"can u check ur cell at halftime?or do u half to wait till the game's over?:
Blaine pushed the send button on his cell phone on his way to Orsin, Indiana. Once school was over he went home and changed into something suitable for his trip. Luckily his parents didn't care what he did on the weekend as long as he checked in with them. Stepping into his shower, he had to restrain himself from jerking off. The thought of seeing Axl again tonight and knowing what they would be doing turned him on insanely. His uncut cock was hard, leaking precum and begging to be played with. Scrubbing his body and shampooing his hair took a bit longer. Making sure to spend the majority of time cleaning his hole and especially his arm pits. Axl would surely want to play with them.
Shaking his head, he growled at his mind, trying to put away the inciting thought's of how it would feel with Axl's cock fucking his inside and grazing his prost-Hissing again, he turned the shower's hot water almost completely off. Water poured over his body, suddenly much colder until it felt as if he was freezing. Glancing down, he smirked as his shaft started to soften. Starting to shiver, he rinsed the soap off him and stepped out just as his cock began to recede into his groin. Grabbing a towel, he dried himself off and dressed. Exiting his room, he turned back and stared at the bed, remembering how close they had grown in just under a day.
As he pulled out of his driveway, his cell pinged with a text message alert. Stopping the car, he opened and read Axl's message.
"ya, i can check it...y?"
Biting his lip, he tried to figure out a way that wouldn't give away his plans.
"ive got something to send to u that will hopefully be a good luck charm." he answered back, feeling more confused than Axl must be.
"ight...well, ive gotta get ready for the game. ill score a touch down for you Blaine...i promise. i miss u so much...even though it's only been six days since we last saw each other."
Blaine felt his heart swell with emotion as he closed his phone and made his way west towards Indiana. As he passed the Orsin city limits, he was struck by how crowded the roads were. Luckily, the flow of traffic was in the opposite direction. Wondering what he was going to do until the game started, he glanced at the row of houses on the right. Nothing looked out of place or interesting. Just cheap standard middle class homes. Approaching the stop light, a beat up junker came to a stop directly across from him. Looking somewhat familiar, he pondered why it appeared so. As the light turned green, the car accelerated, he noticed the driver was wearing a blue jersey.
Suddenly, he knew who was driving that vehicle. Cursing to himself, he turned his face away and tilted his head so the sun wouldn't illuminate his features. It took all his will power not to stare directly at his boyfriend as they came within three feet of each other. As he passed under the green light he looked at his rear view mirror to see if Axl had noticed. Detecting no out of the ordinary movements, he smirked and continued deeper into town. Wanting to take Axl out to some place really nice to eat. Preferably some where Axl wouldn't be readily recognized. Sighing, he decided to go find a seat at the football stadium. Debating where he wanted to sit, he jumped as his cell buzzed.
Chuckling to himself, he ignored it until he found out where to park. Guessing he should have looked online to see where the best parking would be, he soon became lost. Making a left turn, and drove onto a wide street with cars parked on both sides. Figuring he was close, he turned again down another crowded street with buildings constructed with cinder blocks. Going around a corner, he suddenly was looking at a large open field with cars parking in it. Ahead, a red sign indicated the field was a parking lot for sporting events. Smiling, he wanted to find a spot that was secluded and out of the way. The football stadium came into view and he turned down yet another road lined with thick shade trees. There was three parking spots situated near a utility building.
Pulling in, he parked and turned off the car. Reaching out for his cell, he unfolded and looked at the text.
"wish me luck, im getting ready to hit the field. cant wait for the text at half-time."
Smiling, he wished him luck and exited the car. Stretching, he walked slowly down the street. A mass of sounds could be heard from all around. Laughter and conversations came from the stadium. The sounds of a marching band warming up came from around the same direction. Though he wasn't in band, he loved hearing instrumental music. Dalton hadn't had a school band, or even a jazz band. Instead Dalton just used the Warblers as a substitute. He could play many instruments, including brass woodwind, and string. Picking up his pace, he headed for the stadium, hoping to figure out how the night would progress.
He paid the gate and tried to find a good place to sit. Preferably one that would be easy for Axl to recognize him, and yet not distract him from the game. Climbing the stairs he decided to sit as far up as he could. That way he wouldn't have to worry about anyone behind him that would give him trouble. Glad he was still wearing his sunglasses, he noticed several people watching him, most were high school girls. Taking a seat, he looked and saw at a glance several heads quickly look away. Smirking to himself, this happened all the time. Chicks found him hot, and he really couldn't blame them. Still, he wasn't remotely interested in girls at all. Kissing Rachel while drunk was fun, but when it happened while he was sober, he was releaved to find out he was totally gay.
