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I glanced at my phone and pursed my lips. My leg was shaking I was so antsy. A hand gripped my knee and I glanced at my mom who was smiling gently, squeezing it once before sighing. “He’s going to be landing any minute,” she teased and I nodded, still feeling fidgety. Clay hadn’t even fully graduated a week ago and he was already shipped off with the team to a game. I was nibbling on my nail, sighing as I continued to shake my leg impatiently.
“I just checked the board, his plane’s touched down,” my dad walked over, handing my mom a small coffee. She smiled, sipping it as she glanced at me. “So are you coming home with us tonight or-“
“I think I’m going to stay with him until he travels again,” I grumbled, crossing my arms I slumped back into the bench. They both looked at each other and my dad sighed, laughing once.
“You’re worse than I was when I got to see your mom after months. Bruno it’s been a week,” he teased but I could only roll my eyes. “He called you before taking off right?” he pressed and I sighed, nodding.
“I get it dad, it’ll get easier as time goes on. It’s just we saw each other every day,” I muttered, leaning forward and rubbing my hands together. I couldn’t get this anxious feeling to subside. It was weird how comfortable I was with him around, and how off balance I felt without him by my side. I used to make fun of him for being this obsessed with me, but it’s finally caught up to me.
“Come on, let’s go wait by the terminal exit,” my mom nudged me and I sighed, pushing up and shoving my hands into my shorts. I glanced down at myself, pursing my lips as I thought about how I looked. I had a simple tank top on and loose shorts, my hair pulled back into an elastic. Clay insisted I grew it out a bit more, that my long hair looked kind of sexy or something?
I took a deep breath and studied the corridor as we walked together, my dad holding my mom’s hand as they laughed and talked quietly. My heart was racing at the thought of seeing him again. They slowed down, stopping by one of the main stairwells that led to the baggage claim. I was staring up the stairs, waiting for something familiar to catch my eye. Soon enough a large mass of people started coming down the stairs. I noticed a lot of guys in shorts and t-shirts, seeming to be somewhat coordinated. As they got closer my heart jumped realizing it was his team.
Then I saw him, laughing as he nudged another player, his smile huge as he pushed his hair back. He glanced over, and I nearly lost my breath when our eyes met. The look on his face made my heart skip a fucking beat. He hurried down the stairs, my heart racing as I watched him make a b-line right to me. There was some hesitation as I looked around, noticing his teammates looking at him curiously. But when he got about halfway all of my reason left me. And I did about the dumbest, most cliché thing anyone would do waiting for their fucking partner. I hurried over and jumped into his arms. He laughed, catching me, his hands gripping my ass, his smile huge as I slid my hands into his hair.
“God I fucking missed you,” I grumbled, pressing my face into his. He kissed me a few times, sighing happily when I hugged him, nuzzling my face into his neck. I inhaled deeply, wafting his deodorant and cologne all at once. It filled my mind, my whole body relaxing as if it finally took a breath of fresh air. This was stupid.
“What a welcome home,” he teased, squeezing my ass. Finally embarrassment settled in, and I cleared my throat, pulling back as I glanced at the ground.
“Y-you can let me down now,” I muttered and he bit his lip, shaking his head.
“One more kiss,” he teased and I sighed, already irritated with how cheeky he was. I pressed my forehead to his and pouted.
“I missed you until you got here and started being annoying,” but he only laughed as I rolled my eyes, his lips covering mine to shut me up. I couldn’t help but kiss him back, enjoying the warmth. His lips were soft, his tongue hot as it teased my mouth a few times. When I pulled away he let me go, curling a loose strand of my hair on his finger.
“You look really fucking hot right now,” he muttered, his eyes drifting down my body, a slight droop to his eyelids as he smirked. God it looked sexy.
“Yeah well, my parents want to take you out to lunch,” I grabbed his hand, pulling it to my mouth as I studied him. He looked past me, letting me kiss his hand as he smiled at my parents.
“Let me get my luggage, say bye to the team, then I’m all yours,” he whispered, pinching my chin. I sighed, letting him kiss me before he walked away. I hugged myself, feeling uneasy as his team studied me.
“That boy loves you,” my mom teased, rubbing my shoulder blades. I couldn’t help but laugh, dropping my head forward as I bit my lip.
