Winner takes it all

CALIPRESSIE!!!!

Warning: Ree!porns ahead.  Read on at your own risk xD

It was a chilly winter day with the weatherman threatening with the onset of snow. The cold temperatures, however, were of no concern for him or to many of the people gathered on and around the sports field. The crowd roared and cheered while the players raced around the field in little more than a t-shirt and shorts. Raleigh had never been a sporty person. Back in school he had avoided any form of physical education as best he could before getting caught and forced to run around the track. He wasn’t actually bad at track running, either. Long legs gave him an advantage, but it was the whole ‘being outdoors and doing boring exercise’ that turned Raleigh against sports and such things. He never tried out for the running team, and he certainly avoided the students that were the sporty type. Raleigh may never have been low on the social ladder, but he certainly knew which cliques he was best staying away from. Most of the school didn’t seem to fit into such stereotypes and there was so much overlap that the lines were blurred, but it still lingered. Even after years away from the school, Raleigh could still point out who was in which group and why.

He liked how Elliot didn’t fit into the groups the way many did. He was sporty – racing around the field with skill and speed. Soccer had never been of interest at all to Raleigh but seeing how excited Elliot was about the sport made him take a little more interest in it. He didn’t understand all the rules and he certainly didn’t like how some of the players treated the opposing team, but he knew when to cheer and when to boo. He yelled as loud as possible and cheered like a madman when it was Elliot that scored the winning goal. He wanted to race down and gather up his little winner in his arms and shower him with kisses, but the team swarmed around their champion and displayed their glee and triumph by hefting the lad up and carrying him into the locker room with shouts and calls of happiness. Raleigh stood there with the wind playing through the loose strands of his hair and stinging at his cheek. Lake was bouncing up and down on his heels beside him with one hand clutched in the grasp of Dimitri who stood on Lake’s opposite side.

Dimitri would forever unnerve Raleigh. Raleigh didn’t know what he had to be jealous about – Lake simply adored him. Raleigh had only ever been a crush to Lake, and crushes came and went. Lake was in love with Dimitri. That was a bond that nothing could come between them; especially not someone like Raleigh.

Wanting to go and congratulate Elliot on his success, Raleigh playfully ruffled Lake’s hair as he pushed past. The crowd was dispersing now, with the proud parents and friends heading off too. Lake would probably find his way to Elliot later and give his younger friend a bear hug and announce his amazement of just how great Elliot was. He’d watched Elliot play many times – he’d been there for the wins and the losses. This was Raleigh’s first time to see Elliot in action. Work had battled him many times, and for the earlier tournament games only students and family had been allowed to come along and watch. This was the big cup game though. Neither Hell nor high waters were going to keep Raleigh away and he had been there to see Elliot score that winning goal. The other soccer players undoubtedly had their own plans on how they were going to celebrate, but Raleigh had a completely different idea in mind; an idea that only involved the champion and himself.

Smiling to himself as he walked through familiar halls, his gaze wandered over the decorated walls. Once upon a time his own work had been displayed on the boards for all to see. Several times his art had featured in prominent displays. Now there were names he didn’t know or recognise. He hopped he’d see something from a name he knew of, or at least a person Lake or Elliot had mentioned but there seemed to be no one as he made his way to the locker rooms where the soccer team had carried Elliot to. Before he was able to reach his destination, however, a familiar voice piped up and broke through his thoughts.

“I thought I saw you in here!” called the history professor as she came up to him. “You do know you’re not supposed to be in here without a visitors pass, right?”

He smiled back at her, shaking his head. “Sorry, Miss Munroe, I just wanted to congratulate the one who scored the winning goal in person.”

“You still need a pass, Raleigh,” she replied, shaking her head. “I can go and ask him to wait for you, but you need to get the pass. I wish I could just let you on slip through, but you remember the rules,” she explained, reaching out and giving his arm a friendly squeeze. “And you can call me Madeline even in school. I’m not your teacher anymore.”

