Kieran wakes up to his phone buzzing nonstop. At first he thinks it's alarms he forgot to disable, but when he rolls over, the screen is lit with notifications — Instagram tags, school groupchat mentions, three different edits of his fourth-down touchdown already circulating.
Half the comments are just: KIERAN.The other half are: NEW QB1??
He rubs his eyes and squints at the newest post from the school sports page — a slow-motion clip of his scramble, the stadium exploding behind him. It already has hundreds of likes. Someone added dramatic music. Someone else posted a meme of Eli looking confused on the sidelines.
Before he can fully process the attention, his phone starts ringing.
Annie.
He answers immediately."Hey."
She sounds like she's smiling. "Good morning, Mr. Quarterback."
He can feel his own smile forming. "You know I'm never gonna hear the end of that."
"Oh, definitely not. You're viral, by the way."
"I noticed."
There's a pause; comfortable, warm.Annie exhales. "Last night was… really something."
His heartbeat kicks up. "Yeah. It was."
She clears her throat lightly. "Anyway, I just wanted to call before cheer film review. I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Yeah. Later."
She hangs up, leaving Kieran grinning at his ceiling like a complete idiot.
He barely has time to sit up before another notification appears; this time from the Nudist Project group chat.
Harper:wake up suckers. sleepover at my place tonight. hot tub mandatory. costumes optional
Eliza:mandatory attendance btwwe're celebrating the win AND stress-relieving after that midterm
Harper:also someone's bringing snacks(not me)
Eliza:Kieran if u don't come we're kidnapping you
Kieran laughs and leans back against his pillows.His phone keeps buzzing with more notifications — memes, clips, messages from teammates he barely talks to — but the group chat feels like the most normal part of the morning.
He types back:
Kieran:yeah I'm in. just tell me what time.
April:uhh wait, like all of us??…okay yes I'm in
Brooke:Absolutely yes.I'll bring snacks so we don't all die from hot tub dehydration lol
Eliza:
7:30!
He throws on a T-shirt and joggers and heads downstairs.
Cate is in the kitchen, hair up in a loose bun, wearing soft blue leggings and a sexy white tank top that makes her look effortlessly beautiful. She's unpacking groceries she must've picked up after an early errand. When she hears him on the stairs, she turns and smiles.
"Well, good morning, superstar."
Kieran smirks. "Morning. You look… really, really good.."
"I took a power nap. And coffee." She lifts her mug like a trophy. "How're you feeling after your big hero moment last night?"
"Sore," Kieran groans, rolling his shoulders. "My back and shoulders are wrecked. Also—uh—there's a sleepover tonight with the nudist project girls, apparently."
Cate raises an eyebrow. "Ah, yes. I miss Grace. You must bring her back some time, we can have more fun."
"Oh my god," he laughs, rubbing his face. "They're just doing a hot tub thing. Relax. Eliza and Harper said it's just a hangout."
"Mhm." Cate gives him a knowing grin and closes the fridge. "Still, you should go loosened up if you're sore. I've been out of town forever, and we haven't done a real recovery session in weeks."
Kieran blinks. "You're talking about the massage table?"
"Yeah," she says simply. "A proper one. If you want, we can do a full sports massage today. Shoulders, back, legs." She nudges him with her elbow. "You're basically held together with tape after that game."
Kieran laughs, stretching his arms overhead. "Yeah, honestly? That would feel incredible."
"Perfect." Cate brushes off her hands. "Give me five minutes to set up the table and the oil warmer, and you can come in."
"You're the best," Kieran says.
"I know," she replies, already heading down the hall toward the spare room they converted into a recovery space. "Go drink some water and loosen up. Table will be ready in a minute."
Kieran grabs a bottle from the fridge, takes a long drink, and tries a few shoulder rolls. The idea of a real massage — actual pressure on the knots from last night's game — sounds like heaven.
After a moment, Cate calls from down the hallway, her voice light and crisp:
"Alright, mister. Come on in."
