My Exception is You Ch. 16

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***All characters in this story are 18+ years old***

I wanted to see how Bruno’s part of the whole fiasco was going to play out. And I’m really happy with it. Enjoy!

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There was a pounding on the door, and I groaned rubbing my eyes. “Clay! Bruno!” Mel sounded so frantic. I felt the bed shift, Clay’s body sliding over mine as he crawled out of bed.

“Mel, Mel what’s wrong?!” he demanded. I glanced over seeing him struggle to pull cotton shorts on, with a long-sleeve shirt on one arm and hanging off the other. He looked ridiculous. I pulled the blanket up more as he opened the door, making sure my dick wasn’t out as I rolled onto my side.

“Move!” she pushed past him and walked over grabbing his TV remote. He glanced at me looking confused, and I sighed sitting up as I held the blanket over me. I pushed my hair back, pouting as sleep still hadn’t fully left me. The TV sound made me groan as I rubbed my arm across my eyes. “How late did you two stay up that you can’t even get out of bed?” Mel demanded and I dropped my arm, yawning.

“It’s the weekend, of course we didn’t go to bed early,” I defended myself and she sighed. “And we had to do laundry so we couldn’t get to bed when we wanted to,” I glanced at Clay who was glaring at the floor, his lips pursed. She looked between us curiously then shrugged and went back to the TV. I crossed my legs, leaning onto my thighs as I watched the channel change.

“-received video recordings from a Division I soccer game late last night via e-mail. The video was sent anonymously by someone in the crowd and can be considered rather disturbing to watch. We would like to warn viewers at home that there is aggression and hate slurs in the video, and discretion is advised,” the anchorwoman looked solemn as they switched to a clip of the soccer field from last night. I was floored seeing that someone in the stands close to our bench was recording the whole thing.

They clipped together all of the times coach yelled at Clay and the team, playing the short video before going back to the two casters at their desk. “Wow Paula, could you imagine being treated like this?” he man demanded and she shook her head, tapping her papers on the desk. It felt weird, seeing Clay and myself being on the news like this.

“No Ted, and to be honest I am surprised a coach of his caliber is behaving this way. What’s more surprising is that the student most of his anger was toward was Clay Langton. He’s a senior this year, their star striker, and one of the NCAA players all pro-teams have their eyes on,” she continued. Clay could only scoff, crossing his arms and shaking his head as he looked at the TV.

“This isn’t the first time that there’s been some scandal with this team around Clay either,” Ted insisted and Paula nodded.

“Just last weekend he and another teammate were seen kissing after their first season win. A momentous occasion according to insiders. This team has a long standing superstition that if they win their first game they will have a positive season,” she explained and Ted smiled.

“I remember back in my college days having those same things. We used to rub our school statue before traveling for all our away games!” he laughed and she did too.

“Right, I remember my high school volleyball team used to do a very specific pregame chant. It seems silly now looking back on it, but sometimes you need those pieces of blind faith!” Paula insisted, both of them smiling and nodding. “Now with this story in particular we don’t have many details, since this only happened just last night. However, a few insider sources have said that tensions between the team and the coaching staff have been at an all time high. There have been reports of yelling and fighting in the locker room anytime this team is together. Based on the video submitted and the comments provided by the original owner, one can only assume that the head coach is acting out of personal hate toward Clay because he is gay,” Paula offered, Ted nodding solemnly. It looked a bit canned, but being gay was a political agenda apparently. And supporting gay people publicly was even more of a political move.

“I wish we could see the team’s side in all of this. Especially to know how Clay is feeling or what’s going through his mind in those moments. It’s impressive that a young man could stay so composed when a belligerent coach is spewing hate and anger at him so regularly!” Ted insisted. I shook my head slowly, scratching my scalp as I pushed my hair back. They had no idea how insane this whole thing has been.

“Clay, you have to submit the recording,” Mel breathed, both of us looking at Clay after she turned the TV off. He had his hand on his mouth, his eyes glued to the dark screen.

“I can’t, not to the news. The coaching staff knows I’m the one who has it. If it gets out there I could actually jeopardize myself!” he started and she scoffed.

“But this is your chance to get that fucking mardin escort prick fired!” she insisted and he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at me. He looked torn. He opened his mouth, then closed it tightly, tsking as he shook his head and turned away.

