Friends - Lovers, Virtues - Vices

Jake got dressed. Slowly putting on each article of clothing. Calming down, trying to wash away the pictures of what had just happened minutes ago under the shower.

Shane had broken their unspoken agreement. Sex was something which they only did in private, in their room, in a shared (and –locked-) hotel room, or somewhere else far away from campus. But not in the common showers! Not in a place anybody could just walk in, a place any of their mates could have a chance of realizing what was going on, of actually witnessing what was going on!

The thought made his hands go numb for a minute, his heart beat faster in a very queasy way. He was furious for a second, banging his fist against his locker, kicking it.

He had an image he had to take of! He had a position that was not allowed to be destroyed! People respected him and looked up to him. And he most definitely did not want these facts to be changed. No alteration or whatsoever. What had just been on Shane’s mind?!

He shook his head, blushing slightly as he thought about the red-haired’s dominant gaze, his hands gripping into his own hair, his liquid passing into his mouth…

This was definitely not right! He knew he should have stopped this long ago. But he did not possess the power to do so. Sometimes he did not want to admit it to himself, but he loved Shane.

There had never been any person beside Shane whom he might had desired, be it man or woman. Shane all along, nothing but the flaming red-hair and that confident smirk – especially when they were alone.

Jake was now grinning to himself, anger as if forgotten. But a look on his watch made him jump suddenly. He grabbed his bag and made a run for their room. He still needed to get the books out of his desk for next lesson and also to pick up a book from the library.

“Better hurry,” he murmured to himself as he climbed the stairs of the dorms.
Half an hour later, with all things done, he almost jumped into the lecture hall, one second before Mrs. Amber walked in, looking at him with a stern look from under her glasses.

He made his way up the aisle, saying hello to his class mates, nodding here, waving a hand there.

Shane was already seated, books and pens spread out over the table, grinning at Jake.

“You made it.” he whispered as his black-haired friend sat down next to him, starting to unpack his stuff.

“You know I’m never late.” he merely answered.

Shane chuckled.
“All right class, we will start with chapter 41, that is page…”, Mrs. Amber began her class.

Although it was morning, it was already too warm inside the class room. Jake was happy he had not put on his jeans, but short khaki trousers. This was so much more comforting, feeling the air around his exposed lower legs. He sighed slightly.

Suddenly Shane put a very small piece of paper onto his notebook stating “Thanks for the nice work, captain ;)” and when Jake looked at his desk mate, the latter just grinned at him displaying his teeth. Instantly Jake crumpled the little note, whispered a “Fuck you!” and focused on their teacher in front.

Shane chuckled again, but also focused on the lesson.
The black-haired captain didn’t want this to happen, but his mind still shifted back to the shower, to the way Shane had pushed him down onto the moist floor. Pictures of the poised organ of his lover made him blush, eyes going dreamy.

He hadn’t figured out yet what it was about Shane that got him aroused. As aroused as he was now, merely thinking of Shane’s naked body next to his, his breath on his skin, his hands gripping tightly onto his skin. The way Shane commanded their sex life… A shiver ran down his spine. It was futile to deny the pleasure he had just felt under the danger of being discovered... And yet it shocked him.

He was confused, fighting his desires. Fighting them with his highly estimated and well respected reason.

Even if he had enjoyed it, another situation like this just could NOT be repeated, he knew. Clenching his hands into fists.

Deep in his thoughts he didn’t even realize the hungry look in Shane’s eyes as the red-haired lowered his look, focusing on Jake’s crotch, staring at the visible hard-on under the table. Soundlessly he removed one of his sandals and swiftly made his toe touch Jake’s exposed and well trained shin under the cover of the wooden desk.

