ZONE DEFENCE
By Leigh Jarrett
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© 2010-2012 Leigh Jarrett
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Come Play In My World™
Introduction
Nathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of university at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity field lacrosse teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up. The truth of the matter though, was that Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his ex-lover was something he hadn't even wanted to contemplate. Life was complicated enough already, and starting fresh was definitely the answer. But then he met his new roommate, Aaron Campbell, and he knew he was in trouble.
Warning: This story contains denial, confusion, and the desperate urges of two beautiful, athletic men. Proceed with caution through tangled sheets and hot soapy showers on your way to the lacrosse field. It looks like rain and there's love in the air.
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Come Play In My World,
Leigh Jarrett
Chapter One
Nathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of university at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity field lacrosse teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up.
The truth of the matter though, was that Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his ex-lover was something he hadn't even wanted to contemplate. Communication on the field would've been awkward between them, and they invariably would've let the team down. Of course the breakdown in their relationship had been entirely his fault; as usual. His lack of restraint when it came to his mouth and the voracious appetite of his dick had managed to destroy yet another perfectly suitable and fundamentally healthy partnership. But maybe that was the problem. Maybe it had become too predictable and safe for his liking, so he'd switched to self-destruct mode, seeking a way out. The possibility of love entering the relationship had had absolutely nothing to do with his behaviour; he was sure of that.
Nathan stood staring up at the dorm building. It wasn't that he didn't want to find someone to spend his life with. He enjoyed the feeling of security provided by a warm and familiar body in his bed, but most of the guys he ended up with were involved in some sport or another and weren't willing to extend their relationship beyond the bedroom. And that was where he'd had major issues. In his experience, the locker rooms of most universities contained a seriously large and overcrowded closet.
Maybe someday.
Someday he would meet someone willing to take that step outside the bedroom and be seen in public with him as his partner. That would be the day he would tell the sports world to go fuck itself, because he was one of the best field lacrosse defensemen in the country, and he was damn proud to be gay.
Nathan rechecked the information on the letter he'd received from the university's housing department. He was sharing a dorm room with a guy named Aaron Campbell, who was, thankfully, also on the lacrosse team. Aaron's major was Law, whereas Nathan's was Environmental Engineering, which meant they wouldn't be able to help each other study, but at least the guy wasn't working towards some soft degree in Psychology or something.
There was nothing more irritating, in Nathan's opinion, than a guy prattling on about people's emotions. Invariably, the budding shrink would try and analyze why Nathan behaved the way he did, which usually resulted in Nathan's mouth going ballistic.
It was already late Sunday afternoon. Nathan had arrived a full day and a half later than everyone else, because he'd had some family commitments to attend to. His grandfather had died the week before. And being the only surviving man in his family, he'd been put in charge of organizing the funeral, and dealing with the emotional breakdown of his grandmother and younger sister. It had been an extremely stressful few days and he was looking forward to throwing on a set of headphones and climbing into bed.
He opened the door of his new dorm room and was immediately confronted by a mountain of boxes, packing peanuts and discarded strips of tape. Apparently, his new roommate was a bit of a media fanatic and had the good fortune of being able to afford all new equipment. Nathan looked down at the tattered box he was carrying. Everything he owned in the world fit into that box and the large duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
"Hey, could you give me a hand?" Aaron asked as he stepped out from behind the massive television he was attempting to connect into the surround sound system. "I'm Aaron… it's Nathan, right?"
Nathan swallowed heavily as his mouth moistened. Shit. His new roommate was absolutely gorgeous. He let his gaze wander over the dark graspable curls of Aaron's hair and down across his smooth, incredibly lickable, chest.
The guy could've put a shirt on at least… it wasn't that warm.
"Yeah," Nathan answered.
"I'm trying to run these wires through the back of the cabinet," Aaron explained, "but the bloody television is making it impossible for me to reach through on my own."
Nathan grunted. Maybe if the television wasn't so fucking big-- the thing must be about seventy inches.
"What do you need me to do?" Nathan asked.
"Just poke the wires through the hole and I'll grab them."
"Sure thing." Nathan smirked inwardly. There was an infinitely more interesting hole in the room he'd rather be poking things into. Not that he was in the habit of topping guys, but he would definitely make an exception if Aaron turned out to be a bottom; his gaydar was lighting up like an evergreen tree on Christmas Day. After pulling the wires through, Aaron crouched down in front of the cabinet and deftly hooked up a few connections.
