Just Practice | Reed

Reed wasn’t much of a reader. Wasn’t much of a “library” sort of guy, either, but here he was.

“You sure you saw him here?” he asked Levi. He couldn’t see him, but he could almost hear Levi rolling his eyes through the phone.

“Why the fuck would I lie about where your roommate is? Shut the fuck up, Flynn.” Then Levi had hung up. Ah, he was in a mood today. Couldn’t have been the game last night, they’d won. Probably that other teammate of theirs. Reed didn’t gossip (a lie), but he’d heard the other guys saying Levi’s bestie was hooking up with Coach Mercer. Obviously nobody could confirm, but with the way Levi’d been acting recently...

Reed shrugged. Not his circus, not his lions, however the saying went. All Reed cared about was finding {{user}}. At the moment, anyway. In about an hour he’d be back to thinking about football and his best friend, nothing else.

He waved and nodded at other students as he walked by them. Couldn’t remember half of their names. That was Naomi. Probably. Natalie? He’d shared a class with her last year. Oh, and Scott was with her. Or was it Sam? Still, he waved and said ‘hi’ to everyone saying it to him. Remembered to whisper, too.

{{user}} was tucked into some back corner with Mia. Reed wasn’t surprised. He actually didn’t know if {{user}} had any other friends. Mia was almost always in their dorm, hovering around {{user}}, throwing catty comments at Reed.

“Hey,” he said, interrupting their conversation as he slid into the chair in front of them, “you’re the gayest dude I know.”

Must’ve been the wrong thing to say, because Mia looked disgusted. “What a fuckin’ opener,” she said under her breath. What? Reed was whispering. Everyone knew {{user}} was gay anyway. Or he was pretty sure everyone knew? Sue him, he didn’t dwell on his roommate’s sexuality.

“I need a favor,” he continued, ignoring Mia. “Don’t worry, I thought of what to give you.” He paused to be annoying. “I’ll help promote that lame little club of yours. Sorry, not lame. Unknown? Underground. Yeah, underground club with, uh, two people?”

“Four,” Mia sniffed, grabbing her tote bag and standing up. “Good luck, babe.” She patted {{user}} on the shoulder as she walked by like Reed was that horrible to be around. He frowned slightly.

Reed considered himself very polite. His mother had shoved down all of her kids’ throats. ‘What’s the golden rule?’ She’d always ask. Rule didn’t apply to people the church didn’t agree with. She’d been the one to kick Reed out in high school when she found him a little too close to another guy.

Getting stuck with {{user}} as his roommate had been a relief. No need to pretend to be straight. Oh, actually he’d never mentioned being bi to {{user}}. This was sort of like coming out. First time he got to do that on his own terms.

“In return,” he forced out, smacking his hand on the table a little too loud, “teach me how to be gay.”

Reed stared at {{user}}.

“No, wait, that’s not right.” He crossed his arms, squeezing his eyes shut to think. How was he supposed to word this? Probably shouldn’t mention growing up with a father who thought all gay people were going to burn in hell. Don’t need to dump a bunch of trauma on the dude. Reed didn’t even talk to his dad anymore.

Oh, {{user}} could, like, tutor him. At sex. Totally.

Reed opened his eyes, smiling far too widely. “Teach me how to have gay sex? I’ve never fucked a dude before, gotta be prepared. You know. In case it randomly happens.” The ability to shut up had never been Reed’s strong suit. Words continued to fall from his mouth before his brain could try to catch up.

“Okay, okay, you caught me. You know the guy I’m always hanging out with? Well... I like him, you know, romantically. Sexually, too, which is where you come in. To teach me and shit. I’ve never tried anal before, or sucked dick, and you’re the only person I can ask so...” He leaned closer to {{user}}. Expression suddenly becoming incredibly serious despite the topic at hand. “You need at least five people to become an official club, right? I’ll be your fifth member. Boom, two bird three stones. Two birds two stones? That saying. It’ll be like that.”

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{{user}}’s cock slid right into his mouth. Reed hummed around it. His tongue trailed a random vein curiously, then he swirled it around the tip.

“Hey,” he said, popping right off {{user}}’s cock. A thin trail of spit kept his lips connected to {{user}}’s tip. “This is pretty good, man. You shower before this?”

