Boys and Girls, Part III: Can't Stay Away

Chapter 11 – Friendship

Ryan hadn’t been inside the NMU locker rooms for a while. It brought back bittersweet memories for him. But right now, he was on a mission.

The Hawks had just defeated Oregon 24-17 in a pulse-pounding game, managing to retain their perfect season thus far. Ryan was happy for his friends and his former team.

But he was ready to kick Tristan Carter’s ass.

He pushed the locker room door open. It had been almost a half hour since the game had ended, and the locker room was about half-full. Mr. Big-Shot had stayed behind for a few quick interviews with ABC and ESPN, so Ryan knew that Carter was still somewhere in the locker room.

He was right. Carter was sitting in his jeans and nothing else. He seemed to be rubbing his big toe, as if he had sustained an injury or something. As Ryan came closer, Carter’s head instinctively shot up. He merely smirked at Ryan’s presence.

“Ready for more?” he taunted.

Ryan’s cold expression didn’t waver, and that threw Tristan off for a minute.

“Can I help you?” Tristan asked, mildly irritated, “or do you just like to stand in the men’s locker room and stare at all the peckers, you hom –

Ryan’s fist connected with Tristan’s face, and the latter fell backward off of the bench. He immediately shot to his feet, his face glowing red where Ryan’s fist had clubbed his face.

“What the fuck!” he yelled.

“You fucking pussy,” Ryan accused.

“You’re fucking nuts,” Tristan shot back. “What the hell are you going on about, Mackey?”

“Jacy Hewitt,” Ryan spat out. “Sound familiar?”

Carter feigned ignorance but looked guilty anyway. “Who the fuck is Jacy Hewitt?”

Ryan punched him again, this time in his nose. Tristan uttered a loud expletive, drawing the attention of a few other guys in the locker room. As Tristan regained his bearings, Ryan noticed that Pretty Boy’s nose was bleeding.

“The girl who you screwed over, dipshit!” Ryan answered, getting fired up. He walked over to Tristan and completely got in his face. “What, you couldn’t stomach the idea that a female got the better of you, so you decided to mess with her life?”

“It's not a big deal, Mackey! She’s just some fat bitch who pissed the hell out of me, so I did what I had to.”

Ryan attempted to punch him in the stomach this time, but Carter dodged the punch. By now, the pair had attracted a larger audience. That signature smirk reappeared on Carter’s face, making him now look as if he wanted to play a game with Ryan.

“If that fat bitch had just let me do my thing with that gorgeous Hawaiian treat, she wouldn’t have had to worry about anything.”

Ryan punched again and missed. Carter looked like he was having too much fun. The latter knew that with Ryan’s bum knee, Ryan was the one with the physical disadvantage. Carter began walking backwards, taunting Ryan, and Ryan couldn’t help but take the bait.

“You’re dead,” Ryan threatened.

Tristan ignored him. “I’m pretty sure if your little dough girl hadn’t gotten in the way, I would’ve gotten pretty far with the other one.”

Ryan hurled a towel at Tristan, who easily deflected it.

“I definitely would’ve gotten that kiss…

Ryan tossed Tristan’s duffel bag at him. Tristan deflected again.

“Maybe I’d have gotten between her legs too…and sampled some sweet Hawaiian puss –

Ryan leapt at Tristan and punched him again – this time landing a hard hit right on his cheekbone. Tristan grunted before falling backward. He got up immediately and jumped Ryan before landing a quick punch on Ryan’s cheek.

“What the fuck is going on!” a deep, booming voice commanded.

Jason hoisted Tristan off of Ryan. Joe had to restrain Ryan, whose face was bruised. Jason regarded both Ryan and Tristan with wild eyes.

“One of you better explain,” Jason demanded. “Now.”

Ryan and Tristan were both panting heavily. Ryan rubbed at his bruised cheek, while Tristan wiped at some of the blood that had begun crusting under his nose.

“Your friend is fucking nuts,” Tristan gritted out. Ryan went for him again but was effectively held back by Joe and his mammoth arms. Ryan stared at Tristan with an accusatory glare.

“This asshole,” Ryan began hotly, “screwed Jacy over.”

“What?” Jason demanded. He gave Tristan a dirty look before turning back to Ryan. “How?”

“He arranged to have her taken to the ‘fat girl’ mixer and be humiliated,” Ryan spat out. “How d’you like that?”

