FIC: The Football Fantasy
A Luke/Reid fic in which Luke attempts to fulfill one of Reid's fantasies. (As the World Turns, NC-17)
Title: The Football Fantasy
Author: sleeper6
Characters: Luke/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2412
Summary: Luke fulfills one of Reid's fantasies.
Disclaimer: All belongs to As the World Turns, not me.
Author's notes: Sequel to Luke and Reid's New Year's Resolutions but can read as a stand-alone fic. No sports, just fluff and my attempt at smut.
“Reid, hey, are you busy?”
Reid Oliver, his phone cradled between his ear and shoulder, wiped his mouth on a napkin and threw it in the trashcan on his way to the sink to wash a plate. “No, I just finished dinner.”
“What’d you eat?” Luke Snyder asked casually on the other end of the line.
“Pizza,” answered Reid as he put the plate in one of the cupboards and dried his hands on his pants.
Luke groaned. “I thought you weren’t eating that ever again.” He and Reid had overstuffed themselves with pizza a few days before and resolved to never eat it again; Luke still couldn’t even hear the word pizza, much less look at one, without remembering how sick he’d felt that night.
Reid plopped down on the couch and, glancing behind him to make sure his roommate, Katie Snyder, wasn’t looking, put his feet up on the coffee table. “Oops, two days into the new year and I’m already breaking our rules.”
“It’s not a rule, Reid, it’s a resolution. It was,” Luke said.
“So what’s up?”
Luke paused before asking, “Do you want to go for a drive?”
“A drive to where?”
“Um, just around.”
“Around where?” Reid asked, rubbing his forehead. He loved Luke, but he wasn’t fond of Luke’s very slow ascent to the point of some of their conversations.
“Around, Reid, just around.” He sighed. “We’ll get ice cream or something.”
“You buying?”
Luke laughed. “Sure.”
Reid smiled. “Come pick me up, then.”
Twenty minutes later, Reid, watching a crime drama where he’d figured out the killer’s identity before the first commercial break, answered his phone.
“I’m waiting outside, Reid,” Luke whispered.
“You mean you’re not coming to the door?” Reid asked in a mock hurt voice.
“Reid, come on, just-I can’t go in,” Luke replied in the same low tone.
“What?” asked a puzzled Reid.
Luke hung up.
Reid grabbed his wallet from the table and looked over at Katie’s closed door. “Katie, I’m leaving!” he hollered.
He heard Katie respond, sort of.
Reid zippered his leather jacket and walked to Luke’s car. He opened the passenger door and stepped in. “Luke, what’s going on?”
Luke remained quiet.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the car, Reid noticed Luke’s jacket. The letterman jacket.
Reid laughed and reached out to touch it. “What’s this?”
Luke opened the jacket slightly to reveal his basketball jersey. Another of their New Year’s resolutions had been to fulfill each other’s sexual fantasies, one that Reid had willingly shared: to do it while Luke wore his basketball uniform, a fantasy stemming from Reid’s high school crush on a very handsome but also very straight football player.
“Wow, two days into the new year and you’re already following my rules.”
“Resolutions, Reid!”
“Whatever. I like this.” He touched Luke’s jersey. “I like this a lot.”
“Yeah?”
Reid nodded and leaned over the armrest between the seats to kiss Luke but missed when Luke turned his head to his right.
“Get in the backseat,” Luke ordered, his eyes twinkling in the darkness.
“Yeah, I don’t want to have sex in the car.”
“Let’s just make out, then,” Luke prodded. “You know, like we did in high school,” he said amusingly.
Reid narrowed his eyes at him.
“Oh, you never did?” Luke asked, shaking his head. “Pity.”
“Neither did you,” Reid shot back, daring Luke to say more.
Luke huffed.
“I would definitely get in the backseat if you’d been a football player.” Reid fingered the jacket’s collar. “Too bad you only play basketball. Pity.”
“Whatever.” Luke tapped the steering wheel. “I’d take you to my house but my parents are home.”