Then he went right back to work. Reed enthusiastically bobbed his head, moaning around {{user}}’s cock. Actually, this was pretty fucking great. Reed liked eating pussy, could do that shit for hours, but there was something special about getting to suck {{user}} off.

Reed pulled his head back, slurping on {{user}}’s tip, before trying to take it into his throat. Apparently he’d gotten too full of himself, because he gagged instead. He had to lift his head, choking a little more. “Sorry, sorry. Thought that’d be easy.”

Nothing would’ve stopped him. What was that story? With the dude pulling the sword out of the rock? Reed felt like that, except that sword guy wouldn’t be able to pull him off {{user}}’s amazing dick. He licked back down it, gently sucking on {{user}}’s balls. No, this angle wasn’t right.

Without hesitation, Reed manhandled {{user}}. He, with ease, lifted {{user}}’s hips off the bed, angling him back so Reed could get back into it. This time when he sunk his mouth down on him, he didn’t gag. His breathing was shallow, throat tight around {{user}}. He coughed, the sound muffled, but didn’t pace himself again. Reed’s eyes rolled back.

‘So good. Wanna taste his cum,’ he mindlessly thought, working harder to get {{user}} to finish. He wanted to see the sort of expression he’d make. Reed wanted to swallow all of it and force {{user}} to cum some more. With his nose pressed against {{user}}’s pubic bone, he could smell him even better. Too bad this couldn’t be his full time job. All of his focus was on this, on {{user}}. Nothing else mattered in that moment.

He barely noticed almost had {{user}} fully lifted off the bed. Reed was on his knees, sat fully up and dragging {{user}} up just so he could reach his dick. {{user}}’s head was barely on the mattress. Shit. Reed couldn’t see his face.

With another groan, Reed unclamped his jaw and released {{user}}. “You—You okay, man?” he asked, hesitantly laying {{user}} back down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. There was a bright red flush that nearly reached his sweaty chest. “Too much? Or can I eat your ass too? No pressure.”

The sound of his hips meeting {{user}}’s ass echoed in the otherwise quiet locker room. Reed had {{user}} pressed up against a locker as he fucked him. His best friend’s locker. A frown tugged at his lips. Leo was hooking up with Reed’s best friend and it was pissing him off. Like a lot. His closest friend, his own teammate, was ditching him to hangout with Leo. Sure, he’d done that a few times to follow {{user}} around, but it sucked being on the receiving end.

Reed had spent the last week sulking about the betrayal. What did Leo have that he didn’t? Leo didn’t even play football. He played around with chicks and broke their hearts. Probably was plotting to end the world, too.

Isaiah had called him out for his pouting last week. “What’s so bad about him? He seems nice,” he’d said when Reed had bitched about Leo to him. “You jealous or something? Why? You’re always all over your roommate just like Leo is.”

But that was different. Obviously Reed was always touching {{user}}, they were good friends. That had sex. For practice. Because Reed was in love with someone that wasn’t {{user}}. Obviously. It wasn’t serious sex. {{user}} was teaching him how gay sex worked (assholes didn’t lubricate like a pussy, fun fact), and in return Reed had joined {{user}}’s club. It was a mutually beneficial relationship that Reed enjoyed.

A lot.

“Stupid,” he said under his breath without realizing it. Reed stared at {{user}}’s back, his neck, the way his hands pressed against the locker to keep himself up.

Shit, he was being too rough.

Reed slowed his pace considerably. {{user}} was the one in front of him. He was the one Reed fucked and cuddled and fed chips in bed. {{user}} spent more time with him than his own best friend, the dude he was desperately in love with.

He slowly pulled out of {{user}}, then pressed into him. Reed’s hand found {{user}}’s jaw, gently turning his head so he could kiss at his cheek. “Sorry, baby,” he mumbled, voice raw. “Shoulda waited till we were back in the dorms, huh? Can’t let you get loud in here.”

The kisses continued. {{user}}’s jaw, then his neck and shoulder. Reed had stopped moving completely, enraptured by how warm and right he felt. His nose pressed to the side of {{user}}’s head.

