Behind the Net: Across the Distance (A Sequel) - Chapter 10
Title: Behind the Net: Across the Distance (A Sequel)
Author: shmorgenheigen
Chapter: Ten
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 6296
Summary: The continuation of the story Behind the Net, picking up right where the original story left off. David and Pierre explore their new relationship while navigating a long distance relationship. While Pierre is in Anchorage in his first year of college and playing college hockey, David is stuck back in Juneau to finish his senior year of high school. When an unlikely person from David’s past shows up and forces their way back into David’s life, things take a turn for the dramatic. Will David and Pierre be able to maintain their love for each other while separated and stave off those pesky feelings of loneliness, jealousy, and depression?
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen!
Author's Note: When I started to re-write Behind the Net from Pierre’s perspective, I started to think about how much story there would be to tell when Pierre went off to college, leaving David alone in Juneau. I became obsessed with the idea of writing the next chapter in their story and now that it’s finished, I am absolutely in love with how it turned out and the original characters I added into the story! If anyone reads this, leave me a comment and let me know!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
David stood on the track of the football field just inside the entrance, feeling oddly out of place and nervous. Everyone who walked by him looked at him as he stood there and he did his best to not pay attention but struggled to stop himself from worrying that everyone who looked at him was wondering what he was doing there. As he stood there, he himself was wondering that exact thing. He wanted to turn around and go home and forget he had ever tried to be social but Pierre’s words kept him rooted to the spot. He knew he needed to at least attempt to live his life; he couldn’t shut himself in his house forever, just waiting for the day he got to spend every moment with Pierre again.
He stood and looked down at his feet, thinking about the black skinny jeans and low top converse he wore, with his black hoodie and Pierre’s red flannel shirt sticking out the bottom, hanging down below his butt and the sleeves poking out down past the sleeves of his hoodie, hiding his hands. As he looked around, he realized he actually didn’t look out of place as the school’s colors were black and crimson. The temperature had just dipped below 45 degrees, however, and he could see his breath in the air; suddenly he wished he’d dressed a little bit warmer.
“David!” he heard his name called and looked up, seeing Hunter and the boys he talked to most frequently at school coming toward him. He thought vaguely that they looked like an emo band and smiled a little to himself with amusement. Hunter jogged up to him, leaving his friends behind, and gave the shorter boy a slightly skeptical look. “What’s with the face?” he asked.
David smiled a little more, trying to hold it back, but he couldn’t help himself as he said, “Nothing, I just didn’t realize Pierce the Veil went to this school.”
“Oh hah hah,” Hunter said sarcastically, before reaching forward and pulling a crimson snowcap over David’s hair which matched the one he was wearing, himself. “Joke’s on you, I take that as a compliment,” he replied with a bratty smile.
David reached up instinctively to stop the other boy from touching him, but stopped when he remembered Hunter telling him he’d bring him school apparel to wear at the game. Truthfully, he was glad for the sudden warmth and he dropped his hands, muttering, “You would,” with a sideways smile.
Hunter smiled a little bigger before wrapping a scarf loosely around David’s neck, which was also knitted but striped crimson and black with the school’s initials on it. “There you go,” he said, taking a step back to look at the finished product. “Now you look like you belong.”
David looked down at himself again, feeling that the items had tied his outfit together so that he looked like he fit in at the football game surrounded by his classmates who were wearing much of the same. “Thanks,” he said, his eyes flashing up to Hunter’s gray ones for a few seconds, before being drawn to the three boys that had just caught up to them.
Hunter looked over at his friends and gestured to David with his thumb as he said, “Guys, this is David.” David gave a little wave, feeling awkward and not knowing how he should act. He had learned how to interact with straight teenage boys when he had been on the hockey team the prior year, but would these boys be different from the hockey players he had gotten used to? “David this is Noah, Ezra, and Ben,” he continued, motioning to each of them in turn. They all gave nods as their name was said, and though David didn’t think they seemed necessarily unfriendly, he also didn’t think they seemed particularly friendly toward him, either. David recognized the one introduced as Ezra as the boy who had called him “that gay kid” in the cafeteria the day Hunter had told him they had dated in the past.
Without much else said they began to walk toward the bleachers and David followed after, his cheeks pink. He was glad it was cold outside and that he had an excuse for the blush, but really he was more nervous than he had felt for a while. Coming into a group of other people who were already established friends felt intimidating, to say the least. Suddenly he wished Pierre was there. He kept his eyes down as he followed behind Hunter, his mind swimming with nervous thoughts, and suddenly he bumped into the other boy, stumbling back a little, not realizing he had stopped moving. Hunter grabbed onto him and stopped him from falling, holding onto him a few seconds longer than he should have. David took a step back, putting a proper distance between them and keeping his eyes down. “S-sorry,” he said quietly.
“You don’t have to be so nervous,” Hunter told him, his voice hushed so his friends - who had kept walking ahead of them into the stands - wouldn’t hear. “Just relax and they’ll warm up to you.”
David looked up at him at those words and gave a nod, uncomfortable with the way Hunter could read his emotions on his face so easily. Hunter turned and kept walking and David followed behind him, watching more carefully to avoid accidentally running into him again. He walked down the bleachers and sat on the end next to Hunter. It felt odd to be at a football game again, especially at the wrong field sitting next to his ex-boyfriend. He couldn’t help but think how odd it was that he and Hunter had met at his old school’s Homecoming game his freshman year and that now, three years later, he sat in the stands at Hunter’s school at his Homecoming game. Life sure could be funny sometimes.
The game started and the energy in the stands around him became electric. He looked around, noticing how everyone was buzzing with excitement, a sea of black and crimson. When the school mascot ran down the field, everyone yelled and screamed. Even when the cheerleaders came out, the response from his classmates was wild. Though he had gone to games during his freshman year, he hadn’t ever been paying attention to the game or the atmosphere itself and instead had been waiting for cues from his band teacher. He had felt annoyed that he had to go, thinking that the whole institution was stupid and a waste of his time. Now he wondered why he had looked down on it so much and had refused to allow himself to take part in any of it.
Occasionally Hunter would lean over to his ear and speak to him, pointing out plays and explaining what was happening. David figured it must have been obvious that he had no idea what was happening in the game. Whenever the crowd around him cheered, he would cheer, though he felt like an imposter and worried he looked silly. Suddenly everyone would be standing and he would stand as well, not wanting to be the only one sitting, but he always glanced around as he did, feeling awkward. From time to time he noticed Hunter looking at him with amusement, or else shaking his head a little at how clearly out of his element he was and laughing lightly at him. He would shoot the other boy glares whenever he noticed this, though without being able to help himself the corners of his lips would always pull up a little in a smile before he looked back down at the game in front of him.
When halftime came around, David noticed Hunter’s friends standing. “Let’s go to the concessions stand,” one of them - Noah, he thought - said suddenly. “I want some nachos.”
Hunter stood and David stood as well, walking first into the stairs and beginning the walk down as he was sitting on the outside and blocking everyone else from moving. When he got down to the bottom, however, he stood to the side and let everyone else pass in front of him, wanting to follow instead of lead. When the last of Hunter’s friends had filed past him he continued to walk, listening to the boys ahead of him as they bantered with each other. When he stepped down onto the track surrounding the football field, he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and he jumped a little, looking over to see one of Hunter’s friend’s - Ezra - looking down at him with a smile. David blushed as he stared at him, unsure of what to make of the sudden friendly gesture.
