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Nick (Sequel to JP)
The Green Eyd Monster
|Ryan looked across at Ashley as they sat at the table. She had told him that Mike’s American Grill was her favorite restaurant and so he decided to take her out there. They were known for their steaks and even though it was much more expensive then their previous dates, Ryan figured she deserved it. He had been rather distant to her lately, especially in the weeks since his former best friend almost raped his little sister. Ashley had to notice he was beating himself up inside for not coming to her aid; he was there, he should have stopped Luke…but he did nothing.
“This is so good,” she said, cutting into her steak.
“Yeah, I used to be able to eat three of these, no sweat,” he answered quietly. Ryan felt her eyes on him – those deep brown eyes that put him into a trance every time he gazed into them.
“Really?” she asked. “Even when you were modeling?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “I was constantly working out.”
“You know,” she began, “you should really think about going into modeling again.” Ryan looked over at her, suddenly feeling a little anxious. He hadn’t even considered it.
“No, I don’t think I should,” he shook his head, smiling nervously.
“Why not?” Ashley rebutted. “You’re a natural. I mean, just looking at you in this light, you have a gift.” She gently placed her hand on his arm, his huge forearm dwarfing her fingers. “You have flawless features, your body is gorgeous and don’t even get me started on your eyes.”
“Stop, please,” Ryan interrupted, putting down his fork. “I don’t want to model.” Ashley’s eyes seemed to ask for an explanation, one that he didn’t want to give; but how could he ignore them anymore? “Modeling was a great life, ok,” he explained. “I had everything I wanted, but that was the problem. Sometimes it was too much. I couldn’t handle it.” He caught a little smile on her face as she looked away for a brief moment.
“Modeling is a cutthroat business,” she said curiously, “or so I’ve heard.” There was something in her words that sounded strange, but Ryan couldn’t put a finger on it. He was probably reading into it too much as usual. “Ryan,” she went on, leaning closer to him, “from what you’ve told me and from what I’ve seen, you’ve really turned your life around…” She was gazing at him with those eyes and he was immediately smitten. “…and I respect you so much for that.”
“Thanks,” Ryan mumbled, moving in over the table toward Ashley. For the first time in his life, he had allowed himself to truly love someone…and he got the feeling that, in some way, she was thinking the same thing. The old Ryan only cared about getting into a girl’s pants, but after what he had been through, he knew life was so much more than that and it wasn’t until he met Ashley that he really began to figure it all out. That’s when it happened…their lips touched and the two started kissing. Ryan had made out with dozens – maybe even hundreds – of girls, but nothing was like what he felt as he kissed Ashley. Their lips interlocked perfectly, their tongues played lightly with each other inside their mouths. Ashley reached up a hand, gently held the back of Ryan’s head and she held it there even after they parted.
For Ryan, that one kiss had done it all. He no longer thought about Luke or his old life or even modeling. It was as if that one kiss had momentarily erased all that. He only thought about what could happen, how much better he could make himself. After all, Ashley deserved everything he could give…and then some.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?!” Ian screamed as he stormed into the locker room after football practice, tearing his pads off as he went and throwing them hard across the room. Nick’s eyes widened as he saw his former buddy – his sweat-drenched, heavily-muscled body filling his sleeveless shirt to the max – coming quickly toward him. With tremendous force, Ian grabbed Nick’s shirt and shoved him roughly against the lockers, making him wince with shock. “How the FUCK am I not quarterback?” he roared.
“What the…” Nick stammered, shocked and confused at the furious look in Ian’s eyes.
“How could you pick that dweeb Brandon over me?” he demanded, practically spitting in his face. “We’ve known each other since kindergarten. I should have been picked.” Oh shit, Nick thought. He knew Ian might be pissed that he had been passed over for the position, but he never thought he’d have this reaction. “What the fuck was your problem?” he went on, slamming Nick’s body into the lockers again, the veins in his arms throbbing, the balls of muscle in his biceps bulging wildly. They looked frightening from this close up; Nick swallowed hard, trying to think of some way to respond. “What’s your problem with me, huh?”
