Problem with a One Night Stand Ch. 04

"Josh, I'm close, I'm—so close---fuck—oh, god." Barry was mumbling. Rather than taking his warning as a chance to pull off, but there was no way I was letting go. My own cock throbbed between my legs as I sucked him into my mouth as deep as I could, his thick head pressing against the back of my throat. He began to pulse, and with a strangled groan, he exploded into my throat. I swallowed around him, taking in all his juices as best I could. He was warm and salty, the perfect combination, and I eagerly licked his cock clean as he came down from his high. I sat up until I was kneeling before him, and our eyes met as I began to stroke my own cock in a series of quick, firm jerks. He held my gaze as I stroked myself to completion in just a few strokes, my cum splashing on his chest like the end of a porno. With a final grunt, I fell down on the mattress beside him, rolling onto my back and trying to catch my breath. Barry rolled over onto his side and watched me for a moment before he gave me another kiss. His kisses were addictive, and I hoped we could do every day.

"Fuck, that was incredible." He finally said.

"It really was." I agreed, shooting him a grin through my panting. "Your phone rang a whole bunch though. Are you late for something?'"

Barry glanced over at my clock. "Nah, not if practice was cancelled." He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed before climbing up and getting his phone from the night stand. He frowned at it when it began to ring in his hand for the fourth time. "Fuck." He muttered.

"Do you need to get it?" I asked him, sitting up and watching him. He was staring at his phone, but when I spoke to him, he looked up at me, panic in his eyes. The phone had stopped ringing, but it started to beep with multiple text messages. "Barry, just answer it. Whoever it is obviously wants to talk to you. It's not a big deal." I told him, bushing off the anxiety I was feeling. He looked really freaked out. All it took was one person that could possibly catch on and he was freaking out again.

"Shit." He muttered as it rang again. "I have to get it." He told me before he finally swiped across the screen and lifted the phone to his ear. "Hey baby." He greeted whoever was on the end, which I assumed was Casey. "What's up?" He turned away from me, his bare ass that I had admired all yesterday and today was right in my face, but he wasted no time grabbing the sweats and t-shirt I had leant him from the floor and hurriedly pulling them on. He was definitely getting lectured, and I watched in shame as he proceeded to pull on his socks and sneakers, still not really saying anything on the phone. I pulled the blanket over my own bare body, too ashamed with myself for sleeping with another straight guy with a girlfriend multiple times instead of finding a respectable gay man who would want me.

"No, I went out with Brian last night." My head snapped up at his lie. "We had a ton to drink and I ended up passing out at his place." His eyes met mine and he at least had the decency to look embarrassed. "Okay. I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes. Okay. See you in a few, baby." He hung up the phone and looked at me. "That was Casey."

"I figured." I snapped, pulling the blanket up to my neck.

"I...have to go." He muttered, gathering up his wallet and phone from the various places he had left things in our drunken scramble last night. "I'll see you later?"

"Sure." I plopped back on my bed and rolled away so I didn't have to watch him walk out the door. I had the urge to cry, but I knew it was not worth it. The door shut with a click behind him. He hadn't even bothered trying to explain anything, just ran off. He had said Casey was coming later in the week yesterday in the locker room. What was the big rush now? I cursed at myself under my breath. This is exactly why you don't have sex with straight guys.

I laid in my bed staring at the wall for quite some time, but ended up feeling pretty pathetic so I decided to get up and shower off the bar, rain, sex, and sweat from my skin. Surely I would feel better once I scrubbed out a little annoyance. By the time I was done, I had to go to my 10 am class anyway, so I sucked it up and made my way across campus to my lecture. The pouring rain matched my mood, dark and stormy. The rain drops were relentless as I kicked my way through puddles and into class. Luckily, it was a light day and I made it back to my room with plenty of time to get ready for our team workout. My room was in shambles from the night before so I picked it up a bit before I made my way down to the gym.

I struggled through a two-hour workout, but there was no sign of Barry there at any point. I forced myself no to ask anyone about it. My horrible mood from yesterday had returned with a vengeance, and I found myself practically seething by the time I made it to the locker room with the guys. So I made another mistake and chose the wrong guy, but he shouldn't have avoided me.