“He istanbul travesti really does,” I sighed, glancing up to see him studying me as someone talked to him. My stomach turned excitedly as he winked at me. What an ass. Then he flagged me over and I hesitated until my mom’s hand pushed the small of my back. I sighed, letting my feet drag me across the airport.
“Bruno, this is Jacob and Max,” he gestured to the two guys. One had a crazy afro, barely held back by a large band, the other had a buzz so short he nearly looked bald.
“Hey,” I held my hand out and they both shook it.
“This is my boyfriend,” Clay beamed and I felt my face get hot as more people on the team glanced at us. Before I could say anything else the buzzer for the luggage thing sounded off making me jump. I felt so skittish. There was a nagging in the back of my mind now that he was on a professional team he needed to keep me a secret again. It seemed wrong to be so open about us, especially with all of his male teammates.
“So Bruno, how’s it feel knowing your boyfriend’s a pro player?” Jacob nudged my arm and I pursed my lips, glancing at Clay before shrugging.
“He’s just Clay to me. And besides the travelling and training schedule nothing else really seems different?” that answer seemed dumb. I had no idea why I was filled with so much anxiety now. Up until they started playing games and travelling this weird nervousness never existed. But now, I couldn’t stop feeling some weird paranoia. Anxiety clouded my mind all the time.
“Just give it some time, this one’s a damn star in the making!” Max laughed, nudging Clay who smiled. His eyes shifted to meet mine and his smile faltered. “He’s going to be rookie of the year. Just wait!” he continued and I nodded, forcing a smile as I nudged myself into Clay’s side.
“He’s amazing so I don’t doubt that,” I breathed, glancing at the belt. I was just hoping for his bag to show up. His arm wrapped around my waist unexpectedly, pulling me against him. I blushed and sighed, crossing my arms and leaning into his body a bit. I blocked out all the chatter, staring at the bags.
“Well it was nice putting a fact to the name,” Jacob breathed and I flinched, glancing at him. He was still smiling at me. “The fucker won’t shut up about you honestly!” he laughed, Clay sighing. He looked embarrassed, studying me then. “He’s so damn smitten it’s almost disgusting,” he snorted, Clay nudging him before jerking away. I watched him grab his bag.
“The whole team knows, you don’t have to feel weird about it,” Max started quietly. I hesitated, my thoughts stuck on the tip of my tongue when Clay came back. His hand brushed across my ass before he grabbed my hip and pulled me close to him.
“Ready to go get lunch?” he breathed and I nodded, ignoring the obvious embarrassment I was feeling.
“It was nice to meet you guys too, by the way!” I offered then and they both chuckled, waving as Clay pushed me off. He slung his bag over his shoulder, his other hand sliding into mine. It felt so perfect. My dad smiled, offering Clay a hug. He hugged my mom too before we all walked off to the car. My dad started first, talking about his recent games, his schedule, how everything was going.
We got into the car, Clay still holding my hand as he laughed and chatted with my dad. I was distracted, not really paying attention at all until my arm got tugged. “Huh?” I gasped, Clay studying me with a confused look on his face.
“I asked if you were ok with burgers?” my mom smiled and I nodded, forcing another smile. My eyes darted to Clay who looked confused and worried all at once. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, squeezing his hand. My thumb rubbed the back of it as I turned to lean to my window. He lifted my hand up, kissing it softly and I bit my lip, glancing over at him.
“I love you,” he mouthed and that crazy warm, tingling sensation filled me up from head to toe.
“I love you too,” I sighed, his smile taking my breath away. This felt too dumb and overwhelming. How was I this in love with him?! We pulled into a parking lot and I felt relieved to be able to get some food or something. In fact my parents were so excited to talk to Clay it was almost shocking, but I appreciated how much attention they were paying him through the entire meal. I got to just sit there and listen while I tried to figure out what was up with me. As we drove Clay back to his apartment my anxiety turned to excitement.
“Is it ok if I stay with you?” I asked suddenly, Clay looking at me wide eyed.
“Y-yeah of course. It’s going to be boring when I have to go train though,” he muttered but I just shrugged. He sighed, smiling then as he nodded. “How long did you want to stay for?” he breathed and I hesitated, my stomach knotting up.
“The whole summer,” I whispered, my mom glancing back at me curiously. Clay looked a bit shocked by that too. I fidgeted, feeling like a weight was lifted off me. But a new uncertainty was filling me. Was I too istanbul travestileri into this? Was I more interested in this relationship than he was? Was I diving in too deep? He still hadn’t even brought up marriage and we were past his graduation.
