Love, Hypothetically[Theta Alpha Gamma 02 ] Read Online Free

are.” His hand slid around Paul’s hip and his finger tentatively traced Paul’s crack. “I’ve been thinking about it all the time, even when I’m with Cherry. I have everything we need in my locker, just—”
Paul shoved Trevor off him. “What?”
Trevor blinked at him, water running off his forehead into his eyes. He stepped to the side, out of the spray. “What what?”
Paul tried to get his breathing under control. “Did you just tell me you think about me when you’re with that cheerleader?”
“Shit. Yeah, I guess I said that, huh? I didn’t mean it the way it . . . uh . . .” Trevor ran his hand through his hair.
“When you’re fucking that slut?”
“She’s not a slut,” Trevor said tiredly.
“You’re right, she’s not. She’s your beard. Do you think about me because you can’t get it up with her otherwise?”
Trevor turned bright red and groaned under his breath. “Dude, you’re killing the mood here.”
“No, you killed the mood when you said you think about me when you fuck her.” Paul said it flippantly, but dammitall, it hurt enough that Trevor actually slept with her. Oh, Paul’d known, but he sure as fuck didn’t like it. And to know on top of it the whole time Trevor would rather be with him anyway? “When you said you fantasized about doing it in the shower, by it you meant anal, didn’t you?”
Trevor looked at him warily. “Yeah,” he agreed. “What did you think I meant?”
“I thought you wanted a blowjob in the shower.”
“That’d be cool, too—”
“And you would blow me, also.”
Trevor froze. He paled slightly and shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “Blowjobs are so gay.”
There were a myriad of possible responses to that, but Paul went with, “Blowing me makes you uncomfortable, but you’ll fuck Cherry.”
“I have to fuck her, Paul! If I didn’t, people might think I’m not . . . you know.”
“Straight? You aren’t straight.”
“I’m bi-curious,” he insisted like always.
Paul arched a brow. “So, you’re just using me to assuage your curiosity?”
“No!” Trevor snapped. “I like you, you know? I know you know, I told you enough times. If I didn’t like you, you think I’d be screwing around with a guy?”
Paul snorted. “Yeah. I do. You’re gay, Trev. You can fuck that bitch and make fun of the homos along with your teammates all you want, but you and I both know you’ve got a boner for penis. You’re just scared to tell anyone bec—”
“Of course I’m scared,” Trevor said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “You think I can play in the major leagues someday if I’m into guys? Not happening.”
“It’s that important to you to play baseball?”
Trevor stared at him for a long moment, like he pitied Paul for being so dense. “Yes,” he answered quietly.
Paul understood what was going on. They’d been over this ground before, and he couldn’t win this battle. So he punted—or whatever the hell they called it. He’d take what he could get. If he played this right, victory—in the form of Trevor’s mouth on his dick—was within reach.
Trevor watched him think it through, and he seemed to sense Paul had become amenable again. He smiled his sexy smile, with the teeth and the dimple.
I bet Cherry spreads her legs eagerly when he smiles like that.
He had to stop doing this to himself. So when Trevor reached out a hand for him, Paul stepped forward, back into his arms.
“You think I’m going to suck your dick, huh?” Trevor asked him between kisses, smoothing his hands up and down Paul’s back. He pressed hard against Paul’s obliques, stroking the sensitive skin under his arm.
“Yeah,” Paul said into Trevor’s open mouth. “I think you’re going to get on your knees and blow me.” He pressed his mouth to Trevor’s, sucking his tongue in and stroking it suggestively, pressing his hard cock against Trevor’s thigh.
Trevor pulled away, then licked up