Nathan stepped back out of his way when Aaron reached over the edge of the cabinet to retrieve the manual. He had to bite his lip to keep from groaning with admiration. Aaron was packing around the most luscious ass he'd ever seen. He could spend hours descending into the warm valley between those peaks with his tongue. Christ. He shifted uncomfortably. His dick didn't want to wait until Aaron finished setting up the equipment. It was straining to be released from the confines of his jeans right now, and he was inclined to listen to his dick.
"I think that's everything," Aaron said and turned around.
Nathan was pleased that he'd managed to keep himself from drooling, because Aaron was now studying his face, but a quick glance from Aaron in the direction of the obvious bulge in his pants would hopefully move things along in the direction of the bed. Nathan wasn't sure how much longer he could contain himself.
"I want to make sure everything is working for when my girlfriend comes over," continued Aaron.
Nathan couldn't take his eyes off Aaron's lips as he spoke. He could imagine those full kissable lips and that exquisite mouth encasing his cock and pulling sweetly on it. And then Aaron's soft brown eyes would gaze out from under those thick lashes when he came in his mouth, and they would be brimming with desire.
"Nathan?" Aaron touched Nathan's shoulder.
"Sorry… what did you say?"
"I was hoping you could help me test this thing before my girlfriend gets here. I'm not good at setting up remotes."
It felt like a blow to the gut. Aaron had a girlfriend, which meant he was straight, which meant Nathan was never going to have the opportunity to taste and consume the hot piece of man candy standing before him. He suddenly felt like he needed to sit down and he dropped into the beanbag sofa in front of the television. He motioned for the remote and began programming it.
"What's your girlfriend's name?" Nathan asked in an attempt to be polite, even though he really didn't want to know.
"Sarah," Aaron answered. "We've been together since high school." He grinned. "So almost seven years now."
"Perfect." Nathan handed the remote back to Aaron, literally climbed off the sofa and headed for his bed. "I need to lie down. I've been up since early this morning. Try to keep the noise down."
"Sure…" Aaron tossed the remote down and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Um… did you want me to tell Sarah that tonight's not such a good night for her to come over?"
"That would be sublime." The last thing he needed to see was some girl hanging all over the guy he'd been fantasizing about. He wanted to jack off to Aaron's unadulterated image at least twice before it was besmirched by the reality that Aaron preferred pussy.
Nathan hauled open his box and removed the comforter and pillow that occupied almost the entire inner space. The rest was taken up by the one sheet set he owned and a few books. He was too tired to deal with sheets and opted to roll himself up in the comforter and wedge himself against the wall, facing it.
Realizing he was going to require something to mop up with, Nathan removed his shirt, and stuffed it into the comforter with him. He shoulder checked, confirming Aaron was fully occupied with the video game he'd fired up. Shit. Aaron had just put the game on mute; which was thoughtful, but not very helpful as Nathan didn't exactly have a propensity for audio temperance when he came, and he desperately needed to cum.
Fuck it. I'm doing this.
Nathan unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them off past his hips, but the level of effort required to remain silent as he stroked his demanding cock was proving to be unattainable, so Nathan rolled away from the wall. If he kept an eye on Aaron, he would be able to feign sleep if Aaron turned around. He inadvertently moaned; his gut tightening, when Aaron stretched his shoulders out.
Fuck, he's beautiful.
Violence and gore continued to erupt across the massive television screen, but Nathan was completely fixated on Aaron's profile and the way he bit at his bottom lip when he was concentrating. Aaron's unconscious habit was also an anticipatory gesture, and that was how Nathan's mind perceived it.
And then Aaron licked his lips.
God damn.
A throaty groan escaped from Nathan before he'd even realized he was about to cum. He'd been so mesmerized by the sight of Aaron's soft pink tongue that he hadn't been paying attention to his own body. It was too late to retract the broadcast of his actions at this point. Aaron had already turned around and was watching him intently. Being at the point of no return, Nathan thought fuck it and yanked the comforter aside to give himself unrestricted access, and stroked himself through to completion.
He collapsed into his bedding, embarrassed, but deliriously happy, and laughed for the first time in days; Aaron was clapping and whistling wildly at his performance.