He nodded, giving in to her. He’d never been able to say no to her when she’d been his history professor. Nothing much had changed now. Before moving on, he glanced back to the doors where his desired treasure was, hoping that the teammates didn’t decided to head off early for pizza and that Madeline was able to convince him to stay behind and wait. He didn’t want to come back to find Elliot all wrapped up in his winter gear, ready to head home. Raleigh wanted to make use of that soccer uniform that Elliot wore so well, as he dribbled the ball over the grassy field.

“I’ll bring you some lunch on Thursday!” Madeline called as Raleigh retreated. “I don’t want you working so hard that you forget to eat.”

That was something about coming to this school; some of the teacher’s cared beyond their duty. Madeline could just chalk him off as nothing more than a previous student, but even after moving away from New York for a few years, she had remained close to him. She took his jokes of being a ‘starving artist’ quite literally and often brought him food and tales of her life. A few times she’d even brought her twins along. Raleigh was glad they were still little more than babies otherwise he worried they’d be in his art materials. Christian had just slept the entire visit and Isobel had amused herself by chewing on a plastic spoon, occasionally banging it against the side of her chair and laughing gleefully like the whole thing was the greatest thing in the world.

It took a lot longer than he liked to gain the visitors pass and when he got back to the corridor outside the locker room there was little sign of anyone around. There was a text on his phone from Lake announcing he was off to meet his friend Zak. There was no message from Elliot, which meant that Raleigh could only hope that the soccer team hadn’t kidnapped him.

Slipping inside, there was Elliot sitting on one of the benches with nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his blond hair. Part of Raleigh felt disappointed that the younger male was no longer wearing his soccer uniform but it was silenced as the rest of his body reminded him that Elliot was sitting alone in little more than a towel, and that he was damp and warm from his shower. Elliot was taping up his knee and didn’t notice that Raleigh was even there until he slipped right up to him and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his forehead. He then looked up at smiled as Raleigh hovered over him. “Miss Munroe caught you sneaking around the school without a pass,” he said with a grin.

“I just couldn’t wait to see you that I forgot all about it. I got one now though.” He flashed the laminated pass that was pinned to the shirt he was wearing inside his coat. Being indoors after standing in the cold had warmed him up enough to unfasten the buttons of his military blue peacoat. “Where’s the rest of your team?”

“They went ahead for pizza. They wanted me to come but I told them I had to meet with someone first.” His hands reached out and found Raleigh’s, linking their fingers together. “I’m glad you were able to make it. I didn’t think I’d be able to play, but then I saw you in the stands and I told myself I wouldn’t lose.”

Raleigh smiled back down at him, squeezing Elliot’s fingers with his own. “Win or lose, you’ll always be a winner to me.” He leaned down even more until their noses touched. “But I’m really happy that you won. It means I get to celebrate your win.” Pushing forwards he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against Elliot’s. The fingers in his hand clutched tighter as their lips brushed over one another’s, Raleigh slipping his tongue into Elliot’s mouth when an opening presented itself. As he stroked his tongue over Elliot’s, relishing in the feeling of his warm, wet mouth he felt the fingers holding him loosen. Taking advantage of the lax grip, Raleigh pulled his hands away to press his palms to the younger male’s cheeks, caressing his face before pushing up to sink his fingers into the wet tangles of hair.

They kissed like that for a while; nothing but the sounds of lips and heavy breathing through their noses until the awkwardness of the position gnawed on Raleigh’s spine. Pulling back to breath and straighten out his body, Raleigh watched Elliot sit there completely breathless and a tint of red spreading on his cheeks. Shrugging off his coat, Raleigh tossed it onto the bench beside Elliot before he too took up space on the wooden slates, stretching out his legs before him. He kept watch on his little soccer player through the corner of his eye, lips curled into a devilish grin while his mind worked out ideas of they could do in this empty locker room. They had every chance of being caught, but right now all he wanted to do was pull Elliot up and onto his lap.