The black-haired twitched at the contact of skin against skin and his eyes met Shane’s gaze, Shane’s slight grin. Quickly the red-haired turned his head back, looking at the teacher in front again. Acting as if nothing was going on. Acting as if he was bored by this early-morning lecture. Although he was not at all…

Jake froze as the movement up and down his naked lower leg continued. Softly and ever so slowly. He stared at his pen at his desk, holding his breath. He felt the light red colour spreading across his face. Then Shane unobtrusively let his hand slide down Jake’s lower thigh, down to his knee, his fingers wandering the way back carefully, tracing the stitching of his lover’s trousers, stopping only at the hard organ, wandering down again. And again. And again.

Jake’s mind was blank. His stare was empty. All he could focus on were Shane’s foot and hand, so unashamedly touching him in the middle of the lesson. Thank God they were sitting in the farthest row… No one could see… Could they?

He wanted to make his hands grab Shane’s, make him stop straightaway. But he was lacking the strength. He was lacking the will. He was lacking the confidence. He shivered slightly as Shane increased the pressure of his touches.

“…Jake?!” the voice of strict Mrs. Amber suddenly startled him, making him look up, right into her spectacle-eyes.
“Now that I have your attention, could you please answer the question?”
The black-haired stared at her terrified. What fucking question? And why was Shane just not stopping his movements? This was making his mind twirl and twist.

“Mr. Hamington?” the teacher once more repeated in a surprised tone.
“Um… Um…,” Jake mumbled, taking in some air. “Could you please repeat the question?”

Some people had already turned around and were looking at him. He wasn’t surprised, usually he was always the one to answer any question. Usually…
Mrs. Amber cleared her throat. “Does Austen give any indication at the beginning of the novel that Willoughby’s character is different to the way he appears at the beginning of the novel?”

Jake tried to think, but Shane’s hands – now firmly placed on his crotch – made it impossible.

“Um.. I,” he stammered. “Um… I… Don’t know.”
Silence.

“OK,”, Mrs. Amber said, light confusion in her voice. “Emma, why don’t you tell us then?” she turned to a girl in front.

Jake’s eyes lowered onto his notebook at his table. Carefully he turned his head towards Shane. But his desk mate’s gaze was focused on the blackboard, eyes betraying nothing – while his hand and foot were still in motion.
Jake shivered. He was confused. He was horny. He was angry. He didn’t know what to do. Finally, the lesson ended.

The black-haired did not wait until they left the classroom, but grabbed his lover’s arm the moment they were moving towards the door.

“Ouch!” Shane hissed as Jake’s fingers dug frantically into his upper arm. “What’s wrong, Jake?” he asked, looking into the captain’s furious face.
But the young man didn’t say anything. He was pulling Shane after himself in a brutal manner through the deserted corridors at the very end of the building, finally shoving him outside onto the small place the bicycles stood. No one was around.

“What the FUCK have you been thinking, Shane?!” he instantly bawled.
The red-haired just looked at him.

“Don’t fucking act as if nothing happened!” Jake continued to shout. “Are you freaking insane?! Going down on me during a fucking lesson?!”
Shane smirked but then answered with a soft voice: “C’mon Jake, we were in the last row, the freakin’ only table back there. Why the hell do you think I picked it anyway?”

“You’re an asshole, Shane!” the black haired bellowed, then gritting his teeth and hissing out: “First the common shower, then the classroom. You –humiliated- me in front of the whole class. Have you got –any- idea how I feel?”

“Hey, calm down.” Shane tried to whisper soothingly. “The world is not going to shatter when you can’t answer one question in class, really.”

“YOU might be OK with sleeping in class and getting fucked up grades now and then but I am NOT! And did you fucking see the way they were looking at me, at US?!” Jake still hissed like a snake, almost trembling, trying to keep his voice under control.

“They weren’t looking at –US-!” Shane snapped.

“But they will be if you continued with your shit!” Jake shouted.

“Oh, NOW you call it shit, you asshole?” the red-haired shouted back.

“Don’t try to switch the topic!” the black-haired said sarcastically.

“I’m not switching the topic, you douchebag!” Shane retorted in the same manner.

“And stop calling me silly highschool names, Shane! You might regret it!”