“So David, are you an emo music kinda guy?” Ezra asked him.
“Ez, leave him alone,” Hunter warned from up ahead, but Ezra simply held his other arm out, as if trying to display his innocence.
David smiled a little and looked from Hunter back to Ezra, giving a small nod. “I do just so happen to be an emo music kinda guy,” he responded, matching the other boy’s playful tone.
“That’s crazy, because we just so happen to have an emo music kinda band,” Ezra explained as if this was a wild coincidence, though David had a feeling that Hunter had been talking to his friends about him and that the other boy already knew this fact about him.
“Really?” David asked, a little surprised, and he looked back to Hunter, who was scratching the back of his neck and looking awkward. “Hunter never told me that,” he said, though he had had the thought earlier that they looked like they were in an emo band. Ezra was tall, at least three inches taller than Hunter, with a jet black emo mullet, his nose was pierced, his ears were gauged, and his jeans were as black and ripped as they were skinny.
“We’re doing a show next month, you should come!” Ezra told him brightly.
David smiled and nodded without thinking about it. “Sounds fun,” he said honestly.
“Good, maybe then Hunter will stop whining about you all the ti-” he started, but was cut off by Hunter grabbing onto him and wrestling him to the ground.
David blushed again and jumped out of the way, watching as the two boys wrestled on the track, Hunter yelling, “Dude shut up!” So Hunter had been talking about him. David felt a sense of unease build in him, starting to worry that the other boy either did have ulterior motives, or else was just unable to stop himself from wanting more with him. Suddenly he worried that he shouldn’t have been there at all.
Before he knew what had happened, Hunter was back on his feet and Ezra was on his back and the two were running around laughing like maniacs. David laughed in spite of the feeling of worry that had just gone through his mind.
“Don’t mind them,” a voice came from behind, and David turned to see the other boy he hadn’t spoken to - who must have been Ben - shaking his head as he watched his friends. “They’re idiots.” Ben wasn’t much taller than David but was stocky and muscular, his brown hair in a buzz cut and his bottom lip pierced twice on one side.
David laughed and looked back at the two boys with a slow nod. “Most teenage guys are,” he said slowly.
“Take me onto concessions, valiant steed! I need sustenance!” Ezra yelled, and suddenly Hunter was zooming off toward the concessions stall.
“Idiots,” Ben said again, rolling his eyes, and he began to walk after them. David followed after, smiling and temporarily forgetting the fears that had just plagued him. “So what do you usually listen to?” Ben asked as they walked, and David found himself surprised that another one of Hunter’s friends was trying to be friendly to him.
“Poppier stuff - Blink 182, Yellowcard, All Time Low, stuff like that,” he said. He had gotten the feeling based on the way that Hunter dressed that he was more into the heavier stuff these days, the stuff that overlapped a little more with metal. David liked that kind of music but if given a choice he preferred more upbeat bands.
They continued to chat as they moved to stand in line, David intent on getting himself a hot cocoa even if for no other reason than to use it to warm his fingers which had turned red in the cold. Noah - who was a little taller than David, with short bleach blond hair, a septum piercing and three piercings in each ear - stood near them and took part in their conversation and for the first time David felt like he was a normal kid, having a normal conversation with other kids who liked the same things he did. Things had never felt quite natural with his hockey teammates the previous year; something about these guys felt much more normal to him.
Hunter walked up to him and held a foam cup out to him, smiling as he said, “Cocoa, right?”
David blushed a little as he took it, the smile falling from his lips as that feeling of unease from earlier rose up in him again. This moment took him back to the first time meeting Hunter, when the boy had done exactly the same thing. It unsettled him. “Yeah… Thanks,” he said, taking the cup. Had he been alone with Hunter he might have said something to him, reminded him that they were friends and nothing more, but in front of his friends he couldn’t bring himself to bring down the mood of the group. Still, he felt that the boys around them were giving them looks, smiling in a way that clearly had meaning, and David didn’t like it. He stepped out of the line as Hunter had just handed him the thing he had been planning on buying for himself and busied himself with sipping on it, not wanting to say the thoughts in his head but also not able to stop thinking them. Hunter was acting like he was his boyfriend and it made David uncomfortable, but he also didn’t feel comfortable voicing it in their current environment. Had he known that would be the outcome? That David would feel obligated to accept his gesture to avoid making a scene? He tried to tell himself that the other boy was just trying to be nice, but somehow he didn’t believe it.
The five of them stood around in a circle on the track as they waited for halftime to end. David tried to partake in the conversation but suddenly he felt nervous again and had difficulty thinking of anything to say. Hunter kept glancing over at him and David thought the other boy must have known that he had crossed a line. Still, he couldn’t say anything in that moment so he just continued to sip on his hot cocoa, his eyes staring unseeingly across the plastic lid as steam escaped the top in a thin ribbon. Before long the game was getting ready to start again and the boys were walking up the stairs back to the seats they had been in before.
As he sat, he realized Hunter was leaning toward him and he flinched away from him, his eyes wide. Hunter leaned back and held both hands up. “I was just gonna ask you something, don’t have a panic attack,” he said, sounding a little defensive, before turning to the other side and beginning to talk to Noah instead.
David looked down at the cup in his hands, telling himself he needed to calm down and to not let it show how shaken he was. Maybe he really was just trying to be nice, and now I’m being weird, he thought in an attempt to make himself feel better. He wondered if the gesture had truly been innocent and it had just felt too familiar and had caused him to freak out. When you looked at it from an outsider’s perspective, a friend buying a friend a drink he knew he liked wasn’t all that strange. He took another sip on his cocoa and looked down at the game as it started, determined to not ruin the rest of the night.
The second half of the game David was much more loose than the first, and he started to understand what was happening. He allowed the energy of his classmates around him to sink in and affect him and before he knew it he was smiling genuinely and cheering along with those around him. He glanced at Hunter who was looking at him already, smiling again at David’s change in demeanor. David smiled back, wanting to move on from the awkwardness of before and to just enjoy himself for once.
When he had finished his cocoa, he set the cup on the bleachers near his feet and clasped his hands together, pulling the sleeves of Pierre’s flannel over his fingers for warmth. He heard Hunter’s voice in his ear and knew the other boy had leaned close to talk to him again over the loud screaming of the crowd and he forced himself to stay still and to not flinch away from him.
“That thing looks huge on you, did you even try it on before you bought it?” he asked, his voice louder than usual but still a little difficult to hear over the noise around him.
David glanced back at him and leaned toward his ear in turn, replying loudly, “It’s Pierre’s,” before leaning back and looking forward again.
He glanced back at Hunter and saw concern and discomfort on his face. Then the other boy was leaning to his ear again and saying, “I mean I know you're small, but is he huge or something?”
It was with a bratty, defiant smile and David leaned back to Hunter’s ear and said back, “He is.” Feeling pleased to think about Pierre’s superior physical strength and muscles, he leaned back in his seat and looked down toward the game again, unable to keep the pleased smile from his lips. He couldn’t help himself as he glanced back at Hunter to see his reaction and it pleased him even further to see that the other boy looked a little unsettled. Truth be told, Pierre was only about an inch taller than Hunter, but he was significantly more broad and muscular. Yeah, that’s right. He could kick your ass, David thought a little meanly, before allowing his mind to go fully back to the game.