“Why would you do that?” Jason asked Tristan irately.

Tristan didn’t answer; he just averted his eyes.

“Our Jacy made him look like the dick that he is,” Ryan answered for Tristan. The latter’s eyes flashed, and Jason had to restrain him from attacking Ryan again. As Tristan completely pried himself away from Jason, he regarded Ryan through narrowed eyes.

“Face it, Mackey. If you’d been in my position, you would’ve done the same thing…or at least something similar.”

Ryan shook his head disgustedly. “No, asshole. I’d have swallowed my pride and taken it like a man. What you did…makes you a pussy and nothing more. You treat a woman that way, and you’re nothing but a piece of shit.”

“You’re just pissed because not being able to play has made you a complete pussy, Mackey.”

This time, Ryan didn’t say anything. He didn’t look angry or upset; he didn’t look as if he…cared – not at all. He simply shrugged his shoulders. “You’re probably right.”

Tristan straightened. That wasn’t the answer he was hoping for. He wanted a fight, and Mackey was caving too easily.

“But,” Ryan began again, pulling himself out of Joe’s tight grip, “at least I know how to treat a woman. That’s good enough for me right now.” He walked toward the locker room door, and the crowd began diffusing. Jason and Joe just stared after Ryan, in shock. Ryan turned around one last time and leveled his steely gray gaze at Tristan.

“Stay away from my girls, cowboy. I’m not playing football right now…which means I can devote all my time to making your life here a living hell.”

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“What the hell was that?” Jason demanded, as he chased Ryan out of the PE building. Joe was close behind but wasn’t as fast as Jason.

“Just doing right by my friends,” Ryan answered.

"I meant what did you mean by ‘my girls?’”

Ryan kept on walking. “He was messing with Jacy and Lani.”

“What’d he do to Lani?”

Ryan stopped. “Ask Carter.”

Jason grabbed Ryan’s shoulder and whipped him around. “How about you spare me the pain of that and just spit it out?”

Ryan sighed. “He assaulted her, okay?”

“Shouldn’t you call the cops?” Joe asked, having finally caught up with the others.

“Too much bureaucratic red tape,” Ryan continued. “My way’s better.”

“You know Carter’s going to cry ‘ambush’, right?” Jason reminded.

“Do you think I give a flying fuck about that shit?” Ryan asked hotly.

“We’re just trying to keep you from getting into trouble, man,” Joe added.

“Well, fuck that!” Ryan shouted. “I’m just looking out for my friends…you know, the people that help me through good and bad times?”

Jason straightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Lani and Jacy have been extra supportive towards me, that’s all?” Ryan answered hastily, averting his eyes.

Jason wasn’t stupid. “Joe and I are trying, man.”

“No!” Ryan snapped. “You two are too busy winning football games and shacking up with your gfs to give a shit about me!”

“Hey, man,” Joe warned, “we invite you out all the time, but you never want to come.”

Ryan didn’t answer because what Joe said was unfortunately true.

“I thought we talked about this, Ry,” Jason started. “You said you were cool with this. Or were you just full of it?”

Ryan began walking away. “Just leave me the fuck alone.” Before Ryan had gotten too far, he turned around abruptly. “And I almost forgot…do not mention what Carter did to Jacy. She doesn’t know, and I don’t want her to find out now. I will tell her in due time, got it?” Ryan turned forward and continued to walk away.

Jason swore loudly after Ryan before muttering something that sounded strangely like “moody son-of-a-bitch.”

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“Unbelievable!” Jason shouted, entering the apartment he shared with his fiancée. Delaney was seated at her dining room table, sipping from a mug. It was probably tea. He breezed over to where she sat and leaned over for a kiss before he started on his tirade.

“That asshole! He’s transferring all of his frustration at not being able to play on me!”

Delaney nodded in understanding. “It’s hard for him, Jason.”

Jason scowled. “He’s a grown man. If this is pissing him off, he needs to work towards rectifying it. He shouldn’t bitch and moan about how nothing’s going to change!”

“When did you guys…umm, see each other?”

Jason’s features softened as he turned to Delaney. “Locker room.”

“What was he doing there?”

“Kicking Tristan Carter’s pretty boy ass,” he answered.

“Uh-oh,” Delaney began. “What happened?”