“I know you’re role-playing but your parents really are home, aren’t they?” Reid asked, grinning.
Luke blushed. “Yes.”
“Let’s go back inside, then,” Reid said, grasping the door handle.
“Are your parents home?” asked Luke, sliding a hand up and down Reid’s shoulder.
“Only my nosy sister but she won’t bother us; she’s always on the phone talking to her boyfriend,” Reid explained, opening the door.
Reid led Luke into the living room and almost made it to the bedroom when Katie, followed by Chris Hughes, walked out of her room.
“Reid, hey. Hi, Luke. We’re going to watch a movie; do you two want to-” She stopped upon seeing Luke’s outfit. She glanced back and forth at Luke and Reid with her mouth open. Reid and Luke stared back, waiting to see what she’d say.
Chris cleared his throat. “Katie, come on, I think these two guys will be having their own night in.” He looked at Reid with a very amused smile on his face. He then looked at Luke and winked. “Nice.”
“Oh, right. We’ll be watching the movie. In there,” she said, pointing to her bedroom as she stared at Luke in his uniform.
“Have fun, boys,” said Chris as he placed his hands on Katie’s shoulders and led her away. “Katie, were you ever a cheerleader?”
Reid and Luke looked at each other and laughed before entering Reid’s bedroom.
Reid closed the door behind them and removed his jacket. He nodded toward the door. “That’s my sister and her moron boyfriend,” Reid joked.
“Really? You two look nothing alike,” Luke joked back.
“I know, right? It’s like we were born from two completely different sets of parents.”
Luke laughed, jamming his hands in the jacket’s pockets. “So, Oliver, you bring many boys here?”
“I had the whole baseball team come by last week,” Reid bragged.
“For what, tutoring?”
“Uh, yeah, actually.”
Luke giggled. “Aww, Reid, did you really do that in school?”
Reid nodded. “Only if they paid me.”
“You really were a nerd, huh?”
Reid glared at Luke. “Shut up.” He held up a hand. “Hold on.” He walked over to the dresser. “If this is going to be realistically done, then I must have this.”
Luke sat on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed. “You’re not going to get your chess set, are you?”
“Luke.”
“Or a microscope?”
“Very funny.” Reid turned around, a pair of glasses on his face.
Luke was surprised. “I didn’t know you wore glasses in school. You didn’t have them on in your yearbook picture.”
“When did you see my yearbook photo?” Reid asked curiously as he walked closer to Luke.
Luke avoided Reid’s eyes. “I didn’t,” he replied unconvincingly.
Reid laughed. “Is there anything Lucinda Walsh can’t find out?”
Luke smirked and pointed to Reid’s shirt. “Aren’t you missing your pocket protector?”
“Shut it, Snyder.”
“So, what’s my name supposed to be?”
“Huh?”
Luke sat back on the bed, his palms resting flat on the bedspread. “If I’m going to completely fulfill this fantasy for you, I need to know what the hot player’s name was.”
Reid smiled. “Just be Luke, the hot jock and I’ll be me, of course, Reid, the hot nerd.”
“I bet you were,” Luke whispered flirtatiously. “And you still are.”
“I’m amazed that you can still fit into that,” Reid said, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of his twenty-three-year-old boyfriend clad in the sleeveless basketball jersey and shorts he’d last worn as a seventeen-year-old senior.
“Barely,” Luke said, spreading his legs so Reid could see the tight bulge in his shorts. He stared at Reid, his tongue darting out to lick his top lip.
“I feel like I’m in a porno,” Reid laughed, adjusting his glasses and grinning wickedly at Luke.
Luke winked. “Not yet.”
Reid walked over to the bed and stood in between Luke’s legs, one of his hands snaking through Luke’s hair and gently massaging his head. “You played a great game last night, Snyder,” he said, getting into character.
Luke held Reid’s hips as his chin nuzzled Reid’s stomach through his shirt. He quietly moaned as Reid’s fingers worked on his scalp. “You watched it?”
“I never miss one of your games,” Reid whispered hoarsely as Luke lifted Reid’s shirt up slightly to place open-mouth kisses around his belly button. “You deserve a reward for winning.”