Which is exactly what he did.

The towel tugged loose with the movement and the stretch when Elliot’s legs came to wrap around Raleigh’s waist. Hands were placed around and low to keep it from falling onto the floor, and that grin on his face seemed to increase as he glanced down at the opening and what was presented to him. “I was rather hoping you’d still be in the soccer kit,” he said, one hand brushing the back of his knuckles down Elliot’s cheek while the other snuck between the edges of the towel to wrap his fingers around the source of heat found within. “But nothing is better than you being completely naked,” he added with a purr, leaning in to sprinkle kisses all over Elliot’s neck, nuzzling in and breathing in the scent of shower, soap and Elliot.

Elliot’s own hands were at his back, trying to find purchase and grip in the fabric of his shirt while his breathing remained in that breathless state, a small laugh rumbling through him. “What is it with you and uniforms?” he asked between pants. Hips pushed up against Raleigh’s hand and his head tilted away to expose more of that creamy skinned neck to tormenting lips.

“It’s more you in uniforms, and not the cross-dressing uniforms,” Raleigh replied huskily, brushing his lips over and along Elliot’s neck and shoulder as he spoke. “When I saw you in those shorts I just wanted to eat you all up.” Tongue darted out to draw over his skin, ducking his head down to swirl it around a nipple, nipping at it and enjoying the small sound that escaped Elliot at the touch. A sound that was a prelude to what he could bring out of him. Meanwhile, beneath the folds of the towel Raleigh was still stroking his hand up and down Elliot’s length, sweeping his thumb over the tip every now and again. More hidden sounds bubbled up from within the depths of Elliot’s chest, but they were nothing yet, compared to the chorus that he sang when he allowed himself to.

Lifting his head, he kissed Elliot’s lips once more. “Not to mention when you scored that goal – I was ready to run down and have my way with you right there on the pitch.”

Elliot blushed even more at the comment, ducking his head to hide under his bangs. Raleigh didn’t allow him to hide for too long, lifting his free hand to curl fingertips under the other’s chin and tilt his head back up, smiling at his face before kissing him again. Tongue swept out at the bottom lip before teeth nibbled affectionately.

“You’re so cute when you blush. Just the sight of it makes me so hard.” He smiled and removed his hand, wrapping them at Elliot’s waist again and placing him down. Before Elliot had chance to protest about anything, Raleigh was kneeling before him, pushing away the sides of the towel so that Elliot was completely naked. Sliding his hands along Elliot’s smooth thighs, he pushed them apart to lean in and this time his tongue was sweeping along the length of Elliot’s erection. Still the noises that slipped beyond Elliot’s parted lips were little more than hints at the noises he could make. Raleigh always saw it as a challenge on how long they could go until Elliot caved and the moans came in such an unabashed manner that it forced Raleigh’s heart to skip a beat whenever his own name was said in the throes of passion. Lips opened at the head of Elliot’s cock, and Raleigh took his young lover into his mouth in one long, single motion.

“Ra…Ra….” Elliot’s fingers were in his hair, forcing it out of the hair tie that had kept most of the flaming red locks back until the curls tumbled down over the back of his neck and shoulders. He could feel the strands tickling his own cheek as he moved his head, tongue dancing along the underside of Elliot’s cock. Elliot was arched on the seat with his head tilted back, blush now a constant red stain on his face. Raleigh sucked harder and there came another glimmer of a moan from within Elliot, but as of yet nothing.

“Ra…Raleigh…I...I’m…”

Raleigh hummed in his throat, pulling back with a long, affectionate lick. “No, you’re not,” he whispered with a wicked grin on his face. His own fingers rose to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, Elliot’s own hands joining in and pushing the fabric away, nails raking over his shoulders when the flesh was exposed. Elliot was rarely ever forceful, but for the moments where he was Raleigh let out an aroused growl and pushed back against the nails, encouraging the harsher touched to his own body. With his shirt on the tiled floor he stood up, lifting Elliot with him. Legs and arms wrapped around him instinctively to help Raleigh keep him up in the air until his back pressed against the cool surface of the lockers. One hand moved to slid along the outside of Elliot’s thigh until it cupped his backside and gave it an appreciative squeeze. “You will soon though,” Raleigh added with another low growl as his fingers moved onwards until he pushed one inside Elliot’s body.

