Taming Each Other 23

Cash’s POV
⚠️Use of Gay Slur⚠️
⚠️Smut⚠️

I know I upset Royal earlier on the bus, but it’s ridiculous that he’s not talking to me. I finally let what I was feeling out and I didn’t even mention his name, so he shouldn’t be upset.

We had finally arrived to the hotel and were just standing around waiting for the keycards to be handed out, so that we could retire until dinner. Royal was talking with his friends while I hung out with Marcus and for some reason Chase.

“Alright I got the cards,” Coach walked up, “there’s four in each room with one room having five. I’ll give them out randomly, so there’s no arguing who’s with who.”

With that he started handing out the cards and when everyone got there’s we looked at it. In some incredible, evil miracle Royal, Tristan, Marcus, Chase, and I all ended up in the same room. I don’t think Royal knew yet since he was busy laughing at Jasper for sharing a room with Coach.

“Alright, alright everyone go get settled in your rooms we’ll meet here in 2 hours for dinner,” with that everyone started leaving until it was just the five of us.

I watched as Royal slipped the desk worker something before walking up to us, “they’ll bring the bags to our room let’s go,” and with that we headed upstairs.

We all quietly stood in our room just looking around. There was two single beds in the room we were in, a queen bed in the second half of the room and a pullout couch. There wasn’t even five sleeping areas.

“Well… Tristan and I will share a bed the rest of you figure it out,” with that I watched MY boyfriend slip into the area with the bed separated from everyone else with his best friend.

“At least it’s not Jasper. We just might get sleep tonight. You guys figure out placements I’ll be back.”

With that I walk into the second area grabbed Royal away from Tristan and exited the room. I continued to pull him out of the hotel before silence finally broke.

“What the fuck, Cash?” He was obviously both angry and confused right now.

“Why are you being so…” I trailed off thinking better than continuing that sentence.

“So what? Cold, angry, upset what, Cash?”

“You’re acting like a bitch, Royal!”

“Of course I’m acting like a fucking bitch. Of course. Of course. Of course. I am soooo sorry that I’m not your perfect dream boyfriend. I’m sorry that you feel like you do and instead of talking to me you just tell the entire bus.”

“They don’t know I was talking about you!”

“But I do, Cash! I do! And I felt like shit, but what did you want me to do. Come out in a bus full of cameras and people? Proclaim my love for all the world to see? I’m scared! Okay? My dad rules me and…. You know what it doesn’t matter,” now I felt like shit. I saw what his dad did to him just for protecting his little sister.

I grabbed his hand softly and pulled him to a hidden corner in the park we wondered to. Pulling him into a hug I held him to me for a moment, “I’m sorry. I was upset this morning over something that had nothing to do with you and I took it out on this relationship. I love you I do.”

I pulled him into a kiss and pushed my leg in between his. If we weren’t in a park with a bunch of kids running around I would fuck him senseless here and now. But we are in a park so I pulled away from him.

“How I wish we weren’t forced to share a room with the others.”

“I could get us our own room,” I chuckled at his statement.

“Yeah, because that’s not going to be suspicious at all.”

He just hummed back, “Tristan is going to think you murdered me if we don’t head back soon.”

“Tristan,” I spitefully mumbled.

“Are you jealous? Like actually jealous.”

“No, no, no, I’m just upset he gets to sleep with you and I don’t.”

“Relax. Tristan grew up with us remember. He’s my best friend more than anything else.”

“Yeah, I know,” I pulled him into another kiss and then pulled away and started walking back. I looked at Royal and bit my lip. He’s beautiful… wait? I licked my lips, “what are you wearing on your lips?”

“Cookies and dream gloss by elf?”

“Why did I ever think you were straight?”

“Straight men can wear makeup and lipgloss.”

“I haven’t met a lot of straight men that wears cookies and cream lipgloss.”

“It’s cookies and dream,” he fired back right before letting my hand go since we arrived at the hotel.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” He looked at me confused before turning around Coach was in the lobby.

“SHOULDN’T I BE ASKING YOU THAT YOU FUCKING FAG!” He mouthed I’m sorry, but honestly I didn’t care if he used it anymore. One, he was as gay as they come. Two, he didn’t actually mean it offensively.

Obviously Coach didn’t think the same, “ROYAL HAWKSON!” He grabbed Royal’s hair hard. Even I winced, “EVERYONE TO MY ROOM!” Then he addressed the rest of the room, “I apologize for these boys attitudes”

Only then did I look farther around. The entire team was in the lobby, obviously waiting for us to arrive for dinner, and a bunch of innocent kids and disgusted looking parents were staring at us.

When we arrived to Coaches room he finally let go of Royal’s hair and glared at the both of us, “Do you two realize we could’ve been kicked out. Without refund?”

“Sorry sir.”

Royal just grunted rubbing his face.

“And you Hawkson I understand you and Hugh don’t get along, however, he CANNOT go around saying words like THAT! Kids were around. At this point everyone knows you got a mouth on you, but that seriously.”

Royal just kept looking down. I wanted to help him and comfort him, but he would kill me.

“I don’t know what you’re going through at home kid that you act the way you do,” Royal finally looked up, “I can tell you’ve been through some messed up shit. I know that you’re father has a history of substance abuse and homophobia, but if you continue on the same path as him you’ll end up no better than him and I’ll have to kick you off the team. So, grow up kid because everyone is done with your shit!”

The room was silent. I didn’t know how Coach knew these things, but he obviously lost control of his mouth. Royal had become pale. His not so perfectness had just been exposed throughout the entire room.

He looked up at Tristan and Jasper, but Tristan just looked away and Jasper glared at him, “you’re fucking homophobic?”

“What?” His voice came out barely a whisper.