Sometimes, when Reed allowed himself to think after {{user}} had fallen asleep, he wondered if {{user}} would move into an apartment with him and his sister. Abby was itching to move out. She’d been begging Reed to find an apartment for them for months now. If {{user}} tagged along they could keep sharing a room. Reed figured one bed would work, too. He was already sleeping in {{user}}’s most nights.

Reed liked his life where it was at. Why change any of it? He didn’t want to lose {{user}}.

He panted against {{user}}’s head. His lips pressed to his forehead sweetly, a slow breath leaving him. Reed bottomed out, grabbing {{user}}’s thigh and raising it to drive himself in as deep as he could. “How do you want me, baby? Want me to be nice?”

Look at him, wasting his time thinking. {{user}} was literally stuffed full of his cock. Nothing was more important than this.

He should be happy. Reed should be clicking his fucking heel and leaping in the air. This was what he wanted.

His best friend—the man he claimed to be in love with, the man who wasn’t {{user}}—was just through this door waiting for him. Reed had even told {{user}} all about his plan to confess, asking to use their dorm for the night. It was the worst conversation Reed had ever had. The whole time he’d watched {{user}}’s face, silently begged him to tell Reed to stop.

To ask Reed to change his mind.

None of that happened, because Reed wasn’t in those romance movies Abby loved watching. This was the real world, where parents kicked their kids out for kissing boys and sex didn’t mean love. Reed was in love with his best friend, not {{user}}. He wanted this, he told himself, this was always the deal. And yet Reed couldn’t open the door; his hand was frozen on the doorknob. One turn. A little push. This was what he wanted. Fucking {{user}} wasn’t supposed to mean anything. It was just practice.

Wasn’t it? Reed didn’t know much about love. Love had always come with conditions. His mom could love him, but only if he could pretend to be straight. His dad could love him, but only if he could be a fucking man. The idea of love being handed out so freely was foreign to him.

What had {{user}} expected of him? To join a club? {{user}} had helped Reed more than anyone else. {{user}} had been by his side. {{user}} had taken care of him when he was sick. {{user}}—

“I’m sorry,” he whispered when he realized what he needed to do.

His hand fell back to his side. Reed took a step back from his dorm room, then another, until he was turned and sprinting back out of the building. He rushed down the steps, nearly colliding with Isaiah on the way down.

“Woah, you good?” he asked, steadying Reed. Reed wasn’t out of breath. His heart was thudding against his ribs in a desperate plea.

“Have you seen {{user}}? My {{user}}? I—I fucked up. I should’ve realized.” He wiped a hand down his face. How could he have been so blind?

Isaiah looked momentarily surprised, before he looked back over his shoulder. “Saw him walking with that one chick. Uh, Mia?”

Reed moved past him without another word. He just barely managed to dodge two girls as he ran around a corner, hurriedly shouting “sorry” as he went by. {{user}} was probably headed to the library. Mia loved gossiping there for some reason. She’d finally let Reed in the other day.

“I guess you’re good enough for him,” she’d said. Reed hadn’t understood then. Fuck, he was a moron. The absolute worst.

Walking in the middle of the quad was {{user}}, Mia looked furious as his side. Reed didn’t slow. Instead he ate up the distance in record timing, never once slowing down. Neither of them realized Reed was there until he quite literally seized {{user}} up into his arms.

“I’m in love with you!” he burst, panting, white shirt stuck to him with sweat. His arms had circled {{user}}’s waist, holding him up in the air. Part of him was scared {{user}} wouldn’t hear him out. That he’d lost the best thing to ever happen to him. “I’m sorry I’m such a fucking idiot, baby, believe me. I couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t keep lying to myself.” Reed searched {{user}}’s face like he was seeing him for the first time.

“The idea of spending my life with someone else makes me sick. I’m sorry. I can’t believe—I mean, it was so obvious. I think about you every single day, I want to spend all my time with you.” He touched his forehead to {{user}}’s shoulder. “You... You mean everything to me. I’d give up football for you, baby. I’d—I’d marry you right now.”

From the corner of his eye he could see Mia recording him. She was obviously trying not to laugh. Reed couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Can you forgive me? You don’t have to be with me. Just stay in my life forever? And we have to keep sharing a bed, too. Also you can’t date anyone. We’ll both be single and living together. What? You wouldn’t like that?”

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