Soccer Practice
Title: Soccer Practice
Author: chic734
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zack Merrick and John O’Callaghan
Summary: John knew his way around balls.
Disclaimer: xandra827 and I wish this was real, however it is not, as far as we know.
Beta: xandra827 who I owe my life to for pressuring me to write this, and writing the html for me.
Author’s Note: Bby Zack and present John.
John, my new soccer coach of sorts, was over at my house, and we were outside practicing, just like we did every afternoon. I wanted to make the team so badly that I begged my mom to hire a coach who could help me train and get ready for the tryouts.
That day it was so fucking hot out. I had sweat dripping from my hair and my face, and my shirt had long ago come off. John’s shirt was soaked and his hair was practically plastered to his forehead from the sweat.
After awhile we went inside to cool off and get some drinks. John took his shirt off and threw it down on the grass before entering the house. Once in the kitchen I got out two glasses and filled them with ice, handing one to John and keeping one for myself. We filled them from the tap and downed them in one go. I filled mine up again and hopped up on the counter next to the sink. John refilled his and came over to stand by me.
“You’re starting to get really good,” he said, smiling at me before taking another sip of his water.
“Yeah right.” I laughed. “You’re way better than me.”
“Well, yeah.” He laughed. “But you’re still getting good.”
“Thanks John,” I said, smiling genuinely at him. “And thanks for sticking with me even though I’ve had some rough patches.”
“No problem at all Zack.” He returned the smile and shook his head. “It’s been my pleasure really. I love helping people play better. Soccer is basically my life and I love sharing it with others.”
We continued chatting, about the sport, about how my training was going, but then the conversation headed towards more personal things. We talked about my school, my friends, stuff like that. John was so easy to talk to, even though he was older than me. He seemed so much younger because he loved to tell jokes and goof around like a little kid. It was one of the things I really liked about him. That and he was a great soccer player.
“So, last year we all went down by the lake and we started to-”
“You’ve got something…” John interrupted me, reaching towards my face. “There.” He reached his thumb out and brushed it softly against my cheek, just below my eye. He removed his thumb and held it up, revealing an eyelash that he had just found on my face. “Make a wish,” he said smiling.
He was really close to me now. His knees were almost touching the cabinets underneath the counter that I was sitting on. And he was making no attempt at moving back. He just kept looking at me and smiling. He was kind of weirding me out to be honest, but I didn’t want to say anything in case I sounded rude. So I just kind of smiled awkwardly back at him.
Then things got even weirder. He was inching his face closer and closer to mine. I involuntarily moved mine back farther, away from John, but there was only so far I could go before he caught up with me, capturing my lips softly within his. I was so stunned that I couldn’t even move at first. He moved his lips slowly against mine but I just sat there, stiff as a board, my eyes wide open. I could barely even process what was happening. But after a couple of seconds I realized what was going on and my eyes fluttered shut involuntarily. Then I took another second to think about it and I pushed John away forcefully.
“What the hell?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I thought… I just… Sorry,” he repeated, hanging his head and looking at the floor.
“I don’t know what you thought, but I’m not gay,” I protested, almost trying to convince myself as much as him. I didn’t know what the hell was happening, why I wasn’t as disgusted as I probably should have been, and why I actually kind of liked it.
“I’m not either.”
“Then why the hell are you kissing me!?”
“Well, I mean, I like guys, but I’m not gay. I’m bi,” he explained. “And I swear there have been signs here Zack. You can’t tell me there haven’t been! I know I haven’t been imagining these things!” He came closer to me, lowering his voice to make it even deeper than it normally was. “Come on Zack. Be honest here.” He looked me in the eyes, almost as if he were trying to peer into my soul and find an answer there. He got even closer so his nose was almost touching mine. “Just go with it,” he whispered before closing the small gap and connecting with my mouth again.
And this time I didn’t back away for some reason that even now I can’t explain. It was like I saw something in his eyes, something that changed me. This time when he started moving his lips, I didn’t resist, I accepted it and moved my lips in synchrony with his. And it didn’t feel wrong at all. I found myself getting more and more into the kiss, allowing John’s tongue to invade my mouth, battling against it with mine. I moved my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me, snaking an arm up so my fingers could tangle in his hair. His hands were resting on my hips, his thumbs caressing my bare torso.