“YOUR MY BEST FRIEND AND YOUR FUCKING HOMOPHOBIC! I always knew you were a piece of shit our entire group is, but your are the worst a person can get. YOU ACT SO MUCH FUCKING BETTER THAN YA BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY YOU ARE JUST A BITCH ASS WHORE! I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF YOUR PARENTS DON’T GIVE TWO SHITS AND I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF YOUR DAD ACTUALLY DOES ABUSE YOU BECAUSE YOU PROBABLY FUCKING
DESERVE IT!” Royal as probably dissociated by now he wasn’t reacting to anything, “FUCKING LISTEN TO ME!” Jasper slapped Royal.

Royal finally came back everyone was either looking in horror or laughing because Royal finally got what he “deserved”. When Jasper lunged at Royal again I stepped in between and pushed him off.

“What the fuck is wrong with all of you? Royal calls ME a fag and you are all reacting this way? We hate each other and say things we don’t mean all the time, but you guys are all bringing personal things into this fight. Even you Coach and your a grown-ass man. Tristan, Jasper he’s your best friend and you are treating him like a piece of shit. What about teamwork makes the dreamwork and we’re all friends here? Huh? Is it all forgotten when Royal’s the one that does something wrong?”

“Why are you defending him?” Marcus questioned finally stop laughing, “he’s treated you the worst.”

“Because no one deserves to be treated the way you are treating him.”

I stopped when I realized Royal stood up. He looked around the room without saying a thing before exiting, “you are all pathetic,” I followed Royal out quickly.

I chased him all the way down and out of the hotel. He finally stopped and was on the phone for a couple of seconds before looking back at me. His face was stone, but I know he felt like dying. I just stood next to him and waited for an Uber to pull up. We both got in and Royal finally spoke, “go to the nearest open tattoo shop.”

“Baby? You don’t have to do this,” I suddenly remembered how he purposefully puts himself through pain when he’s upset.

“Yeah… yeah, I do.”

“Fine. I’ll get one too.”

“Your mom will kill you.”

“I don’t fucking care.”

We sat in silence for the rest of the ride. When we got to the tattoo shop I looked in terrified. I hated needles, but I needed to do this. For him.  The tattoo artist took one look at us and knew we were both underage, but Royal flashed enough cash and had enough tattoos already she didn’t give a damn. Royal let me pick out what tattoos to get and sat in silence while getting his. Then I got mine on my inner upper arm and felt like balling like a baby. Luckily I kept it in. When we finally got done the artist rambled on about how to keep it clean with Royal obviously not paying much attention. He didn’t really need to with all the tattoos he already has. I tried to pay attention, but I’m definitely going to have some help from the boy next to me.

When we finally walked out an Uber was already waiting for us. Royal rambled off a place I don’t know and the car drove. When we got there I realized it was a sketchy ass hotel. Flashing a fake I.D., a credit card, and a bunch of cash for the second time Royal got us a room, which already had a lot of alcohol.

The second we were in the room Royal kissed the life out of me. He continued walking forward until he finally pushed me down on a bed straddling me. I pulled away quickly, “Royal think about this you’re upset and just looking for away out. Putting yourself through pain, and alcohol, and sex isn’t the answer.”

“Please, Cash, I really want you. We haven’t had sex in days and I need you,” I sighed and looked at him. If we hadn’t been together all day I would’ve sworn he was drunk.

“Fuck,” I mumbled before addressing him again, “we don’t have lube or a condom or anything.”

He softly grinned at me still upset. He crawled off of me and went to a drawer. I pulled out an unopened lube and a bunch of condoms, “this is a love hotel, mi amor.”

“Of course it is,” he got back on top of me and kissed me roughly. This time I didn’t stop him. Instead a scooted further back in the bed and lied down pulling him with me.

I allowed myself to kiss his neck before moving down and unbuttoning his shirt. Not even taking it off I started sucking on his nipple while pinching the other.

“Caaaash! Fuck, vita.”

Soon enough I was done stripping him down and leaving hickeys all over his body. I felt him pulling at my shirt and I tore it off, quickly followed by my pants and underwear. When we were both lying naked he began grinding against my already hard cock.

“Seriously?” I panted out as he showed me that sly ass grin he has.

I flipped us to where I was on top and grabbed the lube left by our heads. Opening it and putting a generous amount onto my fingers I began to stretch him out underneath me, “fuck…. You’re tight.”

He just moaned underneath me. That beautiful face of his finally beginning to relax. Quickly I added a third finger to the other two. Then I suddenly found and touched a bundle of nerves that made him moan and jolt under me. I started to play with that area for a good couple seconds before he finally said something, “pleeeease, Cash, fuck me. Fuck!!!! Please!”

I kissed him hard shutting him up and finally pulled my fingers out. Slipping on a condom and A LOT of lube I finally pushed into my squirming boyfriend. Like the amazing flirt I am I brought up some small talk while he adjusted to my length, “last time we had sex-sex we were both drunk as fuck without a condom.”

He laughed underneath me and hit me lightly, “shut up and fuck me.”

I smiled back at him and began moving inside of him. Quickly picking up the pace I ignored his prostate till I was going hard and fast. Then I hit it directly and he screamed. I abused the same place over and over allowing him to feel good after a shit day.

“OH! FUCK! CASSSSSHHHHH! IM GONNA CUM!” With that he came all over both of us and our sheets. I didn’t care as I heard his moans from an overstimulated hole. Soon after I came and pulled out. Pulling off the condom I threw it towards the trash can and kissed him while laying down on him.

When I pulled away he grinned at me, “round 2?”

It’s safe to say we went for more than two rounds.

Tattoo below if you want to imagine your own this is the end of the chapter

Cash’s Tattoo
(Inside right upper arm)

Royal’s Tattoo
(Free spot on his left wrist)