Luke stopped kissing and looked up at Reid. “What do I get?”
Reid looked down at Luke and cupped his face in his hands. “Me,” he whispered.
Luke exhaled deeply and quickly unbuttoned Reid’s pants, unzipped them and pushed them down. Luke fondled Reid through his boxers before forcing them off him too. He then stood and motioned for Reid to raise his arms so Luke could remove his shirt. Luke breathed intensely through his gaping mouth as a completely naked Reid stood before him.
“Damn, Oliver, I always thought you were so hot,” Luke proclaimed.
“Oh, yeah, did you think that when you were taunting me in the locker room or trying to cheat off me in Biology?”
Luke touched Reid’s chest. “It must’ve been when you came to see me at every game.”
“Like you noticed. The cheerleaders were always blocking my view,” Reid said snidely.
“I did see you there, Oliver. You were my lucky charm. Every time you were near, I never missed a free throw,” Luke said, pulling Reid to him. “I always made the three-pointers.”
Reid rolled his eyes.
Luke kissed him. “I even dunked.”
Reid kissed back.
“So I owe you now for helping me become such a star player,” Luke said, smiling against Reid’s lips before turning them both around so he could push Reid onto the bed. Luke looked down at his boyfriend and was about to remove to his jacket when Reid stopped him.
“Leave the jacket on.”
Luke smiled and fell on top of Reid, kissing his lips, chin, neck, chest, and stomach, as Reid moaned and held onto Luke’s jacket. Luke touched Reid’s cock. “What do you want, Oliver?”
Reid swallowed audibly. “Anything, Snyder. Everything,” he murmured.
Luke moved off Reid, removed his shorts, and got the condom from the bottom drawer of Reid’s nightstand. He put it on and slicked himself before returning to his boyfriend. Before Reid could say anything, Luke grabbed Reid’s legs and flipped him onto his stomach. He fell on top of him and pushed Reid’s legs apart with his feet while his mouth attacked Reid’s shoulder and back.
“Yes, yes,” Reid cried out.
Luke held Reid’s waist and inserted himself as deeply as he could and began thrusting. Reid reached behind him to pull Luke even deeper, his mouth wide open on the pillow as he gasped and moaned. “Fuck, fuck!”
Luke, moving faster, laughed. “I am!”
Reid held on to Luke’s jacket as Luke thrust into him.
“You’re so hot, Reid, so hot,” Luke whispered into Reid’s ear.
“Luke, you, you can’t say things like-like that,” Reid panted.
“Like what?”
“You have to say things that he would say,” Reid uttered as he and Luke maintained their rhythm. “Talk like a dumb jock.”
Luke paused, causing Reid to turn his head as far back to look at Luke. “What?”
“I wasn’t a dumb jock,” Luke said quietly.
“It’s my fantasy. Just do it!”
“What should I say?”
“Anything. Just do it,” Reid demanded, his head falling back onto the pillow. “And move!”
Luke, not wanting to disappoint Reid, plunged further into him, causing both men to gasp loudly. Luke then grabbed Reid’s hair and pulled back slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make Reid feel it.
“Do you think this is better than science, huh, Oliver? What do you say now, science nerd? Do you like being fucked by the most popular guy in school-the best player, the future NBA champion? Do you?” Luke asked in between pants as he kept pushing into Reid.
Reid mumbled something against the pillow.
“What? What was that?”
Reid turned his head to glance at Luke. “Nothing is better than science.”
Luke laughed. “Oh, is that so?” He pulled out of Reid and moved back enough so he could flip him onto his back. He removed his jacket and threw it at Reid’s face.
Reid, still wearing those damn glasses, grinned as he tossed the jacket off the bed.
Luke kneeled on the bed and grabbed Reid’s legs, holding them up together so his toes were pointing straight up into the air. He then slowly spread them apart, scissor-like, so he could look down at Reid. He winked and, holding onto the legs, entered Reid once again.
“Luke, fuck!”