I thought maybe after he graduated and his schedule was really set he’d figure something out. But I hadn’t heard anything. His conversation with Jake back from Christmas swirled around violently in my brain almost every time I thought about it. I wanted to ask him, to make sure he still felt that way, but since then I’ve held those feelings back.
“Well, if that’s the case why didn’t you say so before we came out here with just one bag of clothes for you?” my dad teased and I frowned, crossing my arms.
“I just thought of it now,” I admitted and Clay sighed, his hand rubbing my leg.
“I don’t think that’s really necessary, because I’ll be traveling a lot and-“
“Do you not want me around?” I asked, my heart sinking. He looked confused and I bit my lip, recoiling from my own panic as I took a deep breath. We drove the last stretch of the trip with very little conversation after my outburst. It was a bit awkward and I had no idea how to fix it.
“Thanks for picking me up again,” Clay sighed, hugging my parents as we climbed out of the car. My dad nodded, handing his bag over while I snagged mine from the trunk. My mom hugged me, rubbing my back soothingly.
“Talk to him,” she whispered and I sighed, nodding once as she pulled away. My dad hugged me before turning back to the car.
“Next trip is in a few weeks right?” my dad asked and Clay nodded. “Alright, see you then!” he waved and Clay did too, watching them pull off before he turned to me. He crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing.
“What’s going on?” he demanded and I hesitated. Before I could answer he sighed and grabbed my hand. “Come on, we’re talking,” he grumbled. I could only follow him dejectedly. He dropped his bag on the ground once we walked into the doorway, kicking his shoes off. I did the same, taking a deep breath as he just walked upstairs. My heart raced as I followed him, turning into his room to see him crawling onto the bed and lying back comfortably.
“You wanted to talk, right?” I asked shyly and he sighed, patting the bed next to him as his other hand slid under his head. I took a deep breath and crawled onto the bed, cuddling up against him. The way his arm wrapped around me, the feeling of his body against mine was everything I needed.
“What’s going on in here?” he scrunched my hair as he slid his fingers along my scalp. It felt so nice. I closed my eyes, wiggling closer as my leg and arms wrapped around him. My face rubbed up against his neck and I sighed, kissing him softly.
“I feel like I’m the only one still crazy in love. You seem so fine when I’m not around, like you don’t need me anymore. Like we got through everything and now you’re living your best life with almost nothing holding you back anymore. Where do I still fit in?” I whispered and he sighed, rolling onto his side and pulling me tight against him.
“Bruno you’re everything to me,” he grumbled, his leg sliding over mine. The way his arms tightened around me, how his hands gripped my body, all of it was overwhelming. “I was forced out of the closet, and you were there to make it better. Every day when things happen, or even if nothing happens at all, you’re the one I want to call and talk to. You told me to go pro, to not hold myself back. None of this new stuff changes who you are and what you mean to me,” his voice was soft, lulling me into a deep sense of security.
“B-but what about getting married? Do you still not want to?” I couldn’t hold it back. He tensed up and then sighed, rubbing my back.
“Why are you so caught up in that?” he muttered and I bit my lip, feeling anxious all over again.
“Because, I-I told you before that marriage means a lot to me. It’s how two people really tell each other they love each other. So if you don’t want to marry me, then to me that means-“
“Hey,” he leaned back, grabbing my face, his eyes stern as he studied my face. “Who said I didn’t want to marry you?” he sounded frustrated.
“W-well you haven’t-“
“Bruno, what’s the rush?” he softened, his forehead still wrinkled as his eyes struggled to understand what was going on in my mind.
“I don’t know!” I groaned, clinging to him as I tried to hide my face in his chest. “I feel so anxious and panicked when we’re apart. It’s like how you said it felt back when we first started dating. Any amount of time away from you feels suffocating,” his chest muffled me, but I knew he could hear me. He took a deep breath then laughed, his fingers easing the elastic out of my hair. I felt his lips on my head as his hand teased and tugged through it.
“Do you finally love me as much as I love you?” he joked then and I scoffed, about to pull away when his grip locked around me, his body tense. “I’m just messing with you Bruno. travesti istanbul Of course I know you love me. I was so excited to come home today, to see you at the airport. It made me so fucking happy that you couldn’t help but jump into my arms,” he breathed, rubbing his hand up and down the back of my neck as he eased my muscles and rustled my hair.