"Where was Smith today?" One of the other freshmen, Mikey, finally asked as everyone was changing.

"Casey came in early." Our other captain, Robby told us. "Something about an anniversary surprise. Barry won't be at practice all week."

"Must be nice to be at the top." Brian laughed from his spot at the end of the bench. "Although, he probably has some major groveling to do, so maybe he'll be single by the end of this little visit."

"Wouldn't be the worst thing for him." Robby pointed out. "He hasn't been happy for a long time. Getting out of things with Casey would probably be a relief for him."

Brian nodded in agreement. "Yeah, for sure. All I know is that Casey called me this morning to confirm that Barry was with me last night, and that is not something that happens in a functional relationship."

"Why would Casey call you?" Mikey gave him a confused look.

"Apparently Barry said he passed out drunk at my place last night, and Casey didn't believe it, so I got the phone call at about 9 this morning to see when Barry would be on his way back. Luckily I'm a good liar and the guy is my best friend, or shit would have hit the fan." He laughed. "Either way, Barry spent the night with someone last night and felt the need to lie about it, and Casey suspects it's not true." Call me crazy, but I swear Brian was looking at me. I put my head down and finished getting dressed, desperate to get out of there as quickly as possible.

I slammed my locker shut. "Well, I'm off to dinner. I'll see you guys in the morning." I told everyone. They all said their goodbyes and I ducked out of there relatively unscathed. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. I needed friends, real friends, not this nonsense that I had going on right now. Luckily, when I entered the dining hall in my dorm, I spotted Lindsey across the room staring intently at her laptop while eating a bowl of cereal. "Hey." I greeted her as I dropped my bag on the seat across from her. She smiled up at me, pulling her earbuds out as she did so. "Studying hard?"

"Nah, watching RuPaul." She grinned. "You know the school cut off the good channels."

"Oh right. Can I interrupt or do you want to watch that?"

"Don't be stupid." She said as she shut the laptop. "Go get some food, and come back here and tell me why you're pouting, and why you skipped class yesterday." I just grinned at her before I turned and grabbed a tray, filing it with a bunch of stuff before I went back. I was always starving after a work out, so the pile of food on my tray probably wouldn't last very long. "So what's up?" She asked.

"Nothing." I told her. "Just had a team work out cause practice was cancelled this morning with all this rain. Hopefully we get back out there tomorrow. I kind of miss the water. Soon it will be too cold for us to be on the water at 5 am and I don't know how we practice at that point."

She just shrugged. "Beats me. I don't think I have ever known anyone who rows before you."

"Anyway, how was your day?" I sked her, digging into a bowl of some kind of rice and chicken dish.

"It was fine, I guess. Nothing special." She pointed her spoon at me. "You owe me an explanation for skipping yesterday though. I'm not giving you my notes if you don't tell me why you abandoned me. I had to do the discussion questions with Michelle." She faked shivers, and I laughed.

"I'm sorry, I should have told you." I apologized. "I took off for the day with one of the guys from crew. We ended up going to some trampoline place for kids' birthday parties and to a bar. It was a fun day."

"That does sound fun. Who's the guy?"

"Just a teammate."

"Lies. You have glossy eyes. It's someone you like."

"What?" I laughed. "My yes are not glossy."

"They are. You got all glazed over as if you were thinking about some cute guy or something."

"That is not true. I don't do that." I argued back.

"Hey guys." Jason interrupted as he plopped a tray next to mine. "What's going on?"

"Josh was just about to tell me why he's lying about the guy that he has a crush on." Lindsey told him, shooting me a pointed glare.

"I don't have a crush on anyone." I argued back. "Seriously. It was just a day off from school where we got to do some fun stuff and blow off steam."

"With who?" Jason asked. "Sounds like a date."

I rolled my eyes at both of them. "Stop ganging up on me. It wasn't a date."

Lindsey huffed in annoyance, and Jason gave me a mischievous grin. "Well, that's interesting." He said, glancing between me and Lindsey. "Cause I swear I saw Barry Smith walking around campus in a Woodbridge Academy shirt today." I froze with my fork halfway to my mouth. "And I mean, as far as I know, you and I are the only ones who go here from our class."

