Locked Out of Spring Break (REWRITING)

Chapter 11: Accepting Defeat

Short chapter but there's a reason for that. I promise the next chapters will be longer. 

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"What are you talking about, Rico?" I growl.

I feel him wiggle his butt some more, as a rush of more excitement becomes of me. "You're hard, Jake." 

"So?" I combat, "We males get erections consistently." 

"You're hard for me, Jake," he states cockily. "So, you do feel something obviously."

"Don't flatter yourself, Rico," I yawn, "I'm always erect before I begin resting." 

"But, you weren't a moment ago, when you literally beat my ass or when I was on top of you on the mats."

I sigh, making my grasp around him firmer. "I'm not hard for you, Rico." 

He happily remarks, "Well, you're hard from kissing me, Jake." 

"I'm not hard for you, Rico," I repeat. 

"Then, you tell me what you're hard from, Jake," he confidently provokes. 

I remain silent, trying to come up with a believable alibi that he'll believe. 

"See? You are hard for me," he eagerly states, purposely wiggling his butt, "So, you did feel something for a guy."

"Correction: I'm hard from imagining myself kissing a girl," I lie. 

"No," he replies, not convinced, "You're hard for me."

"Rico, I'm hard from picturing myself kissing a girl," I repeat, "And you made it a lot easier to imagine with your effeminate moans and the easy access of controlling you."

I feel his body droop. "Easy access?" he sneers. 

"I just happened notice your need to be controlled," I tiredly mumble, in satisfaction of him buying my lie. 

Several moments of silence pass until he asks,"Well, are you going to get rid of it?" 

"I will in the morning," I respond. 

"Alright, goodnight," he remarks. 

"Goodnight, Rico," I murmur, holding him closer to me.

~*~

"Jake," Rico says, shaking me from my sleep. 

"What?" I groan, awakening. "What is it, Rico?" 

He kisses my lips. "You turned the other way and stopped holding me."

I sigh, "That woke you up?" 

"Honestly, I haven't been asleep at all," he admits. 

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you, Rico?" 

He lays his head on my chest. "Maybe just a little," he responds, lifting his head a little, "Kiss me again, Jake." 

"You kiss me, Rico," I sigh, "I'm tired."

He leans in, kissing me. Pulling back, he grins. "You looked so peaceful sleeping, baby."

I roll my eyes. "Then, why the hell did you wake me up?" 

"Because you're more annoying when you're quiet than you are when you're talking."

I look at him in annoyance. "And you're a needy bastard," I insult. 

"But, I'm your needy bastard," he remarks, kissing my jaw. 

"Rico, like I said, I'll never feel anything towards any male."