Brad & Nick

Chapter three: first dates

"You're horrible," Sam chuckled. "When was the last time you've played this Xbox? It looks a little dusty."

"Hey! I've been busy," I retorted as the doorbell chimed. "Thank god. I'm starving."

I grabbed my wallet, opening the door to see it wasn't the pizza guy. It was Troy. I bit my lip, shoving him outside as I closed the door behind me.

"Troy," I rasped. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you," Troy muttered. "Did you get my texts?"

"I did," I retorted. "But I'm a little busy right now. I – I kind of have company over. So you have to go."

Troy bit his lip, glancing through my window. "So you and Sam are a thing now?"

I let out a laugh. Was he seriously doing this right now? Troy playing the jealous card. Where was this attitude when he and I were dating? I swore underneath my breath.

"It's none of your business Troy," I snorted. "You and I aren't together. Why don't you go fuck whoever's next on the list?"

Troy bit his lip. "Oh? So it's like that now, Nick. You know what? Don't text me again. Next time you're feeling horny, jerk yourself off."

"Don't worry," I huffed. "I won't. Consider your number erased from my phone."

Troy flashed his middle finger as he slid into his car, slamming the door shut behind him. He sped out of my driveway, calling me an asshole, as he disappeared down the end of the street. I slammed my front door shut, running my fingers through my hair as I walked back into the living room. Sam raised an eyebrow at me.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked.

"No," I groaned crashing back onto my couch. Just as I sat down the doorbell chimed again.

"I'll get it," Sam offered walking to the door. He returned a few seconds later with the pizza in his hand, and a wide grin on his face. I had never been happier to see pizza in my entire life. Between Sam and I, we finished two large pizzas. Sam ate majority of it though.

"I'm technically not supposed to be eating pizza," I commented. "My Coach would destroy me if he saw me eating pizza. We're all on this high protein, low fat diet. It's slowly killing me."

Sam chuckled patting his stomach. "I can eat whatever I want whenever want. You know you should join the football team. We're looking for a new kicker."

"Eh no thanks," I smirked. "I'm going to stick with European futebol. Me and American football don't go so well together."

Sam gave me a devious smirk. "I mean I think we go pretty well together or am I just completely imagining this?"

Sam brought his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly. His hands slid down my chin as he pulled me closer to him, his lips not leaving mine. I let out a soft groan as he pulled on my lower lip with his teeth. The guy was a great kisser. I had to hand it to him. His lips were ridiculously soft almost like pressing my lips onto two pillows. I could kiss him forever. I slid my hand onto his knee casually as he pushed his tongue in between my lips.

As his tongue flicked against mine, I slid my hand up his thigh deviously. Brad would not approve at all. He said no sex on the first date. He never said I couldn't test the waters out a bit. Sam let out a deep throaty moan as soon as my hand brushed across his member. That sound was enough to make me stiff. All I could think about was him making that sound over and over again. Before I could take it any further, he grabbed my hand, clearing his throat.

"Nick," Sam smirked adjusting himself in his jeans. "You keep doing that you're going to make me do something I'm going to regret later. It's kind of getting late."