"Well, isn't that interesting." Lindsey gave me a skeptical glance. "Because I'm pretty sure Barry Smith is a member of the crew team."

"I'm sure there are older alumni here too." I pointed out. "Maybe he's friends with one of them."

"That was my first thought." Jay agreed. "But then, I saw that it was a class of 2017 edition, and call me crazy, but I can say with 100% certainty that it's just you and me."

"And I assume it wasn't yours, since you have Matt, and no relationship with Barry, right?" Lindsey was talking to Jason, but kept her eyes on me.

"It wasn't mine." Jason agreed. "Which means that Josh here gave his shirt to Barry. And it seems kind of weird that someone would walk around in it if they had received it on another day, does it not?"

I dropped my fork on the table. 'Fine! He slept over last night, okay? Does that make you happy?"

"I knew it!" Lindsey exclaimed. "Good for you, Josh. It's about time you got over Andrew. He was treating you terribly and you get along so well with Barry. This could be a really good thing."

"Except he has a girlfriend who he ran off to go meet this morning. After he let me blow him." I stabbed angrily at my chicken. "It's nothing, please don't make it a big deal."

"I'm sorry, Josh." Jason patted my shoulder. "That sucks. You don't deserve that."

"Seriously. That's definitely not cool. Shame on him." Lindsey agreed. "You don't need that. We'll find you a really nice guy and everything will work out."

"If it makes you feel better, Matt and I were joking that you would make a really nice third in bed sometime." Jay grinned.

"Shut the fuck up." I laughed, shoving him off of me. "Thanks, though. You guys are great."

We ended up having a great time at dinner. Jason and Lindsey got along really well, and it made things easier that my two best friends got along so well. After we ate, Jay went back to his room to call Matt and get some work done, and Lindsey came up to my room with me to watch some TV. It ended up being a pretty nice way to end of the day, knowing that even if I never found a guy to love me, I would always have friends who would be there for me no matter what.

Practice the next morning was grueling. Robby decided to make us row our asses off to make up for the two days of missed time, and by the time we got back to the locker room, I felt like a blob of jelly. My whole body hurt in places I didn't even know that it could, and the warm shower was not nearly enough to make it better. The rain had finally cleared, but it was absolutely frigid in its place, so after practice I decided to head back to my room and get a warmer sweatshirt so I could tolerate the day. We had reached the point in the school year that no one cared about what they wore to class, but part of me would always worry. After wearing a blazer to class for four years, the thought of wearing sweats to class seemed unfathomable. I changed into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt and headed back out.

"Hey." Andrew greeted me as I made my way down the stairs. "Can we talk?"

"I don't think so." I told him. "I think that we should just go back to RA and resident and call it a day."

"You had sex with Barry Smith. I heard you." His jaw was set in a firm, straight line, and I felt a little guilty. "You are making a big mistake."

"Do you want to date me?" He didn't answer, and he couldn't even meet my gaze. "See? You don't want to meet with me in public, let alone date. You have no say in what I do with my time."

"Josh, it's not like that. It's just that this job I important to me. You wouldn't get it."

"So explain it to me." I crossed my arms across my chest. "Tell me why this is such a big deal, when I know damn well that it's not just about the money. All it looks like to me is you jerking me around and using me to your own advantage whenever you want. Is it that you're embarrassed to be seen with me? I'm a fucking catch, you know. You could only be so lucky as to get me." My angry outburst appeared to have startled me, because he got this look of sheer panic, that quickly morphed into something resembling shame. Good. He should feel guilty.

"It's not about the money. My father, well...he just has a hand in everything I do, okay? This is the one thing I have ever done for myself. If I lose this job because I can't keep my dick in my pants around a hot freshman, it will be another way he can point out that I am just a mediocre adult that can't do anything right." In that moment, I actually felt bad for him. He wasn't so different from me. I could count on one hand the number of times my father had even showed interest in my life, let alone told me he was proud of me. Andrew's desire to be good enough was something that hit home to me, and I kind of felt like I owed him another chance. "But seriously, hearing the sounds coming out of your room last night killed me. Give me a chance to make it up to you."