As the game neared its end, the mood in the stands became tense. Their team was up a touchdown but the other team had the ball with 43 seconds left on the clock. They had plenty of time to get a touchdown and an extra point, which would give them the lead and more than likely win them the game, Hunter had explained to him. Everyone on their side of the bleachers stood and began to make loud noise, one long continuous note. David looked with confusion at Hunter, who leaned down to his ear and explained much more loudly, “Intimidation tactic. Unnerve them when they’re snapping the ball.”
David nodded at him before looking forward and joining in, his hands cupped around his mouth to help the sound travel. As soon as the ball was snapped the noise cut off as everyone watched tensely, but within a few seconds the quarterback had been tackled and everyone was cheering. Then the teams set up several yards further back and the whole process started again. Again David looked to Hunter with confusion, who smiled and leaned back down. “Quarterback got sacked - he got tackled behind the line of scrimmage, which is where the ball originally started, so they lost yards and have to try again. They have four attempts to progress the ball 10 yards from where it started on the play, and if they don’t we get the ball again and the game is over even if there’s still time on the clock because they can’t catch up at that point.”
David nodded and looked toward the game again, joining in the raucous noise making with the crowd around him, feeling the oddest sense of excitement bubbling up in him. Again the same thing happened, and again the teams reset further back.
“They’re gonna have to throw the ball really far to make up the distance they lost,” Hunter told him with a smile. “But we’ve been shutting them down all night. Their quarterback isn’t doing well with the pressure and he keeps missing his receivers.”
David looked back at the field, noticing that the players were in different positions now than before, and when the ball snapped again he saw the quarterback looking around for someone to throw to. Realizing he was about to be tackled again, he lobbed the ball down the field but he threw it too far and it sailed over the head of the receiver who had been running to try to catch it. He looked back at Hunter, impressed at the way he had called what was going to happen. Him being into football was not something David would have anticipated.
“Last chance, they have to throw again,” Hunter said into his ear and David nodded. The moment the ball was snapped all went dead silent and within seconds, the quarterback was again throwing the ball out of pressure, getting tackled, and the ball missed its target. Like an explosion their side of the stadium erupted in cheers and David knew that the game had been won. There were still eleven seconds left on the clock, but as Hunter had explained the ball would be given back to their team and there was no chance for the other team to recover the point deficit. David cheered along with everyone, jumping in the stands with a fist in the air, and for the first time he felt like he was part of the crowd around him.
People in the stands below and behind him were turning to him, holding out their hands for high fives, which may have been one of the more bizarre experiences of the night but David returned every high five that was aimed his way, including the one that Hunter gave to him. So this was why people liked football. Suddenly he got it, even if he didn’t see himself beginning to watch it regularly. Still, he hoped to randomly surprise his dad one day with some of his new found knowledge, knowing the look on his dad’s face would be priceless if he accurately complained about a quarterback being “sacked”.
After a while of celebration, the crowd began to file out, David, Hunter and his friends among them. He waved goodbye to Hunter’s friends as they went their own way in the parking lot, having driven together.
“I’ll be there in a second!” Hunter called to the three other boys, before looking back at David with a smile. “See now, that wasn’t so bad, right?”
David rolled his eyes but smiled just the same and gave a nod. “Yeah, I guess you were right. It was pretty fun, thanks for making me come.”
“I’m glad you did,” Hunter told him, his voice a little softer. “The guys liked you,” he added, looking back over his shoulder quickly at his friends’ retreating backs. “See, it’s not so hard making friends,” he finished as he looked back down at David.
“Alright fine, you’re two for two,” David replied as if he didn’t want to admit that the other boy had been right.
“I’ll see ya,” Hunter said with a nod before turning and beginning to walk away.
“See you,” David responded. Then he noticed the scarf around his neck and called out quickly, “Wait! Your hat and scarf!” and he started to pull them off.
Hunter turned and continued to walk backward toward where his friends had disappeared, calling back, “Keep ‘em! They look good on you.” He flashed a crooked smile before turning back around and continuing on his way.
David’s eyebrows pulled together and the smile fell from his face. Again he felt concern take over his thoughts but he shook the thoughts away and turned around to walk to his car, not wanting to ruin the fun night he had just experienced for himself by overthinking as he always did. So far Hunter hadn’t really done anything too far outside of the ordinary, except for maybe being a little more flirty than a friend should be. He told himself if he was going to allow this friendship to work, he was going to have to stop reading so far into every action the other boy made. He had no romantic or sexual interest in Hunter whatsoever, and that was all that mattered. So with that determination, he got in his car and headed back to his house, hopeful that the night had gone well for Pierre and feeling excited to get to talk to him.
Pierre’s night had not gone as well as he would have liked, however. His mind kept straying to David and Hunter at the football game, wondering what they were doing and if Hunter was trying anything with his boyfriend. He tried to comfort himself that the other boy wouldn’t possibly make a move on David at a football game in front of his friends, but he also didn’t know the kid and the idea that he might try something kept peeking its ugly head in his thoughts. If he did try something, would David recognize it as such? He had no doubt that David would deny any advances that Hunter would make toward him, but what if Hunter didn’t give him a choice? What if he forced himself on David? These thoughts kept him distracted and as a result he didn’t play as well as he usually did.
The game had ended in a tie, though the coach didn’t appear to blame him for it and attributed the tie to team nerves at their first away game of the season. He gave a speech and pumped everyone up, and as one they all headed back to their hotel rooms for the night. Pierre was laying in his bed, having showered and waiting for David to text him that he was home. He was three hours ahead of his boyfriend in Alabama, so by the time David had texted him that he was home, it was almost midnight. The teammate that he was sharing a hotel room with was sleeping already so Pierre moved into the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the fan to help down out the sound of his talking. He sat on the floor and leaned against the wall, not waiting another second before he called his boyfriend and waited anxiously for him to pick up.
“Hey!” David said excitedly as he answered the phone. “How was the game?”
“Ehhhh… How was yours?” Pierre asked, not wanting to talk about it.
David could hear Pierre’s disappointment and for a moment his excited mood was dampened. “Oh no, did you guys lose?” he asked gently.
“We tied,” Pierre explained simply. “That’s okay, we’re gonna tie sometimes and we’re gonna lose sometimes. It’s all part of the game. We’ll get ‘em tomorrow.”
David smiled a little, wishing he could say something to cheer his boyfriend up. Despite his words, he could hear that he was disappointed at the tie, and he knew he was beating himself up over it. “Yeah, you’ll get ‘em tomorrow,” he repeated Pierre’s words, trying to sound cheerful.
“How was the football game?” Pierre asked, trying to sound light but worried about what he would hear.
“We won!” David said, unable to help the explosive excitement in his voice.
Pierre’s eyes widened a little and he laughed, noticing that David had said ”We” and not ”They”. “That’s awesome,” he said, a soft smile on his lips.