Luke thrust harder, releasing one of Reid’s legs so his free hand could grab onto Reid’s cock. “Now, Oliver, is this better?”
Reid, his head thrown back as Luke-handsome as ever in his jersey-stroked and fucked him, let out a barely-audible “Maybe.”
Luke pushed some more.
“Yes! Yes! It is!” Reid yelled, pulling the glasses off him.
Luke glanced over his shoulder. “Reid, shh, Katie might hear.”
“Snyder, don’t stop moving.”
Luke obliged. “I’m going to shoot a three-pointer just for you,” he said, breathing loudly.
“You better win the game for me, Snyder,” Reid said as he pushed Luke’s hand aside and stroked his own cock.
“Shit!” Luke looked down at Reid and couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m gonna shoot right now,” he cried as he came intensely.
Reid followed right after, and both men grunted as Luke pulled out of Reid. Luke fell on his back next to Reid, threw the condom to the floor, and desperately tried to catch his breath. Reid wiped his sweaty forehead and looked over at Luke.
“What?”
“You are better than science,” Reid said with a smile.
Luke smiled back. “Better than brain surgery?”
Reid thought about it and then nodded. “Okay.”
“Was it everything you hoped for?”
“Like you have to ask,” Reid replied, moving onto his side and touching Luke’s wet jersey. “You could’ve been more of a jerk, though. The guy totally was.”
“I think one jerk in bed is enough,” Luke said, smirking at Reid.
Reid slapped Luke playfully.
Luke laughed.
“Just so you know, I didn’t go to every game,” Reid said.
Luke raised an eyebrow.
“Only a few.”
“A few,” Luke repeated.
“Now if it’d been you playing at my school, I would’ve gone to every single game and practice.”
“And I would’ve gotten it on with you in the locker room,” Luke said.
“And I would’ve gotten it on with you in your car.”
They laughed.
Reid touched Luke’s face. “But this was great, Luke. It completely made up for all my non-sexual high school memories.”
“For me, too.”
Reid kissed Luke before asking, “So, what’s your fantasy?”
Title: The Football Fantasy
Author: sleeper6
Characters: Luke/Reid
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2412
Summary: Luke fulfills one of Reid's fantasies.
Disclaimer: All belongs to As the World Turns, not me.
Author's notes: Sequel to Luke and Reid's New Year's Resolutions but can read as a stand-alone fic. No sports, just fluff and my attempt at smut.
“Reid, hey, are you busy?”
Reid Oliver, his phone cradled between his ear and shoulder, wiped his mouth on a napkin and threw it in the trashcan on his way to the sink to wash a plate. “No, I just finished dinner.”
“What’d you eat?” Luke Snyder asked casually on the other end of the line.
“Pizza,” answered Reid as he put the plate in one of the cupboards and dried his hands on his pants.
Luke groaned. “I thought you weren’t eating that ever again.” He and Reid had overstuffed themselves with pizza a few days before and resolved to never eat it again; Luke still couldn’t even hear the word pizza, much less look at one, without remembering how sick he’d felt that night.
Reid plopped down on the couch and, glancing behind him to make sure his roommate, Katie Snyder, wasn’t looking, put his feet up on the coffee table. “Oops, two days into the new year and I’m already breaking our rules.”
“It’s not a rule, Reid, it’s a resolution. It was,” Luke said.
“So what’s up?”
Luke paused before asking, “Do you want to go for a drive?”
“A drive to where?”
“Um, just around.”
“Around where?” Reid asked, rubbing his forehead. He loved Luke, but he wasn’t fond of Luke’s very slow ascent to the point of some of their conversations.
“Around, Reid, just around.” He sighed. “We’ll get ice cream or something.”
“You buying?”
Luke laughed. “Sure.”
Reid smiled. “Come pick me up, then.”
Twenty minutes later, Reid, watching a crime drama where he’d figured out the killer’s identity before the first commercial break, answered his phone.
“I’m waiting outside, Reid,” Luke whispered.