I squared my jaw off at that. It all just seemed too convenient, if you asked me. It was hard to trust that he meant it, and it was really annoying to know that he only cared because someone else showed interest in me. He certainly wouldn't beg for my attention before yesterday. Then again, maybe he was serious. Maybe all it took was a little jealousy to get him going. "Maybe. I'll think about it." I told him. "But I have to go to class, so I'll talk to you later."

"Come see me later. I'm here all day." He told me. I doubted I would come, but maybe giving him a chance to talk wouldn't be the worst thing I could do. I had to talk to Barry first, before I did anything else. I would much rather invest energy in this thing with Barry than with Andrew, but that had its own complications too. Like the problem of Casey. I wonder if Barry had told her about me. Maybe they would break up this week? Robby said they weren't happy, after all, so maybe it was possible. Surely, Barry would call me soon. There was no way the connection between us was one sided. He had to have felt it too.

Unfortunately, there was nothing but radio silence from Barry all week. I avoided Andrew like the plague, and pretty much scurried from practice to class to home, even taking most meals in my room. The longer I went without hearing from him, the more annoyed I got, and the lonelier I felt. I had texted him several times, but there was never any response. I couldn't take it anymore. By Friday night, I had decided that I was done with him. This was the night of their big anniversary date, after all. Clearly, six years was going to just keep on growing until it became more and more.

I let Lindsey, Jason, and Matt talk me into going to a frat party that night, even though it was the absolute last thing on earth I wanted to do, but it was supposed to be one of the biggest parties of the semester and they wouldn't take no for an answer. So after a bit of pregaming, I found myself following my friends down the street to one of the off campus fraternity houses, dressed to impress. Just in case. You never know when you might need to look good.

"Maybe Barry will be there." Lindsey told me. "Maybe he broke up with his girlfriend and has been waiting all week to see you."

"I appreciate the thought, Linds, but I don't think that's the case." I told her. "But I'm fine. I'm sure there will be plenty of good looking guys for me to flirt with." I still hadn't had the heart to fill her in on the stuff with Andrew, because quite frankly, I still wasn't sure what I thought about him, even after taking the whole week to think about it.

"You should come to Brown the next time Jay comes to visit me." Matt interrupted. "I know a ton of guys who would fight for a chance to hang out with you. Long distance isn't so bad, either. It's only a 90 minute train ride back and you guys could travel together if you meet someone you like."

"Maybe."

"That's a great idea!" Jay exclaimed. "We should totally set him up with Ryan!"

"Oh, yeah! He's coming to election night, so we can introduce you then and see how it goes." Matt added.

"Adam will be there that night so I don't think I'm going to go." I told them. "I kind of want to avoid all drama with him."

"I thought he had left you alone since school started?" Jay looked concerned, but I waved it off.

"It's fine, I just don't want to see him."

"You have to come." Matt insisted. "My dad is really looking forward to all of us being there. It obviously helps his appeal to have a bunch of gay teens backing him, but he also wants you guys to all get to enjoy a part of history, even if he doesn't win."

"You have to come, there's no saying no to him." Jay agreed. "I am still terrified of the man after all this time."

"Okay, fine." I agreed. "I'll go."

'Good." Matt nodded. "Now cheer up, we have some partying to do."

Lindsey grabbed my hand and we entered the frat house, which was already jam packed with people and the walls were thumping from the bass of the stereo system. We quickly split off in different directions, Jay and Matt heading one way while Lindsey and I headed towards the kitchen were the kegs were. It was a matter of time before we got separated as well, and I found some guys from the crew team while she flirted with a guy from her chem lab that she was interested in.

The guys and I spent a bunch of time talking about strategy and plans for an upcoming race on Sunday. I couldn't help but wonder if Barry would show up for the race or not, or if Robby would even let him participate since he had been out of practice all week. Then again, he was the other captain, and we needed him, so it wouldn't make sense to kick him out just because he had a busy week. That would never be allowed in high school sports, but maybe college was different. Plus, the crew guys were all so laid back and a tight knit family, so I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't an issue at all. Then again, if Barry came, would that mean Casey was there cheering him on from the shore? That would be more than I could handle. No one really cheered for the crew team except the occasional girlfriend or boyfriend.