That’s when I became fully aware of the situation, and where this was happening, so I pulled away quickly, breathing hard.
“Is something wrong?” John asked quickly, looking in my eyes, his hands still around my hips.
“We just… we can’t do this right now. Especially not here. In the middle of my kitchen, when my mom could be home at any time. I don’t think she would appreciate that she was paying money for this.”
John laughed and nodded. “Right. So?” He questioned.
“I don’t know John,” I began slowly. “I don’t think I can do this right now.” I looked away.
“Do you still want me to come over tomorrow?” he asked softly.
“Yeah! Of course!” I nodded vigorously. “I still want to make the team!”
“You don’t have to worry about that. You are really good Zack. I’m positive that you would make the team.”
“Well, I still want you to come over.” I smiled at him.
“Okay, I’ll be here.” He smiled and kissed me quickly on the lips before going outside, grabbing his shirt, and going home.
John continued to come over every afternoon to help me keep practicing in order to make the team. We would be outside playing until we basically couldn’t breathe anymore. Then we would come inside and cool down, drink some water, and recently, more often than not, make out. It was weird for me at first, especially since I didn’t even think that I liked guys, but I just felt so comfortable with John, and kissing him made me feel happy. And it just felt good; it felt right.
It was only a week until try-outs so our sessions had gotten longer, more intense, and I was so worn out by the end that all I wanted to do was go to sleep for a very long time. But then John would kiss me, and suddenly I would feel full of energy again.
I was so nervous still, but John would always assure me that I was doing great, improving so much. I believed him, yeah, but there was still that little part inside of me thinking that I was terrible and there was no way that I was going to make the team.
The last week passed quickly and before I knew it, it was the day before try-outs. John was over and we were out in the back yard practicing, going over some drills. Things seemed to be going well, but I was still nervous.
“Don’t be,” John assured me after I told him about it. “You’re amazing, seriously. I’ve coached a lot of people and I can honestly say that none of them have been as good as you’ve gotten Zack.” He smiled, moving towards me. “You just need to relax.” He stopped in front of me and reached out to grab my shoulders and rubbed them gently.
“Yeah, easy for you to say. You don’t have soccer try-outs tomorrow! And you’re fucking amazing at the sport!” That relaxing thing wasn’t going so well for me.
“Zack. I guarantee that you will make the team,” he said looking me straight in the eye.
“And if I don’t?” I asked.
“Then I’ll give you a consolation blowjob,” he replied with a straight face.
I couldn’t help but laugh and I immediately felt better, less stressed. John smiled and leaned in to attach his lips to mine briefly. He pulled back and smiled at me. “That’s a start. Now let’s go inside.” We went in and sat down to watch some TV, but ended up making out, completely forgetting about the show that was on, until it was time for him to go home. “Call me with the good news tomorrow.” He smiled as he left, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“If there is any, you’ll be the first to know.”
That night I went to bed still feeling nervous, but a little bit reassured at John’s words. The next morning I was up bright and early, getting in a few last minute drills before it was time to head off to the school for the try-outs. I waited my turn and felt really good about my performance, immensely thankful that I had had John to help me.
When it was time for the picks to be announced I help my breath and waited eagerly. The coach started naming off names. “Smith, Francis, Martins, Sanchez, Jones, Russell, Benedict.” He was getting close to the end and I was getting even more nervous, thinking that there was no way I was going to make the team. “Hall, Parker, and last but certainly not least, Merrick.” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I let it out in a whoosh when my name was finally called. Coach Johnson came towards me and clapped me on the back. “Zack, you were amazing out there. One of the best players I’ve seen in awhile.”
“Oh my god! Really?” I couldn’t believe it but he assured me it was true. I knew I had John to thank for that.
After I had showered and gotten cleaned up I immediately called John to share the good news. “I made the team!” I shouted as soon as he picked up. “That’s awesome Zack!” He sounded just as excited as I felt. “Can I come over to celebrate?” I asked him, unable to resist. I would’ve asked him to come to my house but my mom was sure to be home, and right now, I wanted to be alone with John. “Of course!” He gave me his address and directions to his house. We hung up and I hurried to meet John.