What a fucking lunatic. Love it.
Nathan grinned at Aaron and turned, looking for his shirt, but it had been lost in the struggle to free himself from his bindings.
"Here," Aaron said as he handed Nathan a box of tissues.
Nathan took a swipe at the mess on his stomach. "Thanks." He looked down at his chest and wiped away a few more drops of cum. "Sorry about that… it was a long flight."
"You missed some." Aaron reached forward and wiped a thumb across Nathan's cheek. "Don't worry about it. I jack off all the time… and besides, it was hugely entertaining." He settled his thumb in his mouth and sucked on it as Nathan watched with avid fascination. "I'm going to go see Sarah and let you get some sleep."
What the fuck?
Chapter Two
Nathan had been hoping that Aaron would've made additional advances on him in the six weeks they'd been rooming together; if that incident had even been an advance. Aaron didn't appear to be the least bit interested. Nathan was starting to think that maybe Aaron had absentmindedly sucked on his thumb after wiping the drop of cum from his face; but surely he would've noticed.
He dismissed the thought. It was Friday night, which meant the dorm room was strictly his until three in the morning. He and Aaron had worked out an arrangement, whereby they each had a night on the weekend that they wouldn't have to worry about being interrupted by the other. To date, Nathan hadn't made use of the arrangement, preferring to fuck his tricks off campus, but tonight he was considering bringing someone back with him.
He hadn't officially told Aaron he was gay yet, but Aaron knew he wasn't into hanging out at the pub on campus and preferred going to the clubs downtown, and when Sarah had suggested setting him up on a blind date with one of her friends, Aaron had politely shut her down. But it wasn't Aaron he was concerned about when it came to bringing guys back to the dorm. In fact, Nathan wasn't actually concerned about anybody. He just found the entire process of 'coming out' to a whole new group of people to be absolutely exhausting, and he preferred hanging back on open displays of his sexuality until everyone figured it out for themselves. And really, for the most part, it was nobody's business who he was fucking. He was proud to be gay, but his existence extended far beyond the activities of his dick on a Friday night, and most straight people seemed to have a problem wrapping their heads around that.
"Where are you going tonight?" Aaron asked as he ran a bit of product through his hair and scrunched at the curls until they settled delicately along his brow.
Nathan grinned. Aaron had to be the gayest straight guy he'd ever met; although he was constantly being reminded that Aaron's effeminate traits off the lacrosse field did not translate into weakness on the field. Aaron was a big guy and he knew how to throw his weight around. Nathan had the bruises to prove it.
"Same place as always," Nathan answered.
"I should go with you sometime."
"You'd throw me off my game."
"I could be your… what do they call it?" Aaron tapped his lip in thought. "I could be your wingman."
"You've got to be kidding me." Nathan looked at himself in the mirror. He wasn't stunning gorgeous like Aaron, but he could hold his own. His blonde hair and sleek toned body had served him well, but no one at the club would give him a second look if he showed up with his roommate. Aaron was every gay man's wet dream.
"What's wrong with that?" Aaron asked.
"What's wrong with that… is that you'd end up getting swarmed, and I'd end up getting a cab home on my own."
Aaron raised his eyebrows.
"Look, Aaron," Nathan continued. "As much as I'd like to have you tag along, I don't think you'd have a very good time."
"And why is that?"
Nathan scrubbed at his face. "Aaron, you do realize I'm gay, right? And visa vie… the club I go to is for queers."
"Are you saying that because I'm straight, I can't dance?" Aaron replied, setting his fists on his hips, which almost made Nathan burst out laughing. "Because if that's the case… I might have to haul your ass into court for discrimination based on stereotyping."
"Fine," Nathan replied. "Do you want to come with me?"
"No. Some of the guys have rented a bunch of porn, and I have a bucket of chicken wings and a case of beer with my name on it."
"You are such a goof." Nathan grinned, anticipating an additional response from Aaron. His roommate was an absolute riot when you got him wound up. They'd spent many hours creased up laughing on the floor after one or the other had inadvertently set off a chain reaction of escalating banter.
But right now there was only silence. Aaron had crossed his arms and taken on a bizarre countenance.