“You wanna know what my problem is?” Nick suddenly blurted, causing Ian to blink. “This.” He pushed against Ian’s chest – Jesus Christ, it was hard – shoving him out of his face.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ian hissed.
“This is exactly why I didn’t choose you,” Nick explained, “you—”
“No, I know why,” Ian grabbed at his neck and pushed into the lockers again, the back of Nick’s head hitting against the vent – ouch, that hurt. “You just didn’t want to be shown up by me. You knew I was a better player than you and you couldn’t handle it.”
“No, you can’t handle it,” Nick retorted. Ian paused for a second, but then narrowed his eyes.
“You fuckin’ sissy boy!” he spat. That finally raised Nick’s anger to its boiling point. With a roar, Nick pounced on him, trying to throw him to the ground. He only weighed 5 or 6 pounds more; he could easily take him down and show him who was better.
“Stop it, guys!” Billy somehow wedged his huge body between them, shoving Ian back against the lockers with one arm while forcing Nick down toward the bench with the other. “Relax, dude,” he turned to Ian, holding him in place with easy strength. Nick tilted his head sideways, so that he could see around Billy’s massive torso and continued to glare at Ian. The guy was a complete asshole; he only cared about himself and how he looked. That was the real reason why he had picked Brandon over him; Ian would never have been able to work as part of the team, he’d be too busy showing off.
“Get off of me, you retard!” Ian bellowed, struggling to break free from underneath Billy’s gigantic bulk. Billy briefly closed his eyes as he absorbed that taunt, but he otherwise didn’t seem to have a reaction to it. Meanwhile, some of the other guys whisked Nick away to the next row of lockers.
“Man, you alright?” Peter asked, a wild look of fear in his eyes. Nick could only imagine how scary seeing two of the biggest freshmen going at it might have looked to a small guy like him.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Nick mumbled. The back of his head was throbbing and there was a tear in his shirt, his left pec down to his nipple showing through.
“What the hell was that all about?” Brandon suddenly appeared. Nick looked over at him and his heart nearly skipped a beat. He was wearing an UnderArmor shirt that clung to every curve and contour of his perfectly sculpted body and his blond hair, wet with sweat, was matted to his forehead. Shit, the guy looked so hot. “What happened with Ian?” he asked, coming to Nick’s side.
“What do you think?” he answered, a little more bitterly than he meant to.
“It’s ok, he’ll get over it,” Brandon consoled, placing his hand on his shoulder. Instantly, Nick could feel the warmth from it and he began feeling better. How does he do that, he thought.
“I’m gonna take my shower,” Nick said. He needed to wind down.
“Ok,” Brandon answered, “I’ll see you later.” And with that, he jogged out of the locker room. Nick watched him as he went. God, he was gorgeous! That wide back, that narrow waist, that sexy bubble butt – the guy was a total stud. Fuck, what was he thinking? He had a girlfriend! Man, he had to stop looking at Brandon so much; it was driving him crazy.
With a sigh, Nick stripped down, headed into the showers and turned one of them on, letting the hot water pour down his chest and abs. Shit, his cock was aching so badly. He looked down at his raging 9-inch hard-on pointing straight up to the ceiling. Every time he saw Brandon, he got aroused. The guy was so hot, he couldn’t help it. Gently, he held his dick in his hands, feeling its heat and the blood coursing through the pulsing veins. No, he shouldn’t; it just didn’t seem right to jack off thinking about a guy when he had a girlfriend waiting for him at home. Quickly, he thought about anything he could to calm his dick down and after a few minutes, it began to work. Nick sighed. He was going to have to work on that.
