan. "Cállate muchacho. Sabes que no debes usar ese tipo de lenguaje conmigo y con esta agradable gente. ¡Disculparse!" The group laughed, and Malik eased everyone's tension away as Jada opened the door wider and welcomed them inside.
Inside, the grandeur continued. High ceilings, polished marble floors, and chandeliers that glittered like starlight greeted them. Jada's mother, Angela, ushered everyone into the dining room, where a feast awaited: herb-crusted prime rib, garlic mashed potatoes, honey-glazed carrots, and more.
Dinner was lively. Ty cracked jokes, his quick wit earning laughs even as his mother swatted him for being too cheeky. Malik used his abilities to subtly ease any lingering tension, amplifying the warmth and camaraderie in the room.
After the meal, Richard stood and cleared his throat. "Thank you all for coming tonight. As you've probably guessed, this isn't just about celebrating the game. We're here because of what happened to our children."
The room fell silent. Richard's gaze swept over everyone before continuing. "When Jada was hurt in the accident, I thought I might lose her. It made me realize how fragile our world is. Now, with her abilities emerging, I see how dangerous it could be if the wrong people found out. We have to protect them."
He gestured to Jada, who stood confidently. "I've been working on a plan," she said, her voice steady. "I want to create a private investment company called Striker, pooling our resources to fund research and protection. I've been using my abilities to manage investments under my father's guidance, and the results have been... significant. I want to expand this into a private investment company called Striker, with all of you as equal partners.
She laid out her vision: pooling resources, growing wealth, and creating a fund to protect their families and research their abilities. The proposal was bold, but her confidence was infectious.
"But there's something else I need to ask, and it's not going to be easy to hear."
She looked directly at the boys. "I need you to quit football."
"What?" Ty's voice echoed through the room, his frustration palpable. Malik clenched his fists, his anger rising.
"I know it's a lot to ask," Jada said, meeting their eyes. "But the risk is too great. Tonight's game was a perfect example. If you keep playing at this level, people are going to notice. And if they find out what you can do..."
Malik interrupted his voice tight. "Why didn't you warn us before?"
"Because it wouldn't have made a difference," Jada admitted. "Even if you held back, the risk would still be there. This isn't just about fairness--it's about safety."
Despite their initial resistance, the boys eventually understood her point. The parents discussed the proposal, weighing the pros and cons, before ultimately agreeing to join Striker. As the paperwork was signed, Malik felt a sense of unity he hadn't expected.
As they left the Moore estate, Malik couldn't shake the weight of the evening's revelations. But when they pulled into their driveway, his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Jinwoo sitting on the porch.
"Jinwoo?" Tanya called out. "Are you okay, baby? It's late."
"I'm sorry to bother you," Jinwoo said softly. "There were guys outside my dorm. I was afraid they'd attack me again, so I came here."
Malik's senses flared. Waves of guilt and something else--deceit? He decided to confront Jinwoo later.
"Well, come inside," David said, his tone gentle. "It's been a long night. We can figure this out in the morning."
As they prepared a place for Jinwoo to sleep, Malik couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. When Jinwoo skipped the air mattress and tried to slid into Malik's bed with a shy smile, Malik's suspicions deepened.
"Yeah, no," Malik said flatly.
"What?" Jinwoo's confusion was evident.
"Sleep on the floor," Malik said, his tone firm.
Jinwoo hesitated before sitting up. "Did I do something to offend you?"
Malik stared at him, his voice low. "You lied to my parents. There were no guys outside your dorm, were there?"
Jinwoo's face fell, guilt and fear flashing across his features. "Okay, I lied," he admitted. "I just wanted to be here with you."
Malik sighed, his irritation softening. "I hate liars, but I love the reason you did it. I'm glad you're here." He pulled Jinwoo into bed, their faces inches apart.
"Am I crazy, or are you coming on to me?" Jinwoo asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I might be," Malik admitted, his voice steady. "For now, can I just be the guy that's into you?"
Jinwoo smiled, his lips brushing against Malik's. "I can live with that."
Their kiss deepened, and for the first time, Malik felt truly free.
Malik stiffened in more places than one as Jinwoo snaked his hand down his torso and into his boxers. "Woah!" Malik exclaimed, shock apparent. No one had ever touched him there.
"Do you want me to stop?" Jinwoo asked, "Don't lie to me."
"No." Malik admitted, "I don't want you to stop.
Taking that as permission, Jinwoo disappeared underneath the sheets. Malik felt him tugging away at his boxers, so he lifted his pelvis and they easily slid down. Freeing his achingly hard dick.
He felt Jinwoo's breathe before the startling amazing feeling of a wet tongue enveloped his member. Malik felt high as feelings like electricity shot through his body.
"MMMMMMmmmm fuck. That feels good." He moaned into his pillow.
Jinwoo didn't stop to respond, instead, he swallowed all 8 inches of hard cock down his tight throat.
Malik knew he wouldn't last long as Jinwoo nursed his dick. He tried to think of other things, but that was damn near impossible as Jinwoo's desire saturated the room.
His 6th senses drove him over the edge as he felt Jinwoo's enjoyment and hunger mixing with his own intense pleasure.
He grabbed the back of his head, forcing his dick down Jinwoo's talented throat, as he began to cum. He never remembered cumming so hard and long in his life.
Jinwoo swallowed it all and pulled back to clean Malik's dick with his tongue. Then he popped back up above the sheets and wrapped Malik's arms around him in a spooning position.
He was again content, and Malik greatly amplified his feelings of content to show his own gratitude.
"How was that?" Jinwoo asked.
"Your kung fu is strong."
"Shut up, jerk." Jinwoo laughed as he fell asleep with his ass pressed against Malik's semi-erection.
The next day, Dre caught Malik alone before practice. "Hey, about yesterday... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
Malik hesitated before replying, "I wasn't trying to check you out. It just kind of happened. But it won't happen again."
Before he could say more, Dre grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him, leaving Malik stunned. When Dre pulled back, he smirked. "Looks like we're even."
As Dre walked away, Malik stood frozen, his mind racing. Yesterday he had zero experience with guys, and now he'd experienced two. Between Jinwoo and Dre, his world had suddenly become much more complicated.