“That was so embarrassing,” I sighed and he chuckled, grabbing my hair and tugging. I tilted my head to meet his gaze, his smile melting me entirely.
“I thought it was cute, and kind of sexy too,” he breathed, leaning close. Our noses brushed and I held my breath until his lips touched mine. We kissed tenderly, holding each other lovingly as our lips parted and slid against each other. “Why are you so worried about me not loving you?” he asked suddenly and I froze.
“Because that’s what always happens. Everyone gets what they need from me, and then they move on,” I mumbled and he sighed, pushing me down onto the bed. He straddled my hips, leaning over me with a warm smile as he grabbed my face.
“You want to know what I need from you Bruno?” he muttered and I swallowed hard, nodding as my heart pounded in my chest. “I need you to stay by my side. And if I’m far away I need you to pick up the phone when I call. And turn your camera on, no matter what! Especially when I miss your face,” he kissed my cheek and I sighed, laughing then as he started kissing me all over. “And never, ever stop loving me. That would fucking kill me,” he grumbled. I sighed, feeling so much better as I let my hands rest on his thighs.
“Ok, I get it,” I conceded, trying not to smile as he gripped my hair and kissed my jaw to my neck.
“And don’t ever stop being so fucking handsome, and cute, and sexy, and everything that drives me fucking crazy,” he muttered, his voice getting rougher. I trembled, my dick already throbbing as I felt his mouth open and his tongue and teeth tease my neck.
“H-hey wait! Don’t you want to shower, or change, or unpack?” I gasped as his hand reached down and pushed up under my shirt.
“No, I want you,” his voice was gruff, his hand hot as it slid along my skin. His thumb brushed my nipple, his fingers teasing it as he started sucking on my ear. My fingers clawed at his thighs, my body already burning up. “You’re so sensitive, has it been too long?” he teased.
“It’s been almost two weeks,” I groaned. He sighed, biting me then. I gasped, my back arching as thrills ran through my body.
“I know. I’ve been jerking off every day, three times a day sometimes,” he panted, kissing up my neck to my mouth. His lips crushed mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth and violating me. It was hypnotizing, the heat of his breath, of his mouth against mine. The grip of his hand on the back of my neck was making me feel mushy inside. “God fuck, Bruno I can’t stand to be apart from you for so long,” he gasped, his teeth grazing my lips before he groaned and filled my mouth with his tongue again. Then his hand gripped my cock through my shorts. My body arched, my eyes rolling back as thrills of pleasure tore through me.
“Fuck Clay,” I reached up, gripping the back of his head and clawing at his shoulder as he sucked and nibbled at my neck.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he grumbled, his hand rubbing against my crotch. He gripped my balls and I groaned, my legs pushing against his. He pushed up, yanking his shirt off. My hands ran over his stomach and chest, pushing through his hair as he leaned back over.
“You’re so hot,” I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him as he adjusted to push his shorts off. My legs worked out from under him as we both awkwardly worked around each other, desperately wanting to kiss each other and undress at the same time. He was in his briefs, the fabric barely in place as his hands undid my shorts. I pulled away, yanking my shirt off eagerly as he gripped my pants and tugged them off. My briefs slipped off my one hip, my dick springing out easily.
“Oh god yes,” he threw my shorts away, collapsing to the bed between my legs, gripping me in his arms as his hands and mouth captured my cock. I thrusted up into the air, my eyes closing tight as the heat of his mouth, his tongue, devoured my shaft. He’d groan and hum as he worked me toward his throat. I felt both his hands and his mouth all over my cock and balls. There wasn’t an inch of my crotch he wasn’t touching or devouring.
“Gonna cum!” I cried out when he gripped my thigh and waist, forcing me to lunge deep into his throat. His fingers clawed at my body, his head bobbing eagerly. I grabbed his hair, groaning as my ass clenched and body trembled. My balls churned as my hips bucked, cum leaking out and filling his mouth. He moaned, sucking hard as he bobbed his head. His tongue and the pressure of his swallowing milked my cock, my eyes crossing as it felt like all of my muscles contracted then melted simultaneously.
“God, I don’t want to stop,” he groaned after pulling away, his hands gripping my briefs and yanking them off. He pushed my thighs open, his mouth and tongue on my balls and taint. I trembled, whimpering as my whole body tingled. His hands eased my legs up, my ass lifting up off the bed more. And then I felt his tongue, sliding around and plunging inside of me.