I found his house without a problem and I banged loudly on the door, wanting him to open it already. When he did I jumped on him, wrapping my arms and legs around him, immediately finding his lips and attacking them with mine. “Thank you… so much… couldn’t have… done it… without… you,” I said between kisses, wanting him to make sure he knew how grateful I was.
“I knew you could do it,” John beamed. He walked backwards and somehow managed to shut the door behind me before carrying me to the living room. He went to put me down on the couch but before he could I pulled away from his lips and whispered, “Bedroom.”
“Are you sure?” he froze and asked, somewhat shocked, looking me straight in the eyes. I just nodded and attached my lips to his once again, pushing my tongue into his mouth in a battle for dominance against his. He made his way slowly and carefully to his bedroom and lowered me gently onto his bed, lying on top of me, allowing his large hands to explore my body as his tongue explored my mouth. He inched one hand below my top and ran it smoothly over my abdomen muscles, then all the way up my stomach and chest, brushing against one of my nipples, causing it to harden instantly. He brought his hand back down to the hem and lifted it quickly over my head, breaking contact between our lips for the first time since we’d gotten to the bedroom. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt as he attached his lips to my now exposed skin, sucking on my neck, collarbone, and nipples. I pushed his shirt off over his shoulders and moaned inadvertently at the skin to skin contact.
Soon our pants were shed and we were left lying in only our boxer briefs, and John’s hand was finding its way to my very present erection, palming it through my boxers and I moaned out loud at the sensation. And god his hands were so fucking big. “John,” I breathed out. “Please.” He moved his hand to the waist of my boxers and started edging them down slowly, finally freeing my erection from the constricted space. Then his hand found my dick, moving up and down it slowly, the slight friction causing me to make all sorts of loud noises. “Oh god… Feels so good,” I managed to get out between pants and moans. John continued his lazy hand motions and removed his own boxers with his other hand and I couldn’t help but stare.
He released my dick and moved away for a moment, reaching towards his bedside table to grab a condom and a small bottle of lube. He looked at me questioningly for a moment and I smiled and nodded, reassuring him. He squirted a small amount of lube onto his long fingers and moved them down towards my ass, pressing one slowly into me, moving it in and out slowly. It was a weird but good feeling and it took me awhile to get used to it, but after a couple minutes and a second and third finger it started feeling amazing. Especially when John hit my prostate. I don’t think I’ve ever been that loud before. Soon I felt like I couldn’t get enough and I started thrusting my hips down to meet John’s motions with his fingers.
He could tell that I was ready and quickly put on the condom, coating it with more lube, before positioning himself at my entrance and pushing in slowly. And it hurt, because his dick was much bigger than his fingers. I tried not to show the pain on my face but I don’t think it worked, because John soon began to place butterfly kisses all over my body, trying to soothe me. He moved slowly at first, allowing me to get used to it before his thrusts started getting slightly harder, faster. And god, it started to feel so fucking good.
“Oh fucking hell Zack. So. Fucking tight,” John moaned as he continued to slam into me. Then I couldn’t make out any of the other rambles that came out of his mouth. All I could concentrate on was the intense amount of pleasure that I was feeling and how fucking hot John looked like that, sweating and contorting his face in pleasure.
And I could tell that I was getting close. I could feel that familiar feeling starting deep down, not yet moving throughout my entire body but getting there. Then John hit my prostate and I nearly growled it felt so fucking good. “Oh fuck!” I yelled out. “I’m so close John. So fucking close.”
John reached one of his free hands up to my dick and started pumping it as fast as he could. The double sensation was too much and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “Come for me Zack,” John breathed out and I completely lost it, coming hard between us, shooting out onto his hand and my chest, calling out his name. “So… fucking… hot,” John said in time to his thrusts then came too, and I could feel the warmth deep within me through the condom. We rode out our orgasms and then John collapsed, breathless, on top of me. He pulled out and tossed the condom in the trash quickly before grabbing a stray article of clothing and cleaning me off and resting his head on my sweaty chest, kissing it softly.
“Holy shit,” I said, breathing deeply.
“Yeah,” John agreed, still panting heavily.
“You… are the best… soccer coach ever.”
John chuckled and kissed me softly on the lips. “And you’re the best student.”
“Do you do this with all of your students?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Nope. Only the ones I really like.”
I smiled brightly and kissed him again. “Good answer.”