“I’ll figure something out Mel. I don’t want him working here either. It’s not like this won’t go unnoticed,” he gestured to the TV and she sighed, standing up slowly then. “How’d you know about this by the way?” he pressed and she rolled her eyes.

“My mom saw the news and asked me if you were that Clay, and she told me they mentioned something earlier about covering this story,” she shrugged and he sighed, nodding slowly. “It’s just something to think about. His world is going to blow up because of this. If the school does nothing their reputation will go down the drain,” she continued, setting the remote down and walking over to pat his shoulder before she glanced at me.

“Thanks Mel, for letting us know,” he breathed and she smiled, shrugging before heading out. He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, rubbing his face. “What pro team wants a problematic queer?” he laughed then, crossing his arms as he stared at me.

“You’re not problematic. And are you kidding me? Imagine the positive publicity a pro team could get by snagging an openly gay male athlete, in the midst of adversity!” I snickered, leaning back onto my hands as I closed my eyes. “I can see the headlines now, Clay first openly gay male to be signed!” I gestured to the air, laughing lightly as I shook my head.

“Yeah well, that’s if I even do the pro thing,” he grumbled and I was a bit shocked. I studied him as he stared back at me. “Whatever. I don’t want to think about this now. Our practices this weekend got cancelled, do you want to do anything?” he was talking softly.

“I mean I do have homework,” I reminded him and he sighed, nodding. “And I would like to shower and change. Maybe I could just go back to my dorm for the day, then come back here to sleep over again Saturday?” I offered. He looked upset about that, but I wasn’t going to give in. I couldn’t let our relationship impact my life that much. It wouldn’t be healthy to forego everything and stay in his bed as long as I wanted to.

“Can we hang out for just a bit before you go?” he asked pitifully and I nodded. He crawled back into bed, wrapping his arms around me as I pulled the blankets up over us. He was lying on top of me, holding me tightly as he kissed my chest and neck gently. “How’d you sleep?” he whispered and I sighed, playing with his hair as I yawned.

“Alright. Wish I got another hour or so, but whatever,” I shrugged and he sighed.

“Sleep some more. I’ll wake you up in an hour if you want,” he insisted and I smiled, tugging on his hair playfully.

“You just want an excuse to keep me here longer,” I teased and he chuckled.

“You’re not wrong. But that’s because I’m selfish. I know I shouldn’t be, but,” he shrugged, resting his cheek on my chest. My mind drifted back to last night, feeling another pang of embarrassment wash over me. I rubbed my face, sighing heavily. His arms squeezed me gently, his head lifting up to steady me.

“Are you ok?” he asked and I nodded, staring up at the ceiling then. “Would you tell me if you weren’t?” he pressed, sounding anxious.

“Have I ever not told you how I felt?” I demanded, staring him down and he sighed, pressing his face into my chest as he hugged me tightly.

“I’m sorry, I just feel so damn anxious all the time. It feels like everything I do has to be right or I’ll lose you,” he grumbled and I shook my head slowly.

“Relationships are never perfect Clay. We just have to be willing to compromise, listen to each other, and work on the things that don’t make us as happy as we should be,” I shrugged, holding him around his shoulders. He continued to just kiss my chest and neck slowly. It didn’t feel sexual, in fact it felt more loving and sweet than anything. After a while I insisted on getting up. He walked me to the door, holding my bag as he shuffled anxiously. “Clay I’m coming back tonight, relax!” I insisted, feeling a bit irritated.

“No I know, sorry I just have a lot on my mind. You know with everything going on. I don’t mind that you’re leaving,” he assured me, but I didn’t fully believe that. I gave him a hug and a kiss, heading out to walk back to my dorm.

“I heard your weekend practice was cancelled. I’m surprised you’re even here!” Jake teased as I undressed to take a shower.

“Ha! Ha! Yuck it up Jake. I have homework and he has shit to do too. You think I was just going to fuck him all weekend or something?” I snapped and he only laughed, shrugging.

“That’s what I would do with my girl if we had a full weekend to not worry about anything,” he insisted. I could only roll my eyes.

“Maybe that’s why you’re single?” I offered and he laughed more, glancing at his phone. “So how are you and Katie?” I pressed and he smiled, biting mardin escort bayan his lip as he shrugged.