“You mean you’re not coming to the door?” Reid asked in a mock hurt voice.
“Reid, come on, just-I can’t go in,” Luke replied in the same low tone.
“What?” asked a puzzled Reid.
Luke hung up.
Reid grabbed his wallet from the table and looked over at Katie’s closed door. “Katie, I’m leaving!” he hollered.
He heard Katie respond, sort of.
Reid zippered his leather jacket and walked to Luke’s car. He opened the passenger door and stepped in. “Luke, what’s going on?”
Luke remained quiet.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness in the car, Reid noticed Luke’s jacket. The letterman jacket.
Reid laughed and reached out to touch it. “What’s this?”
Luke opened the jacket slightly to reveal his basketball jersey. Another of their New Year’s resolutions had been to fulfill each other’s sexual fantasies, one that Reid had willingly shared: to do it while Luke wore his basketball uniform, a fantasy stemming from Reid’s high school crush on a very handsome but also very straight football player.
“Wow, two days into the new year and you’re already following my rules.”
“Resolutions, Reid!”
“Whatever. I like this.” He touched Luke’s jersey. “I like this a lot.”
“Yeah?”
Reid nodded and leaned over the armrest between the seats to kiss Luke but missed when Luke turned his head to his right.
“Get in the backseat,” Luke ordered, his eyes twinkling in the darkness.
“Yeah, I don’t want to have sex in the car.”
“Let’s just make out, then,” Luke prodded. “You know, like we did in high school,” he said amusingly.
Reid narrowed his eyes at him.
“Oh, you never did?” Luke asked, shaking his head. “Pity.”
“Neither did you,” Reid shot back, daring Luke to say more.
Luke huffed.
“I would definitely get in the backseat if you’d been a football player.” Reid fingered the jacket’s collar. “Too bad you only play basketball. Pity.”
“Whatever.” Luke tapped the steering wheel. “I’d take you to my house but my parents are home.”
“I know you’re role-playing but your parents really are home, aren’t they?” Reid asked, grinning.
Luke blushed. “Yes.”
“Let’s go back inside, then,” Reid said, grasping the door handle.
“Are your parents home?” asked Luke, sliding a hand up and down Reid’s shoulder.
“Only my nosy sister but she won’t bother us; she’s always on the phone talking to her boyfriend,” Reid explained, opening the door.
Reid led Luke into the living room and almost made it to the bedroom when Katie, followed by Chris Hughes, walked out of her room.
“Reid, hey. Hi, Luke. We’re going to watch a movie; do you two want to-” She stopped upon seeing Luke’s outfit. She glanced back and forth at Luke and Reid with her mouth open. Reid and Luke stared back, waiting to see what she’d say.
Chris cleared his throat. “Katie, come on, I think these two guys will be having their own night in.” He looked at Reid with a very amused smile on his face. He then looked at Luke and winked. “Nice.”
“Oh, right. We’ll be watching the movie. In there,” she said, pointing to her bedroom as she stared at Luke in his uniform.
“Have fun, boys,” said Chris as he placed his hands on Katie’s shoulders and led her away. “Katie, were you ever a cheerleader?”
Reid and Luke looked at each other and laughed before entering Reid’s bedroom.
Reid closed the door behind them and removed his jacket. He nodded toward the door. “That’s my sister and her moron boyfriend,” Reid joked.
“Really? You two look nothing alike,” Luke joked back.
“I know, right? It’s like we were born from two completely different sets of parents.”
Luke laughed, jamming his hands in the jacket’s pockets. “So, Oliver, you bring many boys here?”
“I had the whole baseball team come by last week,” Reid bragged.
“For what, tutoring?”
“Uh, yeah, actually.”
Luke giggled. “Aww, Reid, did you really do that in school?”
Reid nodded. “Only if they paid me.”
“You really were a nerd, huh?”
Reid glared at Luke. “Shut up.” He held up a hand. “Hold on.” He walked over to the dresser. “If this is going to be realistically done, then I must have this.”
Luke sat on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed. “You’re not going to get your chess set, are you?”