David recounted the last drive of the game, explaining it exactly as Hunter had explained it to him, his voice brimming with energy that Pierre hadn’t quite heard before. Pierre laughed again, feeling his worries from earlier draining away from him. “I can’t believe you followed all that,” he said honestly, feeling warmth growing inside of him at how happy David sounded for the first time since he had moved away.
“Okay, well Hunter had to explain it all as it was happening,” David admitted, causing a pang of jealousy to shoot through Pierre. He wished it could have been him standing with David and teaching him about football, though never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that the younger boy would have ever been interested in the sport. “I can’t wait to use some of these terms on my dad out of the blue, he’s gonna be shocked,” David continued, a devilish glint in his eyes.
Pierre laughed again at the thought, shaking his head a little to himself. “I’m glad you had fun,” he said truthfully. “How was it hanging out with Hunter’s friends?”
“A little awkward at first but it was good,” David said. His mind traveled back to the few things that had made him uncomfortable throughout the night but he kept them to himself, not knowing if he was overthinking. He didn’t want to stir up trouble if it didn’t actually exist, and the last thing he wanted was to upset Pierre before his game the following day when he was already disappointed about not winning the first one. “They’re in a band,” he added, searching for something else to add. “His friend Ezra told me I should come to their show next month.”
Hearing David say another person’s name brought an odd sense of joy and comfort to Pierre, as if his boyfriend had actually started to make friends. Despite how much he wished Hunter would disappear from his boyfriend’s life, he was glad that the other boy was at least widening David’s social circle and introducing new people into it. He knew David needed it desperately. “Good, you should go,” he said, smiling genuinely at the thought. He would just put Hunter out of his mind and pretend he wasn’t part of the equation.
David felt a little relieved to hear Pierre support the idea. “I think I will,” he said. “Unless it’s during Thanksgiving break,” he added quickly, realizing they had said the show was the following month but hadn’t actually said when it was. “Nothing could stop me from getting into your bed naked.”
Pierre felt his face warm up and he grinned, loving the way David was so energized that he was being more forward than usual. “Mmm, I can’t wait,” he responded, his voice low and seductive. “And then I can finally be insi-”
“Pierre!” David cut him off, blushing hard instantly. Pierre’s laughter came through the phone and David found his embarrassment ebbing away. He bit his lip as he thought of it, suddenly feeling himself turned on at the very idea. “But really… I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”
Pierre stopped laughing immediately and his body flushed with heat. “Holy shit,” he responded, unable to speak any other words in his shock. Immediately he was rock hard and felt like his body was a thousand degrees.
David giggled quietly and moved to lay down on his bed, not sure where the sudden boost of sexual confidence had just come from but enjoying it all the same. “You okay there, Pierre?” he asked teasingly.
“I’m gonna have to take care of some things now,” he said cryptically, referring to the erection he had suddenly just gotten.
David bit his lip, knowing all too well what Pierre was talking about and suddenly wishing he was there in his bed with him. “Send me a picture of yours and I’ll send you a picture of mine,” he said seductively. He heard Pierre sputter in surprise and his smile widened at the sound, knowing in that moment that he had his boyfriend completely wrapped around his finger.
“A-are you serious?” Pierre asked, not sure what had gotten into his boyfriend but not wanting it to stop.
“Mhmm,” David responded. “You want mine first to prove it?” he asked, before biting down on his lip playfully.
“I’d take any picture you wanted to send to me,” Pierre breathed back, shocked by what was happening. He heard a rustling sound through the phone and within ten seconds he had received a picture from David. He opened it as quickly as he could and his jaw dropped at what he saw. David was laying on his bed with his pants pulled down just enough, his erection in his hand, and making eye contact with the camera while he bit his bottom lip. “Holy shit,” he said again, even harder now than he had been before.
“I’m waiting for a picture back,” David told him devilishly.
Pierre pulled his pajama pants and underwear down a little and took a similar picture to send back, though he had a hard time hiding the surprised and nervous look on his face.
“Mmm, I miss that,” David said breathlessly and suddenly Pierre realized that his boyfriend was masturbating for him. In all the time he had been gone, they had never done anything even remotely like this before.
“I’ve gotta make you leave the house more often,” Pierre joked, his voice shaky and his breathing hard. Then, not wanting to ruin the moment, Pierre played along. He closed his eyes and followed David’s lead, responding to his dirty talk, moaning in response to his moans, feeling himself getting hotter as he touched himself and moved closer to finishing. He heard as David finished first, the sound of which and the fact that David moaned his name sending Pierre over the edge and causing him to finish shortly after.
“Holy shit,” he breathed for the third time, truly shocked at what had just happened.
“I wish I was there to lick you clean,” David said, too turned on to be embarrassed about what he was saying. Pierre sputtered again in response, getting out fragmented words but speaking nonsense. David laughed quietly, his eyes sparkling as he imagined the look on the older boy’s face.
“Jesus Christ! What’s gotten into you?!” Pierre managed out, though he was grinning and loved every second of it.
“I just miss you, and it’s been too long since I’ve gotten to taste you,” David replied with mock innocence.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Pierre said breathlessly, leaning his head back against the wall again.
David laughed again and gave a dreamy sigh. “I love you,” he said gently.
Pierre smiled, his expression softening at the sound of his boyfriend’s words. “I love you, too.”
“What time is it there?” David asked, realizing Alabama was further ahead than Alaska and Pierre had a game the following day.
“Past midnight,” Pierre told him.
“Oh jeez, you should go to bed,” he said slowly. “You should have an easier time sleeping now,” he added, the dirty tone sounding in his voice again a little.
“I dunno, I have a feeling I’m gonna be laying awake thinking about what just happened,” Pierre told him honestly. “And I’m definitely gonna look at that picture whenever I’m alone.”
David blushed, the reality of what he had just sent beginning to crash down on him. “You can’t keep it!” he said suddenly, sounding more like his usual self. “What if someone sees it?!”
“David… they make apps for hiding pictures,” Pierre said slowly, as if he was explaining something really simple.
“Wait, they do?” David asked, genuinely surprised by this information.
Pierre laughed and shook his head. “You’re not a normal teenage guy,” he joked.
“Wait, what app? I want to keep your picture too.”
Pierre laughed again and said, “I’ll text you the name.”
Then something dawned on David and he furrowed his brow. “Wait… you don’t have other stuff saved on there, do you?”
“No,” Pierre responded honestly. “I used to have pictures of Chrissy, but I deleted all of those when we broke up.”
David relaxed, believing the other boy entirely, and smiled again. “Okay.”
Pierre took a deep breath and let it out slowly, not wanting to say goodbye but knowing he needed to go to sleep. “Okay, I have to go to bed,” he said sadly. “Thanks for making my night way better.”
“Any time,” David responded sweetly. “I love you,” he said for the second time that night, knowing he could say it a million times and never get sick of it.
“I love you too,” Pierre responded again. “Good night.”
“Good night,” David said softly. The call ended and he looked at the phone, staring at the sweet picture of him and Pierre together. In the morning the reality of what he had done and said would sink in and he would be horribly embarrassed, but for the moment he felt warm and content and more deeply connected to his boyfriend than he had in a while.
Pierre cleaned himself up and went back out to his bed, climbing in and staring up at the ceiling. Somehow, he had a feeling the game tomorrow was going to go much better. And with that, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift to sleep, sweet thoughts of David still on his mind.