“We’re texting all the time. I’m really excited to go to her game Friday,” he insisted and I nodded. “Bruno man she’s so sweet and funny,” he started and I hesitated, confused. This was a side of Jake I hadn’t seen, not in a long time.

“Oh man Jake, you almost sound like a regular guy. Not a womanizer!” I teased and he threw his pillow at me, both of us laughing. “I’m glad though, she seems like a great person. I’m learning that most people Clay has close to him are great fucking people,” I sighed, grabbing a towel and throwing it over my shoulder as I stood in my shorts.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he countered and I shrugged. “Bruno what’s going on? You seem, well, not ok?” he offered and I took a deep breath, shaking my head slowly. “Come on, you tell me everything. What is so bad you can’t-“

“Jake you’ve never been fucked in the ass so you wouldn’t understand!” I snapped and he flinched, looking confused and a bit embarrassed. “Sorry,” I covered my face, feeling more embarrassed.

“Did he hurt you?” he demanded then and I gasped, shaking my head as my ears went red. “Good. Bruno if he ever hurts you-“

“Jake! It’s not like that!” I insisted, feeling even more flustered and embarrassed. “I don’t want to explain it all but like, I guess it’s possible to like, um,” I covered my mouth, my face hot as I thought back on it.

“Spit it out!” he laughed and I sighed, covering my eyes as I cringed.

“I was so into it I lost control and I fucking pissed myself right after an orgasm!” I cried out, the silence after that statement suffocating. “God I felt like I was going to keep cumming, like I couldn’t stop. And then it just, I lost all control,” I shook my head, biting my lip as I glared at the ground. I had my arms crossed tightly, my whole body hot with embarrassment.

“Damn, he fucked you that good?” he laughed happily and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re such a fucking asshole!” I snapped and he sighed, crossing his arms.

“Bruno, man, why are you getting so embarrassed about it?” he demanded and I hesitated. “Did he make fun of you for it? Or act like it was gross?” he pressed and I shook my head slowly. He was quite the opposite, apologizing and reassuring me it wasn’t weird at all. “Did you hate it or were you in any pain?” he continued and I hesitated.

“It wasn’t painful, it just felt so weird! I told him to stop because I couldn’t figure out what was happening to me, well no I told him to just wait for a minute,” I corrected, Jake’s face looking worried.

“Does he do things you don’t want him to?” he demanded, really angry then. I shook my head quickly, pushing my hair back as I nibbled on my lip in thought.

“No, no look I love sex with Clay. Being with him is like, way better than anything I’ve ever experienced. And it goes both ways. Like he gives me everything I want, and I think I give him everything he wants,” I shrugged, Jake looking relieved as he eased back into the wall next to his bed.

“So what’s the problem?” he demanded and I hesitated.

“He compared me to one of his old fuck buddies,” I grumbled, Jake getting an obvious kick out of that! “Come on Jake, you have to understand how this makes me feel,” I insisted and he sighed.

“Bruno, I don’t believe I’m saying this but I think I’m actually on Clay’s side with this,” he started and I grimaced, glaring at him as he laughed some more. “Hear me out, ok? You are always so worried about making your partner happy, making them feel fulfilled. I honestly think this is the first time you are getting just as much from him as he is getting from you. Maybe you don’t know how to handle it but,” he shrugged and crossed his arms, letting the thought hang there.

“No I’m serious Jake, the first thing he could say after it happened was that one guy he was with actually liked feeling like that, or liked fucking pissing himself because of sex!” I insisted, Jake throwing his head back with laughter. “It’s not funny!” I grumbled as he covered his mouth.

“It is so fucking funny! Clay is so inept it’s hilarious. But I have to give him credit, he seems to be trying so damn hard to make you comfortable. You know when he took me on that little pizza date,” he started and I sighed, shaking my head. “He told me he was worried that any moment you would decide you don’t like him anymore because he’s a guy. That you’ve only ever been with women and that’s his biggest insecurity,” he breathed and I faltered in my conviction.

“Are you serious?” I demanded and he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Bruno you can’t tell me you’ve never noticed it? Has he ever been super insecure or whatever when he’s seen you around other girls?” he pressed and I felt all of the random memories come flooding back to me. “I mean I know he’s seen you kiss a girl, hell when you’re drunk you have no problem practically humping and groping women,” he snorted escort mardin with laughter and I blushed, feeling ashamed.

“But it’s not like that stops me from liking him!” I insisted and Jake shrugged.