Elliot arched with a soft moan, hands clinging to Raleigh’s upper arms. He writhed in Raleigh’s grip, his quiet moans getting increasingly louder with each movement of Raleigh’s hand, a louder sound erupting from his throat when Raleigh slipped a second finger inside, scissoring the digits apart. While his hand worked on stretching Elliot, Raleigh’s lips moved in to drink up all the sounds his lover was making in heated kisses or crushing lips and battling tongues. Elliot’s hands were once again in his hair, tangling within the locks. It didn’t seem to matter to either of them just how public they were and that at any second someone could come in and find them. What mattered to them was enjoying each other’s body and company, relishing in the closeness that came from the whole physical act.

“Raleigh…I…need you.”

“Mmnnn…”

Removing his fingers from within Elliot’s body, Raleigh moved his hands to unfasten his pants. Everything had been so rushed and the desire swimming through his veins had neglected to remind him to remove his own clothes. Not that it mattered now as he held Elliot closer and prepared to enter him. He was slow and cautious, but once he could feel everything about the other male that he desired and adored wrap around his cock Raleigh let out a long and low moan. Elliot titled his head back and for a brief moment Raleigh feared he’d smack his head against the metal locker door, but as he began moving his hips and Elliot rocked back in reply everything was forgotten. The sounds that had been hidden within Elliot’s chest began bubbling to the surface and Raleigh swallowed them in their kisses until he needed to breathe. Nose buried into the crook of where neck met shoulder while both hands gripped Elliot’s hips as he thrust inside that amazing body. Elliot was clinging to him still, legs locked around his waist and fingers sinking nails into Raleigh’s skin and leaving behind little red crescents. One hand slipped and he reached up, gripping onto the top of the lockers to keep balanced – the action entirely reflexive since he was too focused on the man holding him and the feeling of him within his body.

“Aaahh…Raleigh!”

Raleigh growled low in his throat, teeth biting at Elliot’s throat. Elliot was moaning louder now, the sounds echoing in the empty tiled room. He was finally allowing those hidden noises to erupt from his chest while the rest of his body exploded, splattering over Raleigh’s chest and his own. He shuddered against Raleigh while the older male soon followed suit with a moan of his own. The frantic speed ebbed away until they were both slowing to a halt. Breathing heavily Raleigh lifted his head to press their foreheads together, grinning lazily down at Elliot.

“Well, this was a first,” Raleigh chuckled. He could feel his own sweat rolling down his back and the pain starting to rise from the scratches. “Never had sex in a locker room before.”

Elliot, however, was blushing with renewed force. When Raleigh noticed it he arched a brow and a smug grin settled onto his lips. “Eli…?”

“Hmmm…?”

“Have you wanted to do this?” While Elliot wasn’t entirely reserved about their relationship when it came to things of a more intimate nature, he wasn’t exactly one for something as public as this. It was only now that Raleigh picked up on the fact that he had faced no resistance whatsoever from his boyfriend.

The blush dusting Elliot’s cheeks increased in vibrancy. “Maybe…” he mumbled.

Raleigh just laughed, lowering Elliot to the floor to stand on shaky legs. Pulling up his pants, Raleigh stepped back to sit on the bench, tugging Elliot back to sit on his lap again. They could clean themselves up in a minute; right now he wanted to just enjoy this whole new discovery and the afterglow of sex. “I think it is simply amazing every time I discover a new fantasy of yours,” Raleigh explained while his fingers drifted up and down Elliot’s spine. “I love you.”








....I didn't know how to end it, so I ended it there x)  Just make up what went on afterwards yourself.