Nathan stepped back as Aaron approached, not sure what to expect from him; whereas his dick was prepared to lurch forward based solely on unfounded and lust filled hopes of Aaron kissing him with those gorgeous lips of his.
"I'm glad you finally decided to tell me you're gay," Aaron said as he brushed a strand of hair from Nathan's eyes.
"I figured you'd already worked it out for yourself anyways." Nathan bit his lip and dropped his gaze. Aaron was standing awfully close. And the way he was touching him. "You're alright with it?" He looked up into Aaron's eyes, waiting for a response.
God, he could get lost in those eyes.
The thought of them fluttering in ecstasy had Nathan seriously considering attacking Aaron's mouth.
"Yeah, I'm good, buddy." Aaron slammed his palm onto Nathan's shoulder, almost knocking him off balance. "Why wouldn't I be? Just keep it on your side of the room."
"Let me guess… because homosexuality is contagious?"
"No, I just don't want to find any butt plugs or anal beads on my side of the room." Aaron raised his eyebrows when Nathan looked at him strangely. "What? I have access to the internet. I'm not completely oblivious to what goes on between guys."
Nathan shook his head, chuckling to himself. He'd just now realized that Aaron wasn't the gayest straight man he'd ever met after all. His roommate probably couldn't walk a straight line if his life depended on it, but Aaron was so far in the closet it would take nothing short of a bulldozer to dig him out and that wasn't his job. It had been a lovely salacious thought, imagining himself and Aaron together, but the dream sequence was over and his ass was aching to be fucked.
"I need to get going," Nathan said. "I want to be in and out of the club before midnight, so I can spend a couple of hours with the guy before you wander your drunken ass back in here."
"So, you just head in there… snag someone… and bring him back here to fuck?"
"That's generally how it's done, yeah."
Aaron's eyebrows dipped and he rolled his shoulders. "Do you even bother getting to know the guy?"
Nathan checked his wallet for condoms and then tucked it into his back pocket. "What would be the point of that?"
"I don't know." Aaron wrapped his arms across his chest. "Maybe you would have something in common to talk about."
"Aaron, guys don't cruise gay bars looking for their next husband. They're looking for their next fuck. And time spent talking, means less time fucking."
"It just seems so impersonal."
"Sweetheart," Nathan said with his campiest voice. "By the time the night is over… if you haven't been up close and personal with every inch of that man's body… you're doing something wrong."
Aaron sighed. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Sarah is out with friends tonight, so I'm going to hang with some of the guys from the team for a while, and then I'll head over to Sarah's dorm later."
"Sounds like a plan." Nathan pounded on Aaron's back as he headed for the door. "I'll see you later. Have a good night."
****
The night was a complete bust. The temperature outside had dropped way below zero, compelling most people to stay home. Attendance at the club had been abysmal and Nathan had come away forty dollars lighter and twice as horny.
He rolled closer to the wall and hauled the comforter over his shoulders. It was bloody freezing in their room. The woollen socks and sweatpants he'd pulled on were barely making a difference. He'd checked the thermostat and it was registering a balmy twenty two degrees, which was complete bullshit. There was even a cold draft drifting across the floor; he was sure of it.
As if on queue, the door crashed open and Aaron spilled into the room with a waft of frigid air at his back.
"Oh, my god… I'm so cold," Aaron stammered.
"That's because it's winter, jackass. Close the fucking door."
"Christ, I can barely feel my fingers."
Nathan rolled back to face the room. "Where's your coat and your gloves?" He sat up straighter. "And your boots? Fuck, Aaron. What the fuck were you and the guys doing?" The lunatic looked as if he'd been liberated of every piece of warm clothing he owned.
"It's a long story," replied Aaron.
"Isn't it always with you?" Nathan climbed out of bed and started rooting around in Aaron's closet. He selected the warmest sweatpants and sweater he could find and a pair of thick socks. Aaron's pants were covered in snow and would soon be a wet reminder of whatever asinine activity Aaron had partaken in that evening. At least he wasn't drunk. Dealing with a hypothermic drunk person was not on Nathan's bucket list.
"Everything off," Nathan said, "and then put these on." He handed Aaron the clothes and climbed back into bed. Those few brief moments outside the relative warmth of his comforter had chilled him to the bone.
What the fuck?