Author: chic734
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Zack Merrick and John O’Callaghan
Summary: John knew his way around balls.
Disclaimer: xandra827 and I wish this was real, however it is not, as far as we know.
Beta: xandra827 who I owe my life to for pressuring me to write this, and writing the html for me.
Author’s Note: Bby Zack and present John.
John, my new soccer coach of sorts, was over at my house, and we were outside practicing, just like we did every afternoon. I wanted to make the team so badly that I begged my mom to hire a coach who could help me train and get ready for the tryouts.
That day it was so fucking hot out. I had sweat dripping from my hair and my face, and my shirt had long ago come off. John’s shirt was soaked and his hair was practically plastered to his forehead from the sweat.
After awhile we went inside to cool off and get some drinks. John took his shirt off and threw it down on the grass before entering the house. Once in the kitchen I got out two glasses and filled them with ice, handing one to John and keeping one for myself. We filled them from the tap and downed them in one go. I filled mine up again and hopped up on the counter next to the sink. John refilled his and came over to stand by me.
“You’re starting to get really good,” he said, smiling at me before taking another sip of his water.
“Yeah right.” I laughed. “You’re way better than me.”
“Well, yeah.” He laughed. “But you’re still getting good.”
“Thanks John,” I said, smiling genuinely at him. “And thanks for sticking with me even though I’ve had some rough patches.”
“No problem at all Zack.” He returned the smile and shook his head. “It’s been my pleasure really. I love helping people play better. Soccer is basically my life and I love sharing it with others.”
We continued chatting, about the sport, about how my training was going, but then the conversation headed towards more personal things. We talked about my school, my friends, stuff like that. John was so easy to talk to, even though he was older than me. He seemed so much younger because he loved to tell jokes and goof around like a little kid. It was one of the things I really liked about him. That and he was a great soccer player.
“So, last year we all went down by the lake and we started to-”
“You’ve got something…” John interrupted me, reaching towards my face. “There.” He reached his thumb out and brushed it softly against my cheek, just below my eye. He removed his thumb and held it up, revealing an eyelash that he had just found on my face. “Make a wish,” he said smiling.
He was really close to me now. His knees were almost touching the cabinets underneath the counter that I was sitting on. And he was making no attempt at moving back. He just kept looking at me and smiling. He was kind of weirding me out to be honest, but I didn’t want to say anything in case I sounded rude. So I just kind of smiled awkwardly back at him.
Then things got even weirder. He was inching his face closer and closer to mine. I involuntarily moved mine back farther, away from John, but there was only so far I could go before he caught up with me, capturing my lips softly within his. I was so stunned that I couldn’t even move at first. He moved his lips slowly against mine but I just sat there, stiff as a board, my eyes wide open. I could barely even process what was happening. But after a couple of seconds I realized what was going on and my eyes fluttered shut involuntarily. Then I took another second to think about it and I pushed John away forcefully.
“What the hell?” I couldn’t help but raise my voice.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I thought… I just… Sorry,” he repeated, hanging his head and looking at the floor.
“I don’t know what you thought, but I’m not gay,” I protested, almost trying to convince myself as much as him. I didn’t know what the hell was happening, why I wasn’t as disgusted as I probably should have been, and why I actually kind of liked it.
“I’m not either.”
“Then why the hell are you kissing me!?”
“Well, I mean, I like guys, but I’m not gay. I’m bi,” he explained. “And I swear there have been signs here Zack. You can’t tell me there haven’t been! I know I haven’t been imagining these things!” He came closer to me, lowering his voice to make it even deeper than it normally was. “Come on Zack. Be honest here.” He looked me in the eyes, almost as if he were trying to peer into my soul and find an answer there. He got even closer so his nose was almost touching mine. “Just go with it,” he whispered before closing the small gap and connecting with my mouth again.
And this time I didn’t back away for some reason that even now I can’t explain. It was like I saw something in his eyes, something that changed me. This time when he started moving his lips, I didn’t resist, I accepted it and moved my lips in synchrony with his. And it didn’t feel wrong at all. I found myself getting more and more into the kiss, allowing John’s tongue to invade my mouth, battling against it with mine. I moved my arms around his neck, pulling him in closer to me, snaking an arm up so my fingers could tangle in his hair. His hands were resting on my hips, his thumbs caressing my bare torso.