“Luke.”
“Or a microscope?”
“Very funny.” Reid turned around, a pair of glasses on his face.
Luke was surprised. “I didn’t know you wore glasses in school. You didn’t have them on in your yearbook picture.”
“When did you see my yearbook photo?” Reid asked curiously as he walked closer to Luke.
Luke avoided Reid’s eyes. “I didn’t,” he replied unconvincingly.
Reid laughed. “Is there anything Lucinda Walsh can’t find out?”
Luke smirked and pointed to Reid’s shirt. “Aren’t you missing your pocket protector?”
“Shut it, Snyder.”
“So, what’s my name supposed to be?”
“Huh?”
Luke sat back on the bed, his palms resting flat on the bedspread. “If I’m going to completely fulfill this fantasy for you, I need to know what the hot player’s name was.”
Reid smiled. “Just be Luke, the hot jock and I’ll be me, of course, Reid, the hot nerd.”
“I bet you were,” Luke whispered flirtatiously. “And you still are.”
“I’m amazed that you can still fit into that,” Reid said, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of his twenty-three-year-old boyfriend clad in the sleeveless basketball jersey and shorts he’d last worn as a seventeen-year-old senior.
“Barely,” Luke said, spreading his legs so Reid could see the tight bulge in his shorts. He stared at Reid, his tongue darting out to lick his top lip.
“I feel like I’m in a porno,” Reid laughed, adjusting his glasses and grinning wickedly at Luke.
Luke winked. “Not yet.”
Reid walked over to the bed and stood in between Luke’s legs, one of his hands snaking through Luke’s hair and gently massaging his head. “You played a great game last night, Snyder,” he said, getting into character.
Luke held Reid’s hips as his chin nuzzled Reid’s stomach through his shirt. He quietly moaned as Reid’s fingers worked on his scalp. “You watched it?”
“I never miss one of your games,” Reid whispered hoarsely as Luke lifted Reid’s shirt up slightly to place open-mouth kisses around his belly button. “You deserve a reward for winning.”
Luke stopped kissing and looked up at Reid. “What do I get?”
Reid looked down at Luke and cupped his face in his hands. “Me,” he whispered.
Luke exhaled deeply and quickly unbuttoned Reid’s pants, unzipped them and pushed them down. Luke fondled Reid through his boxers before forcing them off him too. He then stood and motioned for Reid to raise his arms so Luke could remove his shirt. Luke breathed intensely through his gaping mouth as a completely naked Reid stood before him.
“Damn, Oliver, I always thought you were so hot,” Luke proclaimed.
“Oh, yeah, did you think that when you were taunting me in the locker room or trying to cheat off me in Biology?”
Luke touched Reid’s chest. “It must’ve been when you came to see me at every game.”
“Like you noticed. The cheerleaders were always blocking my view,” Reid said snidely.
“I did see you there, Oliver. You were my lucky charm. Every time you were near, I never missed a free throw,” Luke said, pulling Reid to him. “I always made the three-pointers.”
Reid rolled his eyes.
Luke kissed him. “I even dunked.”
Reid kissed back.
“So I owe you now for helping me become such a star player,” Luke said, smiling against Reid’s lips before turning them both around so he could push Reid onto the bed. Luke looked down at his boyfriend and was about to remove to his jacket when Reid stopped him.
“Leave the jacket on.”
Luke smiled and fell on top of Reid, kissing his lips, chin, neck, chest, and stomach, as Reid moaned and held onto Luke’s jacket. Luke touched Reid’s cock. “What do you want, Oliver?”
Reid swallowed audibly. “Anything, Snyder. Everything,” he murmured.
Luke moved off Reid, removed his shorts, and got the condom from the bottom drawer of Reid’s nightstand. He put it on and slicked himself before returning to his boyfriend. Before Reid could say anything, Luke grabbed Reid’s legs and flipped him onto his stomach. He fell on top of him and pushed Reid’s legs apart with his feet while his mouth attacked Reid’s shoulder and back.
“Yes, yes,” Reid cried out.
