The Gooner Gang - Part 6

POV: Caleb

After what happened, the room smelled like sweat and something sweeter. We didn’t say much. Jake leaned back with that satisfied, smug expression like he knew he was cracking us open one by one. Lucas was breathing heavy, his hand still slick on his thigh, like he was just now realizing what he'd done.

And Tom… Tom hadn’t said a word.

He pulled his shorts back on fast. Didn’t look at any of us. But he didn’t leave either. He sat there, fidgeting, trying way too hard to look normal. His cock had been rock hard the entire time, and he didn’t stop jerking it, even as he watched the rest of us crossing lines.

He’d come too. Quietly. But I noticed.

He was fighting something inside his head. And losing.

Lucas, though? He was a whole different story now.

On the walk downstairs to grab drinks, he pulled me aside in the hallway, out of earshot.

“You really into this gooner shit, huh?”

I smirked. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

He scratched his neck. “Kinda surprised me. Like… how good it felt. Watching. Being watched.”

“Watching Jake?” I said, pushing it a little.

His ears went red. “Watching you.”

That caught me off guard. For a second, I didn’t know what to say. His eyes didn’t waver. There was something charged in the air between us, thick and dangerous.

Before I could say anything back, Jake called out from upstairs. “Caleb! Grab me a Gatorade, man! Hydration’s important after mutual release!”

Lucas snorted. “That guy’s too comfortable.”

But he followed me back upstairs anyway.

That night, the guys stayed over again. Sleeping bags thrown on the floor. The excuse was weak — something about weekend practice and being too tired to drive. Nobody questioned it.

I ended up next to Jake again, obviously. That was becoming the pattern. But this time… Lucas rolled his bag a little closer too.

Tom was on the other side of the room, phone out, headphones in, pretending to be unbothered.

Lights off.

Breathing soft.

But I could feel it again — that undercurrent. The quiet hunger.

Jake’s hand brushed mine under the blanket. His thumb ran slow over my knuckles. I looked at him in the dark, and his face was barely there, just enough glow from the hallway light to see the curve of his smile.

We didn’t speak. We didn’t have to.

Just laid there.

Close.

Hard.

I shifted, grinding just slightly against my mattress. It was dumb. Risky. But I didn’t care.

Jake turned toward me, his breath warm near my neck. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nope.”

“You thinking about earlier too?”

I nodded.

Our hands met under the covers again. Mine slid across the waistband of his shorts, slow, tentative, almost shaking.

He grabbed my wrist. Not to stop me — just to hold me there.

Then his lips found mine, fast and deep, no hesitation this time. We kissed like we couldn’t hold it anymore. His body pressed against mine, hard and warm and desperate.

There were sounds — soft moans, breathy gasps. I swore I heard someone shift across the room. But I didn’t care.

Jake pulled away just enough to whisper, “Bathroom?”

I nodded.

We moved quiet, but not careful. The door clicked shut, the lock slid in place.

And then it all exploded again.

Our cocks were in each other’s hands in seconds, mouths crashing, hips grinding against porcelain and tile and each other. Jake kissed me like he needed it. Like this wasn’t a game anymore. Like we were becoming something.

I dropped to my knees. Took him into my mouth, slow and greedy.

He swore under his breath. Hands in my hair. Moaning so soft and breathy it made my whole body shake.

We didn’t last long. Couldn’t. When we finished, it was all trembling limbs and messy kisses and me gripping the sink, trying to breathe.

Jake looked at me, wild-eyed, grinning. “You’re fucking addicting, man.”

“Back at you.”

When we returned, Lucas’s sleeping bag had shifted even closer.

Tom was still turned away, curled up, quiet.

But I knew he was awake.

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Lucas stepped closer. “You guys have done more than just jerk off, huh?”

Neither of us answered.

But the silence was the answer.

Lucas exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “That’s hot as fuck.”