Kieran heads toward the recovery room, the faint scent of eucalyptus already drifting out the door. Cate is standing next to the table wearing a white bathrobe. The room is warm and dim, she's closed the blinds just how Kieran likes it. She turns around while he takes off his clothes and sets them on the floor. Then gets on the table and puts a towel over his cock. Cate turns around and doesn't give it a second glance, smoothly pouring warm oil over his chest then setting it down on a side-table. Her hands are warm and gentle and Kieran lets out a little sigh as she begins to work her magic.
Her fingers press firmly into his shoulders, kneading out the tension from the game, tracing the lines of his muscles like she's memorizing them. Kieran's chest rises and falls quicker than usual, his skin warming under her touch, and he can feel how her hands glide over the ridges of his pecs and down the sides of his abs. She leans in just slightly, letting her body brush against his back as she works, and Kieran swallows hard, aware of how close she is, how intentional every movement feels.
Her palms slide lower now, across the curve of his obliques, and Kieran shivers at the sensation, a mix of relaxation and something much more dangerous. He lets his head fall forward on the table, trying to focus on the warmth of the oil and the strength in her hands, but every brush of her fingertips against his skin makes his thoughts wander. The air between them feels thick, and he's hyper-aware of the small movements of her body, the subtle press of her hip as she leans over him.
Kieran lets out a low, almost embarrassed groan when her thumbs circle along the small of his back, tracing patterns that send heat pooling in places he doesn't want to admit. Cate doesn't flinch, doesn't comment, just keeps working him, letting the quiet tension build with each stroke, each press, each gentle glide. He can feel the thrum of his pulse in his veins, a dangerous rhythm that matches the rise of his desire.
Cate's bathrobe is so loose now that Kieran can clearly see her perfect breasts. And that's about the time that he realizes that he isn't just metaphorically feeling blood thrum in his veins; his cock is actually thrumming. The towel that was down there minutes earlier is now doing a pitiful job trying to cover a fully erect seven inch penis. Cate pauses, their eyes meeting. Her hand is just inches above the towel, previously massaging his abs.
"Kieran..." She whispers.
"I'm sorry, I-"
She cuts him off, "Kieran. I know better than anyone that guys can't help it sometimes. Now, I said I would help you relax, is this what you need?" Kieran hesitates, then nods slowly. "Good, why don't I go ahead and take this off then?" She pulls off the towel and smiles a little at the sight of her step-son's penis. "Glad to see nothing's changed down here since our little session with Grace." Kieran grins. "Here baby, go ahead." She pulls open her robe and moves so Kieran can reach her.
While she continues her massage on his chest he reaches out with his right hand and rubs her thighs, then moves it to her butt. Cate takes a sharp breath and presses herself closer against the table. Kieran reaches up and squeezes her breasts, rubbing his thumb over her nipples gently. If his cock was hard earlier, it's doubly hard now. Her skin is smooth and soft and smells like her vanilla lotion that he likes. His hand drifts back to her butt and he leaves it there as she starts the next part of the massage.
Cate's first touch is so gently he almost doesn't notice it. She softly wraps her hand around his shaft and squeezes lovingly. Slowly, tenderly, she begins to stroke his cock. Kieran moans quietly, pleasure racing up his spine and making his lips tingle. Cate brings her second hand over and they begin to move in tandem up and down his hard length. Pre-cum drips from the tip of his cock but it's not enough. Cate leans over the table and drips spit onto his throbbing member, getting it nice and wet as she continues his ministrations.
"Is that good baby?"
Kieran nods and lets out another groan feeling himself inches away from the point of no return. Cate gets a little faster and pleasure explodes through Kieran's cock. With each stroke of her hands all he can wish for is more.
"I'm- I'm gonna-"
Kieran feels the cum erupt from his tip, but Cate's mouth is there to catch is. Her eyes get wide but she keeps the tip in her mouth until it stops pulsing and he relaxes. She swallows without complain and uses the towel to wipe herself off.
"Feeling better?" She asks.
"Yes, thank you. I really needed that."
"I could tell, you got hard almost the minute I started massaging you."
"Oh... oops." Kieran sits up and draws her in close for a hug.
"Why don't you go shower and then I'll put some money in your account so you can get snacks for the sleepover?"
"Okay, thanks."