Author: shmorgenheigen
Chapter: Ten
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Pierre/David
Word Count: 6296
Summary: The continuation of the story Behind the Net, picking up right where the original story left off. David and Pierre explore their new relationship while navigating a long distance relationship. While Pierre is in Anchorage in his first year of college and playing college hockey, David is stuck back in Juneau to finish his senior year of high school. When an unlikely person from David’s past shows up and forces their way back into David’s life, things take a turn for the dramatic. Will David and Pierre be able to maintain their love for each other while separated and stave off those pesky feelings of loneliness, jealousy, and depression?
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, didn't happen!
Author's Note: When I started to re-write Behind the Net from Pierre’s perspective, I started to think about how much story there would be to tell when Pierre went off to college, leaving David alone in Juneau. I became obsessed with the idea of writing the next chapter in their story and now that it’s finished, I am absolutely in love with how it turned out and the original characters I added into the story! If anyone reads this, leave me a comment and let me know!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
David stood on the track of the football field just inside the entrance, feeling oddly out of place and nervous. Everyone who walked by him looked at him as he stood there and he did his best to not pay attention but struggled to stop himself from worrying that everyone who looked at him was wondering what he was doing there. As he stood there, he himself was wondering that exact thing. He wanted to turn around and go home and forget he had ever tried to be social but Pierre’s words kept him rooted to the spot. He knew he needed to at least attempt to live his life; he couldn’t shut himself in his house forever, just waiting for the day he got to spend every moment with Pierre again.
He stood and looked down at his feet, thinking about the black skinny jeans and low top converse he wore, with his black hoodie and Pierre’s red flannel shirt sticking out the bottom, hanging down below his butt and the sleeves poking out down past the sleeves of his hoodie, hiding his hands. As he looked around, he realized he actually didn’t look out of place as the school’s colors were black and crimson. The temperature had just dipped below 45 degrees, however, and he could see his breath in the air; suddenly he wished he’d dressed a little bit warmer.
“David!” he heard his name called and looked up, seeing Hunter and the boys he talked to most frequently at school coming toward him. He thought vaguely that they looked like an emo band and smiled a little to himself with amusement. Hunter jogged up to him, leaving his friends behind, and gave the shorter boy a slightly skeptical look. “What’s with the face?” he asked.
David smiled a little more, trying to hold it back, but he couldn’t help himself as he said, “Nothing, I just didn’t realize Pierce the Veil went to this school.”
“Oh hah hah,” Hunter said sarcastically, before reaching forward and pulling a crimson snowcap over David’s hair which matched the one he was wearing, himself. “Joke’s on you, I take that as a compliment,” he replied with a bratty smile.
David reached up instinctively to stop the other boy from touching him, but stopped when he remembered Hunter telling him he’d bring him school apparel to wear at the game. Truthfully, he was glad for the sudden warmth and he dropped his hands, muttering, “You would,” with a sideways smile.
Hunter smiled a little bigger before wrapping a scarf loosely around David’s neck, which was also knitted but striped crimson and black with the school’s initials on it. “There you go,” he said, taking a step back to look at the finished product. “Now you look like you belong.”
David looked down at himself again, feeling that the items had tied his outfit together so that he looked like he fit in at the football game surrounded by his classmates who were wearing much of the same. “Thanks,” he said, his eyes flashing up to Hunter’s gray ones for a few seconds, before being drawn to the three boys that had just caught up to them.
Hunter looked over at his friends and gestured to David with his thumb as he said, “Guys, this is David.” David gave a little wave, feeling awkward and not knowing how he should act. He had learned how to interact with straight teenage boys when he had been on the hockey team the prior year, but would these boys be different from the hockey players he had gotten used to? “David this is Noah, Ezra, and Ben,” he continued, motioning to each of them in turn. They all gave nods as their name was said, and though David didn’t think they seemed necessarily unfriendly, he also didn’t think they seemed particularly friendly toward him, either. David recognized the one introduced as Ezra as the boy who had called him “that gay kid” in the cafeteria the day Hunter had told him they had dated in the past.
Without much else said they began to walk toward the bleachers and David followed after, his cheeks pink. He was glad it was cold outside and that he had an excuse for the blush, but really he was more nervous than he had felt for a while. Coming into a group of other people who were already established friends felt intimidating, to say the least. Suddenly he wished Pierre was there. He kept his eyes down as he followed behind Hunter, his mind swimming with nervous thoughts, and suddenly he bumped into the other boy, stumbling back a little, not realizing he had stopped moving. Hunter grabbed onto him and stopped him from falling, holding onto him a few seconds longer than he should have. David took a step back, putting a proper distance between them and keeping his eyes down. “S-sorry,” he said quietly.
“You don’t have to be so nervous,” Hunter told him, his voice hushed so his friends - who had kept walking ahead of them into the stands - wouldn’t hear. “Just relax and they’ll warm up to you.”
David looked up at him at those words and gave a nod, uncomfortable with the way Hunter could read his emotions on his face so easily. Hunter turned and kept walking and David followed behind him, watching more carefully to avoid accidentally running into him again. He walked down the bleachers and sat on the end next to Hunter. It felt odd to be at a football game again, especially at the wrong field sitting next to his ex-boyfriend. He couldn’t help but think how odd it was that he and Hunter had met at his old school’s Homecoming game his freshman year and that now, three years later, he sat in the stands at Hunter’s school at his Homecoming game. Life sure could be funny sometimes.
The game started and the energy in the stands around him became electric. He looked around, noticing how everyone was buzzing with excitement, a sea of black and crimson. When the school mascot ran down the field, everyone yelled and screamed. Even when the cheerleaders came out, the response from his classmates was wild. Though he had gone to games during his freshman year, he hadn’t ever been paying attention to the game or the atmosphere itself and instead had been waiting for cues from his band teacher. He had felt annoyed that he had to go, thinking that the whole institution was stupid and a waste of his time. Now he wondered why he had looked down on it so much and had refused to allow himself to take part in any of it.
Occasionally Hunter would lean over to his ear and speak to him, pointing out plays and explaining what was happening. David figured it must have been obvious that he had no idea what was happening in the game. Whenever the crowd around him cheered, he would cheer, though he felt like an imposter and worried he looked silly. Suddenly everyone would be standing and he would stand as well, not wanting to be the only one sitting, but he always glanced around as he did, feeling awkward. From time to time he noticed Hunter looking at him with amusement, or else shaking his head a little at how clearly out of his element he was and laughing lightly at him. He would shoot the other boy glares whenever he noticed this, though without being able to help himself the corners of his lips would always pull up a little in a smile before he looked back down at the game in front of him.
When halftime came around, David noticed Hunter’s friends standing. “Let’s go to the concessions stand,” one of them - Noah, he thought - said suddenly. “I want some nachos.”
Hunter stood and David stood as well, walking first into the stairs and beginning the walk down as he was sitting on the outside and blocking everyone else from moving. When he got down to the bottom, however, he stood to the side and let everyone else pass in front of him, wanting to follow instead of lead. When the last of Hunter’s friends had filed past him he continued to walk, listening to the boys ahead of him as they bantered with each other. When he stepped down onto the track surrounding the football field, he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders and he jumped a little, looking over to see one of Hunter’s friend’s - Ezra - looking down at him with a smile. David blushed as he stared at him, unsure of what to make of the sudden friendly gesture.