Billy heaved his equipment over his shoulder and made his way outside to wait for his dad to come pick him up. No one ever believed him when he said that he didn’t even have a driver’s permit yet. At 6’2”, 230 pounds, Billy was a big kid. Well, he wasn’t all muscle or anything like Nick or Brandon, but he was huge. And he was starting to really enjoy it, too. He liked how people turned their heads – it no longer made him embarrassed. He liked how easily he could move through the crowded hallways – people just moved to let him pass. He even liked how the stairs at home creaked whenever he went up or down them. Yeah, Billy was big and he was beginning to get used to it. I mean, a year or so ago, he never would’ve been able to stop a fight like the one that had happened between Nick and Ian before. While he wasn’t sure, he knew it had something to do with Nick picking Brandon for quarterback instead of Ian. Ian was a jerk anyway. The guy had called Billy a retard, which he had never done before. Billy didn’t let it get to him because he knew that reacting to it would only be what Ian wanted and make the fight worse. Billy sighed. Yeah, a lot of things were changing…sometimes too fast for him.
“Hey, Billy,” Brandon came up behind him. “Good job on the field today. You’re looking really awesome out there.”
“Thanks,” Billy smiled. He liked Brandon. The guy was cool and seemed to know everything about everything.
“Didn’t I tell you you’d get more and more confident every day?” he said, beaming up at him with those gleaming white teeth of his.
“Yeah,” Billy replied. That was the truth; he no longer felt intimidated by a lot of things that used to scare him. Some days, he felt like he could take on the whole world. But there was one thing that still made him queasy. “Uh, Brandon?” he asked.
“What’s up?” Billy glanced over at a group of cheerleaders that were gathered further down the curb. Brandon followed his eyes and grinned. “Oh, is it the redhead?” Billy nodded. All of them were pretty, but that one redhead was stunning. “Go up there,” Brandon urged him.
“I don’t know what to say,” Billy protested. “Talking to girls is so complicated.” Brandon shook his head.
“Billy Boy,” he began, “it’s not as complicated as we guys sometimes make it.” He leaned in toward Billy and lowered his voice. “The number one thing you have to remember when talking to girls is to know your attributes and don’t pretend to be someone you’re not.” Billy furrowed his eyebrows; that seemed almost too easy.
“That’s it,” Brandon nodded.
“But it’s easy for someone like you,” Billy admitted. Brandon was extremely good-looking and charming. Girls practically drooled all over him.
“You’re not understanding me, Billy Boy,” he went on. “Every guy has something that’s attractable. Take you, for instance. You have a great smile.” Billy blushed at the compliment. “So when you walk up to a girl…you smile. That way, you have her attention. After that, you can just be yourself.”
“And that’s it.”
“Ok,” Billy said, taking in a deep breath. Here goes nothing, he thought. As smoothly as he possibly could, he headed up to the redhead. Sensing him, she turned toward. Damn, she was pretty! “Um, hi,” he greeted her, remembering to smile, “I’m Billy.” Immediately, she smiled back.
“I’m Trish,” she answered. Wow, it worked…but now what. Billy looked briefly over his shoulder at Brandon who was subtly gesturing him to continue.
“I, uh, just got done with football practice,” he stated.
“I can see that,” Trish replied, pointing to the football equipment that was still slung over his shoulder. Duh! That was stupid. But he kept smiling.
“Um, you gonna be at football games this season?” he asked. She giggled quietly.
“I’m a cheerleader,” she smirked. “Of course I will.” Billy bit his lip. God, this was going downhill fast; his heart was beating rapidly and he could feel his palms sweating. “Well,” Trish went on, “I guess I’ll see you around?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” Billy nodded, smiling one more time before retreating back to the comfort of Brandon’s side.
“That wasn’t bad, dude,” he commented, smiling broadly.
“Are you kidding me?” Billy shook his head. “I looked like an idiot to her.” Brandon wrapped an arm around his wide shoulders.
“But you kept smiling and you attracted her attention.” He laughed. “We’ll just have to work on the topic of conversation thing a bit.”
Ian let out a few primal grunts as he leaned against the gym wall, banging some ridiculously hot chick. He couldn’t remember her name – she probably never even told him – but who cared. She was hot and he was giving her the fuck of a lifetime. Her leg was wrapped around his thigh as he railed her, their lips frantically all over each other’s neck and shoulders. She couldn’t stop feeling up his arms and chest; she was so turned on by him…and that turned Ian on even more. When at last Ian splooged violently into her – throwing the girl into delirium in the process – he looked her straight in the eyes and smirked.