Snorting, he watched the field, still noticing glances from different people. The announcer began with the standard procedures for the beginning of the event. Thanking the crowd for coming, informing the different rules that must be followed. No alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, no bad language, and no out of control public displays of affection. Again, he smirked, thinking there was no way he was leaving without getting some from Axl, preferably fucking and cumming in his ass. Absentmindedly, he reached up and rubbed his armpit, knowing Axl would be all over that. On the field, the band began to play the national anthem and school fight song. Standing, he watched as the visiting football team was announced with their starting players. Looking over to the left, he watched as the band marched to the 0 yard line and formed two lines.
A mass of blue jersey'ed football players gathered under the field goal and began to jump and yell. Standing along with the rest of the crowd, he cheered as the players rushed the field, breaking through the school banner. He regretted not asking Axl what his number was, but he said he was starting. Surely the announcer would name them like he did for the visiting team. Almost right on cue, names were listed as each player ran onto the field from the sideline.
"STARTING QUARTERBACK, NUMBER 32, AXL HECK!" the announcer roared, and the stands erupted with cheers.
Grinning ear to ear, he savored the delight of knowing his boyfriend was the starting quarterback. The players waved and huddled, and then went to their places. Watching the number 32 was much easier than he thought it was going to be. Axl looked up at the stands and though he wasn't sure, he thought he had looked right at him. A moment later, he breathed easy. What Axl had been looking at was a couple that sat four or five rows below him. Blaine looked at them, and saw the resemblance between them and Axl. Sitting right next to them was what looked like a boy reading a book. That must be Axl's family, he had mentioned having a little brother. The kick off was good, and the game began. His cell buzzed in his pocket. Knowing it couldn't be Axl, but instead it was from Sam.
"So is your boyfriend any good at football?"
"I think so, I'm watching him, but I'm not the best judge. To tell the truth I'm actually rather distracted watching his ass in that uniform." Send.
"figured u'd be staring more at something like that than to be into the game."
"well u haven't seen his ass. the only way anyone could say it was the hottest thing ever is blind."
Looking up, he noticed halftime was almost upon him. Knowing he hadn't even sent Axl a text yet, he told Sam he'd contact him later. Biting his lip, he tried to think about what to say. For some reason, he was nervous that Axl would be mad he had came to see him without any warning. What if his friends saw them together. Incredibly scared, he decided what to say.
"Axl ...I hope you're not mad at me, but I'm actually sitting in the stands. I wanted to see you so bad I drove here after school. I'm sorry if I stepped over the line, but I wanted to surprise you. If you want, I'll leave and not bother you, but...well...we can get together after the game if you want. You look so hot in your football uniform. Tell me what you want me to do...again...I'm sorry if I crossed the line." He pushed send just as the buzzer for half time sounded. He waited, watching as the team made their way off the field and into a building near by. The marching band entered the field and began to play. He watched, impressed with their show and how good they were. About halfway, his cell buzzed. With shaking fingers, he opened the message.
"ur here?!of course im not mad. ur my boyfriend and im so touched blaine. im literally standing here speechless. blaine...ur so fukin' awesome. how could u think id be mad?i just want to run up there and kiss you so much right now. we are so getting together after the game blaine...my mind is blown. the rest of the game is strictly for u blaine. where are u parked. as soon as the games over im coming right to you...blaine...i cant believe this...:)"
Blaine stared down at his cell, a couple tears falling down his cheeks. His heart swelled with emotion as he read the text again. Why on earth was he acting like this? He sent the message and closed his phone, still breathing heavy. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the girls sitting close to him was staring at him. He figured they were waiting for him to notice them. Still, he wasn't prepared to look up yet, and he sneakily wiped away the stray tears on his cheeks. Finally looking up when the buzzer sounded, he watched the field as the players ran back onto the field. As he watched, he noticed number 32, was standing a couple feet apart form the other players, looking at the stands. Pulling his helmet off quickly, he scanned the crowd.
Blaine waited, and when Axl finally scanned the area where he was seated, he froze and looked up. A large smile began to grow across his face. Their eyes met, and Blaine felt as if he was alone with Axl, and no one else existed. The large stadium lights shone down on him, his curly hair somewhat limp and wet looking from sweat. Next to him, another player patted his arm and he jumped back. Blaine smirked and winked as Axl glanced up again after nodding to his team mate. Donning his helmet again, he looked once more at him and headed into the huddle.