Nathan shrieked as Aaron's icy cold hand found its way onto his bare shoulder. His icicle ridden roommate had climbed into bed behind him, and was attempting to spoon.
"Sorry," Aaron said. "My hands are a little cold."
Nathan tried to shift back to look over his shoulder, but Aaron was plastered tightly against him. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"I'm just so fucking cold. Please, don't throw me out." Aaron's teeth chattered in emphasis. Nathan couldn't be sure if Aaron was faking it or not, but then Aaron's entire body started shaking.
"God dammit, Aaron. Why do I have to suffer for your stupidity?" Nathan reached back to make sure the comforter was covering Aaron's body completely and then gripped his ass and hauled him closer. He shivered. Aaron was drawing the warmth from his body like a wick.
Fucking lunatic.
Nathan closed his eyes, trying to get comfortable, and sighed, contentedly, as Aaron's cold hand found its way onto his chest in search of a warm companion. Gripping Aaron's hand tightly in his own, Nathan soaked in the feeling of security provided by Aaron's gentle and familiar presence, and drifted off to sleep.
****
Normally, waking up with another man's morning erection jammed up against his ass would've fired Nathan up on all pistons, but he was going to take a moment to evaluate his situation first; much to the despair of his own throbbing cock. After careful consideration, he concluded that Aaron was obviously still asleep, or he would've moved away or gotten out of bed.
Nathan shifted forward to try and gain some distance.
"Don't get up yet." Aaron yawned and pulled Nathan back onto his hips, flooding Nathan's mind with possibilities. Aaron was so fucking hard against him, and if he wasn't mistaken, Aaron was beginning to grind on him, tentatively forcing the thick shaft of his dick to rub Nathan's crease. And the heavy breathing in Nathan's ear was a clear indication that Aaron wasn't doing something absentmindedly this time.
God, that feels good.
Nathan closed his eyes. "Aaron… what are you doing?"
"I'm rubbing my dick against your ass."
"I detected that all on my own." Nathan grasped Aaron's hand, pushing it down his body, and pressed it against his own rock hard dick. "My question is why?"
"You smell really good in the morning."
"That's your why?"
"That's my why."
Nathan shivered as Aaron slipped the hand he'd laid on his cock into the front of his sweatpants and started stroking him. This was definitely an advance.
Holy fuck… this is really happening.
Aaron kissed the curve of his neck and licked a long line up to his ear, taking the soft lobe into his mouth. Nathan groaned in disbelief. Maybe Aaron wasn't as deep in the closet as what he'd assumed. Maybe he'd done this before.
"I've never done anything like this before," Aaron whispered quietly and kissed Nathan's neck. "I'm not sure what to do."
Or maybe not.
Nathan reached back and ran his hand under the band of Aaron's sweatpants and hauled them off his hips. He needed to feel the warm flesh of Aaron's cock against his skin.
"Nathan?"
"Just listen to your body," Nathan replied, shifting as Aaron struggled to remove his sweatpants completely; the poor guy was so nervous he was shaking. "I'll guide you through the rest."
Nathan pulled his own pants down and rid his body of them, using his feet to peel them off his legs and shove them to the bottom of the bed. Aaron's thick cock was immediately back where it belonged, rubbing ardently against his ass.
"Where do you keep your condoms?" Aaron asked.
What? Aaron was planning on going all the way?
Nathan steadied his breathing. He hadn't expected that. He'd thought they'd just rub off against each other and leave the actual fucking for another time. Not that he was complaining. "Bedside drawer… the lube is in there as well."
The sound of the wrapper being torn, and the tantalizing snap of a condom securely in place, had Nathan's heart racing in anticipation, but he wondered whether or not Aaron would know what to do. The gay porn Aaron had probably been watching on the internet wasn't the most reliable source for gay sex advice.
Aaron's hand, slick with lube, slid down along Nathan's crease, straight through to his balls, and then backtracked. Nathan exhaled sharply as Aaron slipped a fingertip in past the outer rim of muscle and then retracted it.
Fuck.
Aaron wasn't sure of what he was doing.
"It helps to open me up," Nathan said. "So it doesn't hurt so much when you start fucking me."
Aaron breathing slowed. "It's going to hurt?"
"That's all part of it… the pain, pleasure boundary. Once you get going though, it's the most incredible feeling to be riding someone's dick like that. There's nothing else like it."