“So David, are you an emo music kinda guy?” Ezra asked him.
“Ez, leave him alone,” Hunter warned from up ahead, but Ezra simply held his other arm out, as if trying to display his innocence.
David smiled a little and looked from Hunter back to Ezra, giving a small nod. “I do just so happen to be an emo music kinda guy,” he responded, matching the other boy’s playful tone.
“That’s crazy, because we just so happen to have an emo music kinda band,” Ezra explained as if this was a wild coincidence, though David had a feeling that Hunter had been talking to his friends about him and that the other boy already knew this fact about him.
“Really?” David asked, a little surprised, and he looked back to Hunter, who was scratching the back of his neck and looking awkward. “Hunter never told me that,” he said, though he had had the thought earlier that they looked like they were in an emo band. Ezra was tall, at least three inches taller than Hunter, with a jet black emo mullet, his nose was pierced, his ears were gauged, and his jeans were as black and ripped as they were skinny.
“We’re doing a show next month, you should come!” Ezra told him brightly.
David smiled and nodded without thinking about it. “Sounds fun,” he said honestly.
“Good, maybe then Hunter will stop whining about you all the ti-” he started, but was cut off by Hunter grabbing onto him and wrestling him to the ground.
David blushed again and jumped out of the way, watching as the two boys wrestled on the track, Hunter yelling, “Dude shut up!” So Hunter had been talking about him. David felt a sense of unease build in him, starting to worry that the other boy either did have ulterior motives, or else was just unable to stop himself from wanting more with him. Suddenly he worried that he shouldn’t have been there at all.
Before he knew what had happened, Hunter was back on his feet and Ezra was on his back and the two were running around laughing like maniacs. David laughed in spite of the feeling of worry that had just gone through his mind.
“Don’t mind them,” a voice came from behind, and David turned to see the other boy he hadn’t spoken to - who must have been Ben - shaking his head as he watched his friends. “They’re idiots.” Ben wasn’t much taller than David but was stocky and muscular, his brown hair in a buzz cut and his bottom lip pierced twice on one side.
David laughed and looked back at the two boys with a slow nod. “Most teenage guys are,” he said slowly.
“Take me onto concessions, valiant steed! I need sustenance!” Ezra yelled, and suddenly Hunter was zooming off toward the concessions stall.
“Idiots,” Ben said again, rolling his eyes, and he began to walk after them. David followed after, smiling and temporarily forgetting the fears that had just plagued him. “So what do you usually listen to?” Ben asked as they walked, and David found himself surprised that another one of Hunter’s friends was trying to be friendly to him.
“Poppier stuff - Blink 182, Yellowcard, All Time Low, stuff like that,” he said. He had gotten the feeling based on the way that Hunter dressed that he was more into the heavier stuff these days, the stuff that overlapped a little more with metal. David liked that kind of music but if given a choice he preferred more upbeat bands.
They continued to chat as they moved to stand in line, David intent on getting himself a hot cocoa even if for no other reason than to use it to warm his fingers which had turned red in the cold. Noah - who was a little taller than David, with short bleach blond hair, a septum piercing and three piercings in each ear - stood near them and took part in their conversation and for the first time David felt like he was a normal kid, having a normal conversation with other kids who liked the same things he did. Things had never felt quite natural with his hockey teammates the previous year; something about these guys felt much more normal to him.
Hunter walked up to him and held a foam cup out to him, smiling as he said, “Cocoa, right?”
David blushed a little as he took it, the smile falling from his lips as that feeling of unease from earlier rose up in him again. This moment took him back to the first time meeting Hunter, when the boy had done exactly the same thing. It unsettled him. “Yeah… Thanks,” he said, taking the cup. Had he been alone with Hunter he might have said something to him, reminded him that they were friends and nothing more, but in front of his friends he couldn’t bring himself to bring down the mood of the group. Still, he felt that the boys around them were giving them looks, smiling in a way that clearly had meaning, and David didn’t like it. He stepped out of the line as Hunter had just handed him the thing he had been planning on buying for himself and busied himself with sipping on it, not wanting to say the thoughts in his head but also not able to stop thinking them. Hunter was acting like he was his boyfriend and it made David uncomfortable, but he also didn’t feel comfortable voicing it in their current environment. Had he known that would be the outcome? That David would feel obligated to accept his gesture to avoid making a scene? He tried to tell himself that the other boy was just trying to be nice, but somehow he didn’t believe it.
The five of them stood around in a circle on the track as they waited for halftime to end. David tried to partake in the conversation but suddenly he felt nervous again and had difficulty thinking of anything to say. Hunter kept glancing over at him and David thought the other boy must have known that he had crossed a line. Still, he couldn’t say anything in that moment so he just continued to sip on his hot cocoa, his eyes staring unseeingly across the plastic lid as steam escaped the top in a thin ribbon. Before long the game was getting ready to start again and the boys were walking up the stairs back to the seats they had been in before.
As he sat, he realized Hunter was leaning toward him and he flinched away from him, his eyes wide. Hunter leaned back and held both hands up. “I was just gonna ask you something, don’t have a panic attack,” he said, sounding a little defensive, before turning to the other side and beginning to talk to Noah instead.
David looked down at the cup in his hands, telling himself he needed to calm down and to not let it show how shaken he was. Maybe he really was just trying to be nice, and now I’m being weird, he thought in an attempt to make himself feel better. He wondered if the gesture had truly been innocent and it had just felt too familiar and had caused him to freak out. When you looked at it from an outsider’s perspective, a friend buying a friend a drink he knew he liked wasn’t all that strange. He took another sip on his cocoa and looked down at the game as it started, determined to not ruin the rest of the night.
The second half of the game David was much more loose than the first, and he started to understand what was happening. He allowed the energy of his classmates around him to sink in and affect him and before he knew it he was smiling genuinely and cheering along with those around him. He glanced at Hunter who was looking at him already, smiling again at David’s change in demeanor. David smiled back, wanting to move on from the awkwardness of before and to just enjoy himself for once.
When he had finished his cocoa, he set the cup on the bleachers near his feet and clasped his hands together, pulling the sleeves of Pierre’s flannel over his fingers for warmth. He heard Hunter’s voice in his ear and knew the other boy had leaned close to talk to him again over the loud screaming of the crowd and he forced himself to stay still and to not flinch away from him.
“That thing looks huge on you, did you even try it on before you bought it?” he asked, his voice louder than usual but still a little difficult to hear over the noise around him.
David glanced back at him and leaned toward his ear in turn, replying loudly, “It’s Pierre’s,” before leaning back and looking forward again.
He glanced back at Hunter and saw concern and discomfort on his face. Then the other boy was leaning to his ear again and saying, “I mean I know you're small, but is he huge or something?”
It was with a bratty, defiant smile and David leaned back to Hunter’s ear and said back, “He is.” Feeling pleased to think about Pierre’s superior physical strength and muscles, he leaned back in his seat and looked down toward the game again, unable to keep the pleased smile from his lips. He couldn’t help himself as he glanced back at Hunter to see his reaction and it pleased him even further to see that the other boy looked a little unsettled. Truth be told, Pierre was only about an inch taller than Hunter, but he was significantly more broad and muscular. Yeah, that’s right. He could kick your ass, David thought a little meanly, before allowing his mind to go fully back to the game.