That’s when I became fully aware of the situation, and where this was happening, so I pulled away quickly, breathing hard.
“Is something wrong?” John asked quickly, looking in my eyes, his hands still around my hips.
“We just… we can’t do this right now. Especially not here. In the middle of my kitchen, when my mom could be home at any time. I don’t think she would appreciate that she was paying money for this.”
John laughed and nodded. “Right. So?” He questioned.
“I don’t know John,” I began slowly. “I don’t think I can do this right now.” I looked away.
“Do you still want me to come over tomorrow?” he asked softly.
“Yeah! Of course!” I nodded vigorously. “I still want to make the team!”
“You don’t have to worry about that. You are really good Zack. I’m positive that you would make the team.”
“Well, I still want you to come over.” I smiled at him.
“Okay, I’ll be here.” He smiled and kissed me quickly on the lips before going outside, grabbing his shirt, and going home.
John continued to come over every afternoon to help me keep practicing in order to make the team. We would be outside playing until we basically couldn’t breathe anymore. Then we would come inside and cool down, drink some water, and recently, more often than not, make out. It was weird for me at first, especially since I didn’t even think that I liked guys, but I just felt so comfortable with John, and kissing him made me feel happy. And it just felt good; it felt right.
It was only a week until try-outs so our sessions had gotten longer, more intense, and I was so worn out by the end that all I wanted to do was go to sleep for a very long time. But then John would kiss me, and suddenly I would feel full of energy again.
I was so nervous still, but John would always assure me that I was doing great, improving so much. I believed him, yeah, but there was still that little part inside of me thinking that I was terrible and there was no way that I was going to make the team.
The last week passed quickly and before I knew it, it was the day before try-outs. John was over and we were out in the back yard practicing, going over some drills. Things seemed to be going well, but I was still nervous.
“Don’t be,” John assured me after I told him about it. “You’re amazing, seriously. I’ve coached a lot of people and I can honestly say that none of them have been as good as you’ve gotten Zack.” He smiled, moving towards me. “You just need to relax.” He stopped in front of me and reached out to grab my shoulders and rubbed them gently.
“Yeah, easy for you to say. You don’t have soccer try-outs tomorrow! And you’re fucking amazing at the sport!” That relaxing thing wasn’t going so well for me.
“Zack. I guarantee that you will make the team,” he said looking me straight in the eye.
“And if I don’t?” I asked.
“Then I’ll give you a consolation blowjob,” he replied with a straight face.
I couldn’t help but laugh and I immediately felt better, less stressed. John smiled and leaned in to attach his lips to mine briefly. He pulled back and smiled at me. “That’s a start. Now let’s go inside.” We went in and sat down to watch some TV, but ended up making out, completely forgetting about the show that was on, until it was time for him to go home. “Call me with the good news tomorrow.” He smiled as he left, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“If there is any, you’ll be the first to know.”
That night I went to bed still feeling nervous, but a little bit reassured at John’s words. The next morning I was up bright and early, getting in a few last minute drills before it was time to head off to the school for the try-outs. I waited my turn and felt really good about my performance, immensely thankful that I had had John to help me.
When it was time for the picks to be announced I help my breath and waited eagerly. The coach started naming off names. “Smith, Francis, Martins, Sanchez, Jones, Russell, Benedict.” He was getting close to the end and I was getting even more nervous, thinking that there was no way I was going to make the team. “Hall, Parker, and last but certainly not least, Merrick.” I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I let it out in a whoosh when my name was finally called. Coach Johnson came towards me and clapped me on the back. “Zack, you were amazing out there. One of the best players I’ve seen in awhile.”
“Oh my god! Really?” I couldn’t believe it but he assured me it was true. I knew I had John to thank for that.
After I had showered and gotten cleaned up I immediately called John to share the good news. “I made the team!” I shouted as soon as he picked up. “That’s awesome Zack!” He sounded just as excited as I felt. “Can I come over to celebrate?” I asked him, unable to resist. I would’ve asked him to come to my house but my mom was sure to be home, and right now, I wanted to be alone with John. “Of course!” He gave me his address and directions to his house. We hung up and I hurried to meet John.