“I don’t know. Those two have got some definite issues going on.” He took a seat next to Delaney. “Apparently, Carter had set Jacy up for embarrassment or something like that.” Jason scoffed. “I think Ryan was just venting. Bastard exaggerates more than anyone else I’ve ever met.” Delaney’s eyes had widened as she looked past Jason. He ignored her typical “girl” reaction to the news and continued. “Jacy’s a strong girl. I’m sure it wasn’t…a…big…Delaney, honey, is something wrong?”

“Hey Jason,” a familiar voice called despondently from the bathroom doorway. Jason turned around slowly.

It was Jacy.

****

“I want sex,” Ryan grunted as he entered Lani’s apartment.

She was in the middle of her pilates workout when she noticed his harried expression. Lani frowned as she paused the DVD. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m in a bad mood,” he grumbled.

What’s new? “I thought we didn’t have ‘sex,’” she inquired.

“Fine,” Ryan sighed. “Let’s make love.”

Lani had to suppress a laugh. “I’m sweaty and gross right now.”

“So?” he answered. “You’ll be sweaty and gross when I’m through with you anyway.”

Her jaw dropped. “You’re so crass.”

“So take off your top and punish me,” he joked. That earned a punch in the arm. He snickered before pulling her into his arms. He planted a sloppy kiss on her lips. “Let’s take a shower then.”

Two minutes later, the pair had hopped into a steaming shower. Ryan was lathering himself with soap when Lani turned around and handed him a soapy luffa.

“Scrub my back,” she requested.

He set the soap down before awkwardly running the sponge along Lani’s toned backside. “What the fuck is this thing anyway?” he asked, referring to the luffa.

“It helps create lather,” she explained.

“You girls are crazy,” Ryan complained. “All you need to keep clean is a bar of soap and a pair of hands.”

“Soap?” she asked, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “Then we’d smell like guys. Do you really want me to smell like Jason and Joe after they’ve showered…while we’re having sex?”

Ryan closed his eyes in disgust. “You’ve convinced me, all right?” Ryan squeezed more of Lani’s fruity shower gel onto the sponge than was necessary and began running it frantically along her entire body. Lani couldn’t help but laugh.

Within seconds, Ryan abandoned the luffa and began running his own hands over her smooth, wet body. He loved how Lani felt against his rough hands. Her skin felt simultaneously tight and soft. As his hands traveled around to her buttocks, he squeezed. Lani shrieked.

“Stop that!” she ordered, slapping his hand away.

“I love this ass,” he said, turning her around and pulling her more closely into his arms. As the fronts of their bodies collided, Lani felt Ryan’s erection press right against her inner thigh.

She gasped. “Already?”

“I’m a guy,” he explained nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. “My body gets a mind of its own when I’m around a beautiful woman.”

Lani laughed. Ryan’s hand traveled downwards, and he began rubbing her clit. Lani’s breathing quickened. As Ryan continued to pet her folds and rub her clit, Lani casually grabbed Ryan’s hard dick and urged it right to the head of her entrance. He sucked in a breath.

“Somebody’s getting handsy,” he teased in a deep, husky voice.

“I can let go if you want,” she taunted.

“You do, and you die,” he threatened jokingly.

Lani continued to stroke his cock, and when Ryan couldn’t take it anymore, he gripped Lani beneath her thighs and lifted her up, supporting her against the shower wall.

“Wrap those gorgeous legs around me,” he ordered in a husky voice.

Lani complied, and Ryan slowly pushed himself inside of her tight, moist opening. She moaned. Ryan pulled himself out, then thrust upwards again – this time a little more forcefully.

“Fuck!” he swore.

Ryan pulled back out and thrust upwards over and over again – each subsequent thrust growing harder and more powerful. Lani decided that she wanted to up the ante a little herself and began pushing against Ryan’s cock harder and harder each time. The impact of their collisions made their hearts beat faster and their climaxes that much more imminent.

“Ryan, I’m coming,” Lani moaned out.

“Me too, babe.”

Within seconds, Lani screamed out. Ryan allowed Lani to fully enjoy her orgasm before he pulled himself out of her and pumped his cock to release jets of his climax onto her bathed skin. The look on his face indicated to Lani that Ryan had some kind of perverse fascination watching his semen slide along her skin before it hit the shower stall floor and washed away.

Then again, it could’ve just been a guy thing.

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