“Oh, are you threatening me now, captain?” the green-eyed pronounced theatrically.

“You really are an idiot! Just think about what the fucking TEAM would say if they found out!” Jake screamed, his face red with anger, his hands formed into hands.

Shane wanted to reply something, already opening his mouth, but then he realized that Jake was shaking already, glaring at him like a beast.
He sighed loudly.

“Look, Jake…,” he started saying in a calm voice. “I’m sorry, OK? Can we just forget it?”

“No, we can NOT just –forget- it!” Jake hissed at him.

The red-haired sighed again.
“OK, look. I won’t do it again, OK?” he said soothingly, his captain looking at him tentatively. “I promise, OK?”

For some minutes they were just looking at each other. Eventually Jake nodded and answered, in a semi-calm voice: “OK. Fine. Let’s… just not talk about it anymore.”

Shane smiled at him and then, just as Jake was about to go back inside, he reached out for him, his hand slightly gripping onto the captain’s T-Shirt. The latter turned around and found himself looking into those beautiful big eyes and at the soft face with that stunning smile.

“I love you, Jake.” Shane whispered.

The black-haired sighed, feeling his heartbeat jump at the instant. Even if he would have liked to fight it, he couldn’t. He felt his own lips turn into a vague smile.

“Yeah…” he whispered back. “I’ll… see you later?”

“Sure.” Shane replied, still smiling.

- -

Niles was running down the almost desolate seeming corridors, his short light brown curls frantically shaking in the wind he was creating. His deep brown eyes were wide open, confusion and excitement marking his face.

He knew where Ryan, Bruce and Martin were hanging out right now. He needed to talk to his fellow team mates straightaway. Sneaky and curious as he was he had overheard a rather loud argument of the captain and vice captain.
He was angry as he had only been able to make out bits, little scraps and not connected words. Not coherent swearing and anger. Man, they HAD been screaming at each other. And it was something about the TEAM. Yes, he had heard that one –clearly-. Now he felt the urge to speak to someone! He had to!

He sprinted through the canteen and found the three sitting at the farthest table, drinking coke, laughing, discussing.

“Niles!” Bruce, the dark-haired swimmer shouted as he saw him approach quickly.

“Hey, what’s up, man?” Michael greeted him.

“Guys...,” Niles began. “I just witnessed a –really- ugly argument between Shane and Jake.”

“What?” said Ryan, tying his shoulder long blond hair into a ponytail, looking at Niles.

The latter sat down and checked whether no one was near them.

“Listen, I was walking through the corridor when I heard them. So I thought ‘ah, let’s got to them’. But the nearer I went, the more it was clear to me that they were fighting, calling each other asshole and shit like that,” he started telling them in a hushed voice, which made the other three basket ball players lean forward. “Now, I didn’t hear –all- of it, more like fragments. But I am absolutely sure they were arguing about the team. About us!”

Niles looked into the faces of his colleagues.

“Man, you sure?” Ryan then asked.

“Yes, and it –was- ugly.” Niles confirmed.

“Yeah, you already said that.” Bruce commented.

“Well,” Michael started. “I think they already started talking about the team this morning.”

The others looked at him with inquiring eyes.

“When Jake made Shane run more rounds later, when we were all finished. I mean, he ran –with- him. That was kinda strange, don’t you think?” Michael explained.

“True… true…” Bruce mused loudly.

“Maybe they are just thinking about a strategy?” Ryan remarked indifferently.
“Yeah, right!” Niles almost spat out. “We have seen them discussing strategies but I’m telling you, this was different.”

For some moments each of them was thinking on his own.

The Niles burst out: “Maybe they want somebody of us gone.”

Three couple of eyes met him.

“You sure?” Ryan asked, smirking slightly.

“Well… um… No…” Niles admitted.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t make such a fuss about it?” the blonde concluded, still smirking.

“How about we just keep an extra eye on them, just in case?” Bruce then asked.