I found his house without a problem and I banged loudly on the door, wanting him to open it already. When he did I jumped on him, wrapping my arms and legs around him, immediately finding his lips and attacking them with mine. “Thank you… so much… couldn’t have… done it… without… you,” I said between kisses, wanting him to make sure he knew how grateful I was.
“I knew you could do it,” John beamed. He walked backwards and somehow managed to shut the door behind me before carrying me to the living room. He went to put me down on the couch but before he could I pulled away from his lips and whispered, “Bedroom.”
“Are you sure?” he froze and asked, somewhat shocked, looking me straight in the eyes. I just nodded and attached my lips to his once again, pushing my tongue into his mouth in a battle for dominance against his. He made his way slowly and carefully to his bedroom and lowered me gently onto his bed, lying on top of me, allowing his large hands to explore my body as his tongue explored my mouth. He inched one hand below my top and ran it smoothly over my abdomen muscles, then all the way up my stomach and chest, brushing against one of my nipples, causing it to harden instantly. He brought his hand back down to the hem and lifted it quickly over my head, breaking contact between our lips for the first time since we’d gotten to the bedroom. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt as he attached his lips to my now exposed skin, sucking on my neck, collarbone, and nipples. I pushed his shirt off over his shoulders and moaned inadvertently at the skin to skin contact.
Soon our pants were shed and we were left lying in only our boxer briefs, and John’s hand was finding its way to my very present erection, palming it through my boxers and I moaned out loud at the sensation. And god his hands were so fucking big. “John,” I breathed out. “Please.” He moved his hand to the waist of my boxers and started edging them down slowly, finally freeing my erection from the constricted space. Then his hand found my dick, moving up and down it slowly, the slight friction causing me to make all sorts of loud noises. “Oh god… Feels so good,” I managed to get out between pants and moans. John continued his lazy hand motions and removed his own boxers with his other hand and I couldn’t help but stare.
He released my dick and moved away for a moment, reaching towards his bedside table to grab a condom and a small bottle of lube. He looked at me questioningly for a moment and I smiled and nodded, reassuring him. He squirted a small amount of lube onto his long fingers and moved them down towards my ass, pressing one slowly into me, moving it in and out slowly. It was a weird but good feeling and it took me awhile to get used to it, but after a couple minutes and a second and third finger it started feeling amazing. Especially when John hit my prostate. I don’t think I’ve ever been that loud before. Soon I felt like I couldn’t get enough and I started thrusting my hips down to meet John’s motions with his fingers.
He could tell that I was ready and quickly put on the condom, coating it with more lube, before positioning himself at my entrance and pushing in slowly. And it hurt, because his dick was much bigger than his fingers. I tried not to show the pain on my face but I don’t think it worked, because John soon began to place butterfly kisses all over my body, trying to soothe me. He moved slowly at first, allowing me to get used to it before his thrusts started getting slightly harder, faster. And god, it started to feel so fucking good.
“Oh fucking hell Zack. So. Fucking tight,” John moaned as he continued to slam into me. Then I couldn’t make out any of the other rambles that came out of his mouth. All I could concentrate on was the intense amount of pleasure that I was feeling and how fucking hot John looked like that, sweating and contorting his face in pleasure.
And I could tell that I was getting close. I could feel that familiar feeling starting deep down, not yet moving throughout my entire body but getting there. Then John hit my prostate and I nearly growled it felt so fucking good. “Oh fuck!” I yelled out. “I’m so close John. So fucking close.”
John reached one of his free hands up to my dick and started pumping it as fast as he could. The double sensation was too much and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. “Come for me Zack,” John breathed out and I completely lost it, coming hard between us, shooting out onto his hand and my chest, calling out his name. “So… fucking… hot,” John said in time to his thrusts then came too, and I could feel the warmth deep within me through the condom. We rode out our orgasms and then John collapsed, breathless, on top of me. He pulled out and tossed the condom in the trash quickly before grabbing a stray article of clothing and cleaning me off and resting his head on my sweaty chest, kissing it softly.
“Holy shit,” I said, breathing deeply.
“Yeah,” John agreed, still panting heavily.
“You… are the best… soccer coach ever.”
John chuckled and kissed me softly on the lips. “And you’re the best student.”
“Do you do this with all of your students?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Nope. Only the ones I really like.”
I smiled brightly and kissed him again. “Good answer.”