As the game neared its end, the mood in the stands became tense. Their team was up a touchdown but the other team had the ball with 43 seconds left on the clock. They had plenty of time to get a touchdown and an extra point, which would give them the lead and more than likely win them the game, Hunter had explained to him. Everyone on their side of the bleachers stood and began to make loud noise, one long continuous note. David looked with confusion at Hunter, who leaned down to his ear and explained much more loudly, “Intimidation tactic. Unnerve them when they’re snapping the ball.”
David nodded at him before looking forward and joining in, his hands cupped around his mouth to help the sound travel. As soon as the ball was snapped the noise cut off as everyone watched tensely, but within a few seconds the quarterback had been tackled and everyone was cheering. Then the teams set up several yards further back and the whole process started again. Again David looked to Hunter with confusion, who smiled and leaned back down. “Quarterback got sacked - he got tackled behind the line of scrimmage, which is where the ball originally started, so they lost yards and have to try again. They have four attempts to progress the ball 10 yards from where it started on the play, and if they don’t we get the ball again and the game is over even if there’s still time on the clock because they can’t catch up at that point.”
David nodded and looked toward the game again, joining in the raucous noise making with the crowd around him, feeling the oddest sense of excitement bubbling up in him. Again the same thing happened, and again the teams reset further back.
“They’re gonna have to throw the ball really far to make up the distance they lost,” Hunter told him with a smile. “But we’ve been shutting them down all night. Their quarterback isn’t doing well with the pressure and he keeps missing his receivers.”
David looked back at the field, noticing that the players were in different positions now than before, and when the ball snapped again he saw the quarterback looking around for someone to throw to. Realizing he was about to be tackled again, he lobbed the ball down the field but he threw it too far and it sailed over the head of the receiver who had been running to try to catch it. He looked back at Hunter, impressed at the way he had called what was going to happen. Him being into football was not something David would have anticipated.
“Last chance, they have to throw again,” Hunter said into his ear and David nodded. The moment the ball was snapped all went dead silent and within seconds, the quarterback was again throwing the ball out of pressure, getting tackled, and the ball missed its target. Like an explosion their side of the stadium erupted in cheers and David knew that the game had been won. There were still eleven seconds left on the clock, but as Hunter had explained the ball would be given back to their team and there was no chance for the other team to recover the point deficit. David cheered along with everyone, jumping in the stands with a fist in the air, and for the first time he felt like he was part of the crowd around him.
People in the stands below and behind him were turning to him, holding out their hands for high fives, which may have been one of the more bizarre experiences of the night but David returned every high five that was aimed his way, including the one that Hunter gave to him. So this was why people liked football. Suddenly he got it, even if he didn’t see himself beginning to watch it regularly. Still, he hoped to randomly surprise his dad one day with some of his new found knowledge, knowing the look on his dad’s face would be priceless if he accurately complained about a quarterback being “sacked”.
After a while of celebration, the crowd began to file out, David, Hunter and his friends among them. He waved goodbye to Hunter’s friends as they went their own way in the parking lot, having driven together.
“I’ll be there in a second!” Hunter called to the three other boys, before looking back at David with a smile. “See now, that wasn’t so bad, right?”
David rolled his eyes but smiled just the same and gave a nod. “Yeah, I guess you were right. It was pretty fun, thanks for making me come.”
“I’m glad you did,” Hunter told him, his voice a little softer. “The guys liked you,” he added, looking back over his shoulder quickly at his friends’ retreating backs. “See, it’s not so hard making friends,” he finished as he looked back down at David.
“Alright fine, you’re two for two,” David replied as if he didn’t want to admit that the other boy had been right.
“I’ll see ya,” Hunter said with a nod before turning and beginning to walk away.
“See you,” David responded. Then he noticed the scarf around his neck and called out quickly, “Wait! Your hat and scarf!” and he started to pull them off.
Hunter turned and continued to walk backward toward where his friends had disappeared, calling back, “Keep ‘em! They look good on you.” He flashed a crooked smile before turning back around and continuing on his way.
David’s eyebrows pulled together and the smile fell from his face. Again he felt concern take over his thoughts but he shook the thoughts away and turned around to walk to his car, not wanting to ruin the fun night he had just experienced for himself by overthinking as he always did. So far Hunter hadn’t really done anything too far outside of the ordinary, except for maybe being a little more flirty than a friend should be. He told himself if he was going to allow this friendship to work, he was going to have to stop reading so far into every action the other boy made. He had no romantic or sexual interest in Hunter whatsoever, and that was all that mattered. So with that determination, he got in his car and headed back to his house, hopeful that the night had gone well for Pierre and feeling excited to get to talk to him.
Pierre’s night had not gone as well as he would have liked, however. His mind kept straying to David and Hunter at the football game, wondering what they were doing and if Hunter was trying anything with his boyfriend. He tried to comfort himself that the other boy wouldn’t possibly make a move on David at a football game in front of his friends, but he also didn’t know the kid and the idea that he might try something kept peeking its ugly head in his thoughts. If he did try something, would David recognize it as such? He had no doubt that David would deny any advances that Hunter would make toward him, but what if Hunter didn’t give him a choice? What if he forced himself on David? These thoughts kept him distracted and as a result he didn’t play as well as he usually did.
The game had ended in a tie, though the coach didn’t appear to blame him for it and attributed the tie to team nerves at their first away game of the season. He gave a speech and pumped everyone up, and as one they all headed back to their hotel rooms for the night. Pierre was laying in his bed, having showered and waiting for David to text him that he was home. He was three hours ahead of his boyfriend in Alabama, so by the time David had texted him that he was home, it was almost midnight. The teammate that he was sharing a hotel room with was sleeping already so Pierre moved into the bathroom, closed the door and turned on the fan to help down out the sound of his talking. He sat on the floor and leaned against the wall, not waiting another second before he called his boyfriend and waited anxiously for him to pick up.
“Hey!” David said excitedly as he answered the phone. “How was the game?”
“Ehhhh… How was yours?” Pierre asked, not wanting to talk about it.
David could hear Pierre’s disappointment and for a moment his excited mood was dampened. “Oh no, did you guys lose?” he asked gently.
“We tied,” Pierre explained simply. “That’s okay, we’re gonna tie sometimes and we’re gonna lose sometimes. It’s all part of the game. We’ll get ‘em tomorrow.”
David smiled a little, wishing he could say something to cheer his boyfriend up. Despite his words, he could hear that he was disappointed at the tie, and he knew he was beating himself up over it. “Yeah, you’ll get ‘em tomorrow,” he repeated Pierre’s words, trying to sound cheerful.
“How was the football game?” Pierre asked, trying to sound light but worried about what he would hear.
“We won!” David said, unable to help the explosive excitement in his voice.
Pierre’s eyes widened a little and he laughed, noticing that David had said ”We” and not ”They”. “That’s awesome,” he said, a soft smile on his lips.