“Yeah, maybe that’s a good idea. If it’s about the team they will sooner or later tell us, but we can be cautious.” Michael agreed.

“Yeah, yeah sure.” Niles added.

“Good, then how about we enjoy the rest of our lunch?” Ryan suggested.

- -

It was late.
Jake hadn’t checked his watch once during his stay at the library, locked in one of the little study rooms, all on his own, with all the paperwork.
Now it was almost ten and fatigue was getting at him.
He yawned. And then decided he had done enough for today, that it was time to leave, to get some sleep, to…
Shane’s words echoed through his mind
‘I’m not done with you yet…’

With his lover’s voice in his mind he made his way through campus.
On his way he saw Michael talking to a blushing Nicky. He waved quickly and then got the hell out of their way, grinning to himself. Surfer boy and his girlfriends… That was one hell of a story. Or stories.

It was getting darker slowly, the horizon being painted with slight pink and orange. Swiftly he got out his key and opened the door to their little world.
Shane was sitting at his desk at the far right of the room, right beneath the window. The blind had been pulled down already. A small lamp on Shane’s desk and the light of his laptop were the only illumination of the room.
“Hey, I’m back. Sorry it got kinda late.” Jake said, as he put down his bag onto his bed on the left side of the room.

“Hey, babe.” his red-haired lover replied without turning around. “Did you get a lot of things done?”

“Yeah, plenty. It was really worth it.” the captain replied and took a sip of water out of the bottle next to his bed.

“Ah, very good.” Shane then mused adding a: “And now get naked.”

Jake swallowed the warm liquid, looking at the back of his room mate who turned around seconds later, looking at him with that strict gaze.

“Jake?” he asked sternly.

“Y-yeah?” the addressed replied, feeling his knees go slightly weaker upon the tentative look his lover was shooting at him.

“I said get naked.” his room mate explained. “And I meant now!”

Without any further remark Jake instinctively got rid of his T-Shirt, sliding out of his khaki trousers seconds later, letting them drop to the floor, after a short while standing fully naked beside his bed.

Once more Shane was devouring him with his eyes, scanning each part of his exposed body, wandering up and down with his eyes, smirking slightly, making Jake’s will weaker with each moment. Making him horny.

His arousal was becoming visible.
Suddenly Shane rose to his feet, closing the laptop, whispering a “come here”. As the distance between them was closed, Shane’s hands slid around Jake’s waist, pulling the later closer, pressing his lover’s naked body against his own, locking their lips together.

The red-haired’s tongue flipped over Jake’s lips, sucking at them slightly, demanding entrance almost straightaway. As always, it was granted.
Their tongues slid over one another, Shane clearly dominating the pointless moist battle, while Jake’s hands dug into his upper arms.

As they broke the kiss Shane’s hands wandered to Jake’s shoulders and turned him around in an instant, pushing him towards the end of his bed, making him kneel in front of it.

“Stay here…,” he whispered and went over to the nightstand, opening a drawer, getting out several things. Jake raised his head as his lover was returning. He could see the silver handcuffs blinking shortly in the only lamp’s light.

Then Shane was right behind him, grabbing his wrist and pulling them up as high as the bed frame went, making Jake squirm suddenly in this slightly uncomfortable position. But it was too late. Shane was already binding him to the frame with the handcuffs. Two clicks and it was done.

Jake felt his lover’s breath on his neck. Shane licked at his ear, slightly biting into the earlobe. And then he put a dark cotton cloth over his eyes, tying it together at the back of his head, making everything go dark for captain.

Shane was now kneeling right behind him, his clothed chest pressed against the bare back of Jake, his hands wandering over his belly, diving shortly into his naval, brushing his pubic hair, then wandering higher, pinching his nipples, making him gasp.

Once again the red-haired was licking his lover’s neck, biting into it harshly, while he twisted and turned Jake’s nipples hard, eliciting nice moans.