“But be in his shoes. A seemingly straight man, dating another guy for the first time?” he offered and I thought about that for a moment. “What if you’re just being too sensitive. Like I get it, you both have your own weird insecurities or concerns with this relationship or whatever right? But to me? It doesn’t sound like he was comparing you to his fuck buddy. He was just telling you that he knows it happens, at least that it can happen, and gave you an example of someone who actually enjoyed it!” he breathed and I pouted.

“Yeah well-“

“No I’m serious Bruno, the two of you seem to be constantly cycling through misunderstandings with each other. Like you say or do one thing and he sees it as something else entirely. Or the other way around. Like if I were Clay, in that moment, I probably would have done the same thing. Knowing you had no experience I would have thought of the first thing I could, to try and make you not embarrassed,” he defended Clay. I was floored honestly. Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine Jake defending Clay.

“What about him not stopping when I told him to wait!” I grumbled then, clinging to my frustration and embarrassment to justify my reaction.

“Well yeah I mean that’s fucked up. But complaining to me about it solves nothing. And it sounds like you were enjoying it, just confused and a bit freaked out with how your body was reacting. So maybe talk to him about it?” he offered, pushing up from his bed. “I swear between the two of you I should start charging for these counseling sessions,” he grumbled and I sighed.

“Let’s get lunch after I shower,” I insisted as he pulled a hoodie on.

“Sure, I was planning on meeting up with Devon anyway,” he nodded and I smiled.

“Alright cool. I’ll bring my homework,” I mumbled and he sighed, chuckling as he shook his head. I took a quick shower, getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. I didn’t put a headband on today, just pushing my hair back whenever it would fall near my eyes and frustrate me. But a part of me wanted to try and get used to it, since Clay said he really liked it. And I didn’t think it looked too bad.

“Jake, I wanted to thank you by the way,” I mumbled as we walked in. He glanced at me with a smug smile, shrugging as he adjusted his shorts.

“Yeah well, the next session’s going to cost ya,” he punched my arm and I could only laugh, rubbing it as we got in line. We found Devon, sitting with him and before either of us could say anything he pulled his phone out and dropped it on the table.

“Our coach is all over the news,” he breathed and I sighed, my hand to my forehead as I glared at the different news articles. It looked like almost every major news station had some feature about Clay and our coach. “This is fucking insane,” he looked too pleased.

“Is this because of the game yesterday?!” Jake looked confused, Devon nodding with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Yeah, coach wigged the fuck out. I mean all his screws came loose,” he snorted with laughter, Jake chuckling too. “I guess some of the fans were recording the game and were pretty appalled with his behavior. Sent it in to apparently every news station they could,” he shrugged, Jake looking amazed as he glanced at me.

“So what does Clay think about this? He’s seen it too right?” he asked me then and I sighed.

“Mel showed us a news story, it was a feature on television!” I muttered, feeling uneasy as they both stared at me. “He wants to see what happens. At this point it’s almost like he doesn’t have to do anything right? Imagine if the school didn’t do anything after this makes national news?!” I continued both of them nodding once.

“Right, but is he ok?” Jake asked and I felt confused.

“Why wouldn’t he be?” I demanded.

“Bruno, the man just recently came out of the closet. He lost nearly his whole family because of it, and now he’s the number one feature for being an abused gay man on national television,” Devon studied me curiously, his eyebrows wrinkling slightly. “Is he not acting bothered or anxious at all?” he grumbled and I pursed my lips, shrugging. “Huh, I would have thought Clay would have been a bit more messed up over it.

“I mean he says hanging out with me calms him down when he is anxious. I think that’s why he wanted me to spend the night,” I muttered, fiddling with my fork as I thought about that more. Was he more aggressive and incessant last night because of his stress? I mean he told me he used sex to make himself feel better, or to avoid things.

“You look uncomfortable,” Devon chuckled and I sighed, dropping my fork as I crossed my arms. “Uh-oh, trouble in paradise? And so soon since the last time you two fought?” he pressed and I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“Honestly, I think this one is Bruno’s fault,” Jake started then, Devon looking between us with the most amused smirk. “But that’s just my opinion. I don’t know all sides of course,” he shrugged, Devon studying me then as he raised his eyebrow. He took a bite of his burger and then set it down, leaning onto his hands. He just stared me down as he chewed.

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