David recounted the last drive of the game, explaining it exactly as Hunter had explained it to him, his voice brimming with energy that Pierre hadn’t quite heard before. Pierre laughed again, feeling his worries from earlier draining away from him. “I can’t believe you followed all that,” he said honestly, feeling warmth growing inside of him at how happy David sounded for the first time since he had moved away.
“Okay, well Hunter had to explain it all as it was happening,” David admitted, causing a pang of jealousy to shoot through Pierre. He wished it could have been him standing with David and teaching him about football, though never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that the younger boy would have ever been interested in the sport. “I can’t wait to use some of these terms on my dad out of the blue, he’s gonna be shocked,” David continued, a devilish glint in his eyes.
Pierre laughed again at the thought, shaking his head a little to himself. “I’m glad you had fun,” he said truthfully. “How was it hanging out with Hunter’s friends?”
“A little awkward at first but it was good,” David said. His mind traveled back to the few things that had made him uncomfortable throughout the night but he kept them to himself, not knowing if he was overthinking. He didn’t want to stir up trouble if it didn’t actually exist, and the last thing he wanted was to upset Pierre before his game the following day when he was already disappointed about not winning the first one. “They’re in a band,” he added, searching for something else to add. “His friend Ezra told me I should come to their show next month.”
Hearing David say another person’s name brought an odd sense of joy and comfort to Pierre, as if his boyfriend had actually started to make friends. Despite how much he wished Hunter would disappear from his boyfriend’s life, he was glad that the other boy was at least widening David’s social circle and introducing new people into it. He knew David needed it desperately. “Good, you should go,” he said, smiling genuinely at the thought. He would just put Hunter out of his mind and pretend he wasn’t part of the equation.
David felt a little relieved to hear Pierre support the idea. “I think I will,” he said. “Unless it’s during Thanksgiving break,” he added quickly, realizing they had said the show was the following month but hadn’t actually said when it was. “Nothing could stop me from getting into your bed naked.”
Pierre felt his face warm up and he grinned, loving the way David was so energized that he was being more forward than usual. “Mmm, I can’t wait,” he responded, his voice low and seductive. “And then I can finally be insi-”
“Pierre!” David cut him off, blushing hard instantly. Pierre’s laughter came through the phone and David found his embarrassment ebbing away. He bit his lip as he thought of it, suddenly feeling himself turned on at the very idea. “But really… I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”
Pierre stopped laughing immediately and his body flushed with heat. “Holy shit,” he responded, unable to speak any other words in his shock. Immediately he was rock hard and felt like his body was a thousand degrees.
David giggled quietly and moved to lay down on his bed, not sure where the sudden boost of sexual confidence had just come from but enjoying it all the same. “You okay there, Pierre?” he asked teasingly.
“I’m gonna have to take care of some things now,” he said cryptically, referring to the erection he had suddenly just gotten.
David bit his lip, knowing all too well what Pierre was talking about and suddenly wishing he was there in his bed with him. “Send me a picture of yours and I’ll send you a picture of mine,” he said seductively. He heard Pierre sputter in surprise and his smile widened at the sound, knowing in that moment that he had his boyfriend completely wrapped around his finger.
“A-are you serious?” Pierre asked, not sure what had gotten into his boyfriend but not wanting it to stop.
“Mhmm,” David responded. “You want mine first to prove it?” he asked, before biting down on his lip playfully.
“I’d take any picture you wanted to send to me,” Pierre breathed back, shocked by what was happening. He heard a rustling sound through the phone and within ten seconds he had received a picture from David. He opened it as quickly as he could and his jaw dropped at what he saw. David was laying on his bed with his pants pulled down just enough, his erection in his hand, and making eye contact with the camera while he bit his bottom lip. “Holy shit,” he said again, even harder now than he had been before.
“I’m waiting for a picture back,” David told him devilishly.
Pierre pulled his pajama pants and underwear down a little and took a similar picture to send back, though he had a hard time hiding the surprised and nervous look on his face.
“Mmm, I miss that,” David said breathlessly and suddenly Pierre realized that his boyfriend was masturbating for him. In all the time he had been gone, they had never done anything even remotely like this before.
“I’ve gotta make you leave the house more often,” Pierre joked, his voice shaky and his breathing hard. Then, not wanting to ruin the moment, Pierre played along. He closed his eyes and followed David’s lead, responding to his dirty talk, moaning in response to his moans, feeling himself getting hotter as he touched himself and moved closer to finishing. He heard as David finished first, the sound of which and the fact that David moaned his name sending Pierre over the edge and causing him to finish shortly after.
“Holy shit,” he breathed for the third time, truly shocked at what had just happened.
“I wish I was there to lick you clean,” David said, too turned on to be embarrassed about what he was saying. Pierre sputtered again in response, getting out fragmented words but speaking nonsense. David laughed quietly, his eyes sparkling as he imagined the look on the older boy’s face.
“Jesus Christ! What’s gotten into you?!” Pierre managed out, though he was grinning and loved every second of it.
“I just miss you, and it’s been too long since I’ve gotten to taste you,” David replied with mock innocence.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Pierre said breathlessly, leaning his head back against the wall again.
David laughed again and gave a dreamy sigh. “I love you,” he said gently.
Pierre smiled, his expression softening at the sound of his boyfriend’s words. “I love you, too.”
“What time is it there?” David asked, realizing Alabama was further ahead than Alaska and Pierre had a game the following day.
“Past midnight,” Pierre told him.
“Oh jeez, you should go to bed,” he said slowly. “You should have an easier time sleeping now,” he added, the dirty tone sounding in his voice again a little.
“I dunno, I have a feeling I’m gonna be laying awake thinking about what just happened,” Pierre told him honestly. “And I’m definitely gonna look at that picture whenever I’m alone.”
David blushed, the reality of what he had just sent beginning to crash down on him. “You can’t keep it!” he said suddenly, sounding more like his usual self. “What if someone sees it?!”
“David… they make apps for hiding pictures,” Pierre said slowly, as if he was explaining something really simple.
“Wait, they do?” David asked, genuinely surprised by this information.
Pierre laughed and shook his head. “You’re not a normal teenage guy,” he joked.
“Wait, what app? I want to keep your picture too.”
Pierre laughed again and said, “I’ll text you the name.”
Then something dawned on David and he furrowed his brow. “Wait… you don’t have other stuff saved on there, do you?”
“No,” Pierre responded honestly. “I used to have pictures of Chrissy, but I deleted all of those when we broke up.”
David relaxed, believing the other boy entirely, and smiled again. “Okay.”
Pierre took a deep breath and let it out slowly, not wanting to say goodbye but knowing he needed to go to sleep. “Okay, I have to go to bed,” he said sadly. “Thanks for making my night way better.”
“Any time,” David responded sweetly. “I love you,” he said for the second time that night, knowing he could say it a million times and never get sick of it.
“I love you too,” Pierre responded again. “Good night.”
“Good night,” David said softly. The call ended and he looked at the phone, staring at the sweet picture of him and Pierre together. In the morning the reality of what he had done and said would sink in and he would be horribly embarrassed, but for the moment he felt warm and content and more deeply connected to his boyfriend than he had in a while.
Pierre cleaned himself up and went back out to his bed, climbing in and staring up at the ceiling. Somehow, he had a feeling the game tomorrow was going to go much better. And with that, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift to sleep, sweet thoughts of David still on his mind.