The Big Game

Inspired by http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/253085/.

Shane and Felix raced to the bleachers, leaping up the shining metal strips. Felix beat Shane. Of the two, he was taller and skinnier, pure-bred American white-boy. Shane was a coffee brown color, complemented by darker brown eyes, and very short black hair. He used to have dreadlocks, but he had shaved them off for a bet. He liked to test his odds, and today was no different. He turned to Felix, who already was watching the field.

"Hey Felix, I'll make a bet with you." Felix eyed Shane warily. Sometimes Shane's bets didn't turn out so well.

"What kind of bet?" He asked cautiously.

"If my team wins, you have to come under the bleachers for me after the game."

"Okay, and what do I get if my team wins?"

"Anything you want." Shane replied.

"Um... You can do my laundry for a month!" Felix laughed. He hated doing laundry, and he knew Shane hated it too. It would make his team's victory all the sweeter. He enjoyed Shane's company a lot, but sometimes the guy just needed to take a fall. Sometimes, he was just too lucky.

"You're on!" Shane grinned. They shook hands to seal the deal, and the game began. Shane and Felix cheered as hard as they had ever cheered, each looking forward to victory in the end.

By half-time, it was apparent that Felix was going to lose. His team was down 21 points, and their best player had been injured early on. Felix sighed and plopped down in his seat as Shane jumped up and screamed. Finally, the referee blew the whistle; the game was over. Shane had won.

Shane let the bleachers empty before he and Felix clambered down the tin steps. Shane picked his way through the trash, moving in farther and deeper beneath the endless metal slats.

"So what are we doing down here anyway?" Felix asked. Shane turned to face him, grinning.

"It should be obvious by now..." And he closed the gap between them, capturing Felix's mouth in a tongue and teeth passionate kiss. He slid his tongue in Felix's mouth, making him gasp. He continued kissing Felix, not letting him get a word in edgewise. Shane ran his hands up Felix's shirt, exploring his toned body. He tweaked his nipples, flicking and brushing his thumbs across them, rubbing in circles. He pushed Felix's shirt up his torso, and kneeled on the ground. He twisted his hat backwards and kissed a line down Felix's stomach. Felix gasped and arched his back.

"W-what are you doing?" Felix groaned.

"Isn't it apparent? I told you I wanted you to COME for me underneath the bleachers." Shane laughed to himself. "I wanna taste you, I wanna hear you scream." He tore open Felix's jeans and plunged his cock into his mouth, taking it all in at once. Felix threw back his head and groaned throatily. Shane loved that Felix reacted so much to his touch. He braced his hands on Felix's hips and licked a warm wet line down his shaft, curling his tongue over the head, already slippery with pre-cum. He drew back, lightly scraping his teeth on the underside of Felix's cock. Felix gripped the chain link fence so hard his knuckles turned white. He threw back his head and moaned. Then Shane took all of Felix into his mouth, deep throating him, and swallowed. Felix fell to pieces. He gasped as the familiar tingle shot down his spine and emptied his load into Shane's mouth, who drank it all down. Shane released Felix, who slid to the ground and sat there for a moment, dazed.

Finally Felix stood and tucked himself back into his jeans. A blush crept up his cheeks. Shane smirked.

"See you at the next game then." He said. Then left before Felix could reply.