Kieran stands up, feeling looser and lighter than he has in days. His muscles still hum from the massage, each movement reminding him of Cate's hands. He heads upstairs to the bathroom, the warm wood floors cool beneath his feet, and steps into the shower.
The hot water hits him, steaming up the room instantly. He leans back against the tile, letting the water pound his shoulders and rinse away the last traces of soreness from the game. His mind drifts to the sleepover later tonight, a mix of excitement and nerves twisting in his stomach. The rhythm of the water against his skin and the faint scent of his soap help him focus, relax, and mentally prepare for the evening ahead.
After a few minutes, he finishes up, drying off and quickly running a comb through his hair. He throws on a clean T-shirt and sweatpants, feeling refreshed and ready for the day; and for whatever surprises the night might hold.
Kieran pulls into the parking lot of the corner store. He grabs a cart and starts moving down the aisles, picking up chips, soda, and a few candy bars for the sleepover.
As he rounds the snack aisle, two girls he recognizes from school are standing there. One is tall with sleek brown hair and an effortless confidence that makes heads turn, Lauren. The other is shorter, with darker brown hair and a kind, inviting smile, Eden. Both are in their dance team jackets, but even through the casual outfit, Kieran can't help noticing how striking they are. Lauren's long legs, round butt, and toned figure are impossible to miss, while Eden has a warmth in her eyes, a sexy roundness of her breasts, and a softness to her curves that makes him look twice.
"Wait, aren't you Kieran?" Lauren asks, her voice playful but low enough to make him aware of her presence.
"Yeah, that's me," Kieran says, a grin tugging at his lips as he takes in the way they both stand, the way they carry themselves.
"We're on the dance team," Lauren continues, stepping closer, her arm brushing his shoulder just slightly. "We saw you in the game yesterday. Can we get a picture with you?"
Kieran laughs, a little caught off guard but honestly enjoying the attention. "Sure, why not?" He poses with them, Eden leaning in slightly, her perfume faint but intoxicating, and Lauren draping an arm casually over his shoulder. The camera clicks, and he notices the subtle way their eyes linger, how Lauren's playful smirk and Eden's gentle smile both make his chest tighten.
"Thanks!" Eden says as they step back. "Can I get your number? You know, so we can, I don't know, talk about the game or practice or..." she giggles, slightly flustered.
"Yeah, sure," Kieran says smoothly, handing over his phone. Both girls punch their numbers in, and Lauren gives him a teasing wink before sliding her fingers briefly over his hand as she hands back the phone. "Text us sometime," she murmurs, low enough to make his pulse spike.
Kieran waves as they leave the store, still feeling a little buzzed from the encounter. Their presence lingers in his mind, Lauren's confident gaze, Eden's warm smile, and he shakes his head with a laugh. Not a bad detour before the sleepover.
Kieran slides the snacks into the back seat of his car and buckles in, taking a moment to stretch his shoulders after the morning's workout and yesterday's game. The sun is just starting to dip, casting long shadows across the streets, and he feels a little thrill thinking about the evening ahead.
He starts the engine and pulls out of the lot, letting the soft hum of the Mercedes fill the quiet. Traffic is light, so he takes it easy, winding through the streets he's come to know so well, glancing at the bags of chips and candy in the passenger seat like a little reward for making it through a hectic week.
Kieran lets his mind wander while he drives, thinking about the sleepover's energy—the laughter, the music, and the warm, easy camaraderie of the group. He imagines the living room lit with soft lamps and fairy lights, blankets and pillows scattered everywhere, and the quiet thrill of just being around his friends, relaxed and carefree.
He rolls the windows down a crack, letting in the cool evening air and the faint scent of freshly cut grass from someone's yard. Music hums softly through the speakers, a playlist he made for occasions just like this, upbeat but not distracting, perfect for setting the mood. Kieran taps the steering wheel along with the beat, feeling his anticipation build.
By the time he pulls into the driveway, the sky is a deep blue, and a few streetlights have flickered on. He grabs the bags of snacks and heads to the door, taking a deep breath before knocking. The sound of laughter echoes from inside, giving him a little grin. Tonight, nothing matters but hot friends, sexy vibes, and the promise of a fun evening ahead.