Then one of his hands without any warning grabbed onto Jake’s stiff manhood, starting to pump it wildly, making the black-haired jerk his head back.
The other hand started to examine his whole body, wandering over any exposed body part. Jake moaned at the friction, made more intense by not seeing anything, by being able only to concentrate onto Shane’s hands, on Shane’s body pressed against him.

His lover was now rubbing his slit, spreading the precum and then jerking him wildly again.
“Shane…,” Jake moaned.

As if it had been a sign, Shane stopped all action at once and rose to his feet.
Jake listened, asking himself what would come next.

And then he heard his lover take a few steps back, he heard his chair squeal slightly and the laptop screen being popped up again. Then typing.

‘What?!’ Jake thought, his erection twitching desperately. But Shane didn’t seem to be making any attempt to come back. In fact, Jake was sure he was hearing him eat an apple.

Jake was breathing in and out. In and out.
Shane was still typing.
‘Come back…’ the black-haired thought, in need for release.

After a few more unbearably minutes, he gently moaned: “Shane…”
Instantly the addressed turned around in his chair, throwing a pen at his lover, hissing: “Will you shut up, I’m writing an important email here!”, turning back to his work.

After what seemed eternity to Jake, he heard his room mate shut his laptop down and turn back to him. He could feel eyes resting on his naked skin. Then he heard him undress, the pieces of clothing being thrown over his head onto the bed.

Shane got down on his knees, hands caressing Jake’s back, massaging his shoulders a little bit. Then they left his body again.
“Shane, please…,” Jake hissed quietly.

“You are so greedy…” Shane whispered back and coating his fingers with strawberry-scented lube.

“Hmm, so fruity.” he laughed, while pressing his fingers against the tight bundle of muscles, starting to stroke them. Then he inserted one finger, which was easily swallowed by Jake’s hole.

“Man, you must be really horny now…” the red-haired whispered as he inserted the second digit shortly afterwards, little gasps escaping Jake’s mouth.
Shane smirked.

And then removed his fingers, reaching for the anal dildo he had just recently purchased, coating it also with a lot of the fruity lotion.
His smirk did not vanish as he was slowly inserting it into his lover’s butt, pushing in centimetre after centimetre.

Jake was holding his breath and as the object was fully inside of him, he let out a long groan. Shane didn’t give him any time to adjust but started pushing the object in and out of him, turning and twisting the sex toy inside of him, ramming against the inside walls, against his special point.
Saliva was already running down Jake’s chin, his thoughts complete incoherent, his cock twitching even more.

He was coming closer.
Then the object left him and he felt Shane frantically remove the handcuffs from the frame. He almost sacked back onto the floor, but his lover roughly pulled him onto his weak legs by the cold silver metal that was cutting into his flesh, shoving him towards the desk.

He could hear Shane push his laptop to the side, he could hear stacks of paper falling onto the floor and then he was pushed brutally with his chest and face onto the desk, Shane swiftly cuffing him to the heating pipe located right behind the desk.

And without any further preparation he pushed his dry cock into Jake, who screamed slightly at the impact. It only hurt him slightly. His inside was already wet and slick enough.

Shane started fucking him hard, his chest rubbing against the wooden desk, his hands trying to grab onto the pipes. While pumping into him viciously, the red-haired grabbed his hair and pushed his face against the wood even more, making him afraid of splinters pricking his face.

Shane groaned and changed his angle of thrust, ramming straight onto Jake’s prostate, making the latter hiss and scream and shout his name as the steady and wild rhythm was continued.

Jake neared completion.

His body convulsed as he shot his semen onto the wood below his own body which was still being penetrated mercilessly by his lover. Shane thrust into him for several more minutes and then came deep inside of him with a loud groan, collapsing onto him, pushing his body even more against the desk.
They breathed low, Shane’s hands still entangled in Jake’s dark hair.
He pulled it back, his lips over the black-haired’s ear, whispering menacingly:

“Next time I suck at training don’t make me run even more, got it?!”

“…u…uhu…,” Jake breathed out.