“Was that good, or what?” he said, pulling up his shorts.
“Amazing,” she replied distantly. Ian always put them into a daze; he didn’t know anyone who could deliver like he could. “I wanna ask you something,” the girl went on.
“You’re on the football team, right?” she asked, glancing lustfully at his abs.
“Of course,” he answered. “Where else do you think I use this body.” He bounced his pecs, making her laugh. They always did when he did that.
“Do you know Brandon Jones?” Ian’s face immediately fell. Who the fuck cared about Brandon Jones? “He’s pretty hot and I heard he doesn’t have a girlfriend. Do you know him?”
“Yeah, but,” Ian sneered, “you wouldn’t like him.”
“His dick’s like two inches,” he answered, smiling. That’ll teach him to mess with Ian Antoncelli. “And that was when he has a hard-on.”
“Really?” The girl’s eyes were wide as saucers. She was eating up every word.
“Honest to God,” Ian swore, cracking up inside. He couldn’t believe that this chick believed him. Hell, they’d believe anything a hot guy like him would say. “Fuck, I gotta go,” he blurted, checking his watch.
“Maybe we can do this again some time,” the girl whined, suddenly looking downtrodden.
“Yeah, whatever,” Ian answered back, only half-listening to her. He gathered together his football stuff and headed back toward the parking lot for his bike. There, Rick Stevens was waiting for him. Ian smiled; Rick practically worshipped the ground he walked on. He did anything he asked – no, told – him to.
“Where were you?” Rick asked. Ian grinned.
“Fucking some chick behind the gym,” he explained. Rick shook his head in awe. You only wish you had the cock I do, Ian thought. But right now, there was something else on his mind. “Listen,” he began, “I need you to do me a favor.”
“What is it?” Rick instantly jumped up.
“You know that shit Luke Johnson used to get big?”
“You mean the steroid pills?” Ian shook his head.
“I’m already taking those,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m talking about the stuff he took to get really big, like fuckin’ enormous.”
“Oh, you’re talking about…” His voice trailed off and he gulped, but Ian grinned even broader.
“Do you know where he got it?” Ian’s nerves tingled at the thought of it all.
“You’re not seriously thinking about taking that shit, are you?” Rick asked anxiously.
“It worked for him, didn’t it?” Ian scoffed. “The guy was huge.”
“Yeah, but he’s in jail now.” Ian could tell Rick was trying to reason with him. Yeah, steroids could be dangerous stuff, but Ian knew what he was doing. Besides, like Rick knew anything; the dude was a scrawny, little dork.
“That’s only because Luke was an idiot,” he said. “I’m already better than he ever was anyway.”
“I don’t know…” Ian could tell Rick was about to crack.
“Oh, come on,” he prodded, shoving him lightly on the shoulder – a move that nearly knocked him over. “Don’t you wanna see me get even bigger?” Rick sighed and after hesitating for another moment, pulled a pen out of his backpack and ripped off a page from a notebook. Ian could practically feel his muscles pulsing as he watched the kid write down a phone number.
“Here,” he said, handing the paper over to him, “he’s usually there at night.” It was obvious that Rick wasn’t keen on giving up this information, but Ian didn’t care. He was going to get huge and strong…much stronger than Brandon ever could be. Then, Nick and Coach Palmer wouldn’t be able to ignore Ian anymore. They’d have to make him the star quarterback. Ian already drooled at the prospect of having the most powerful position in the entire school. He’d be able to do anything he wanted, fuck any girl he wanted. Hell, everyone would be worshipping him. Fuck, that’d be awesome!
“Thanks, man,” Ian said, punching Rick on the shoulder. He winced and rubbed the spot. With that, Ian hopped on his bike and started home. He’d call the guy tonight and pretty soon, his entire life was going to change once again. Heck, everyone’s life was going to change.
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