Luke held Reid’s waist and inserted himself as deeply as he could and began thrusting. Reid reached behind him to pull Luke even deeper, his mouth wide open on the pillow as he gasped and moaned. “Fuck, fuck!”
Luke, moving faster, laughed. “I am!”
Reid held on to Luke’s jacket as Luke thrust into him.
“You’re so hot, Reid, so hot,” Luke whispered into Reid’s ear.
“Luke, you, you can’t say things like-like that,” Reid panted.
“Like what?”
“You have to say things that he would say,” Reid uttered as he and Luke maintained their rhythm. “Talk like a dumb jock.”
Luke paused, causing Reid to turn his head as far back to look at Luke. “What?”
“I wasn’t a dumb jock,” Luke said quietly.
“It’s my fantasy. Just do it!”
“What should I say?”
“Anything. Just do it,” Reid demanded, his head falling back onto the pillow. “And move!”
Luke, not wanting to disappoint Reid, plunged further into him, causing both men to gasp loudly. Luke then grabbed Reid’s hair and pulled back slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make Reid feel it.
“Do you think this is better than science, huh, Oliver? What do you say now, science nerd? Do you like being fucked by the most popular guy in school-the best player, the future NBA champion? Do you?” Luke asked in between pants as he kept pushing into Reid.
Reid mumbled something against the pillow.
“What? What was that?”
Reid turned his head to glance at Luke. “Nothing is better than science.”
Luke laughed. “Oh, is that so?” He pulled out of Reid and moved back enough so he could flip him onto his back. He removed his jacket and threw it at Reid’s face.
Reid, still wearing those damn glasses, grinned as he tossed the jacket off the bed.
Luke kneeled on the bed and grabbed Reid’s legs, holding them up together so his toes were pointing straight up into the air. He then slowly spread them apart, scissor-like, so he could look down at Reid. He winked and, holding onto the legs, entered Reid once again.
“Luke, fuck!”
Luke thrust harder, releasing one of Reid’s legs so his free hand could grab onto Reid’s cock. “Now, Oliver, is this better?”
Reid, his head thrown back as Luke-handsome as ever in his jersey-stroked and fucked him, let out a barely-audible “Maybe.”
Luke pushed some more.
“Yes! Yes! It is!” Reid yelled, pulling the glasses off him.
Luke glanced over his shoulder. “Reid, shh, Katie might hear.”
“Snyder, don’t stop moving.”
Luke obliged. “I’m going to shoot a three-pointer just for you,” he said, breathing loudly.
“You better win the game for me, Snyder,” Reid said as he pushed Luke’s hand aside and stroked his own cock.
“Shit!” Luke looked down at Reid and couldn’t hold back anymore. “I’m gonna shoot right now,” he cried as he came intensely.
Reid followed right after, and both men grunted as Luke pulled out of Reid. Luke fell on his back next to Reid, threw the condom to the floor, and desperately tried to catch his breath. Reid wiped his sweaty forehead and looked over at Luke.
“What?”
“You are better than science,” Reid said with a smile.
Luke smiled back. “Better than brain surgery?”
Reid thought about it and then nodded. “Okay.”
“Was it everything you hoped for?”
“Like you have to ask,” Reid replied, moving onto his side and touching Luke’s wet jersey. “You could’ve been more of a jerk, though. The guy totally was.”
“I think one jerk in bed is enough,” Luke said, smirking at Reid.
Reid slapped Luke playfully.
Luke laughed.
“Just so you know, I didn’t go to every game,” Reid said.
Luke raised an eyebrow.
“Only a few.”
“A few,” Luke repeated.
“Now if it’d been you playing at my school, I would’ve gone to every single game and practice.”
“And I would’ve gotten it on with you in the locker room,” Luke said.
“And I would’ve gotten it on with you in your car.”
They laughed.
Reid touched Luke’s face. “But this was great, Luke. It completely made up for all my non-sexual high school memories.”
“For me, too.”
Reid kissed Luke before asking, “So, what’s your fantasy?”