The Jock Quotes

“I love you,” he called after Justin. “I loved you in Paris, and I still love you. You’re everything to me. You’re the first thing I think of when I open my eyes in the morning. You’re in class with me, you’re on the field with me, you’re in the gym with me. I talk to you when I’m alone. When I’m driving in my truck. When I’m jogging or working out. You’re on my mind every minute of the day. And you’re the last thing I see every night. That photo…” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I love you, and I’m not ashamed of that.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“I could fall in love with you, if I let myself. It was Paris, and it was summertime, and it was the wrong place and the wrong time. He wasn’t ready for this yet, wasn’t ready for his heart to catapult out of his chest and chase this man, crave him. He wasn’t ready to fall in love. But there was this guy named Justin, and it seemed Wes didn’t have a choice in the matter, because he was already on the way.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Thank you, Dad. For… standing up for me. Loving me.” “Never thank me for that. You’re my son. I will always love you.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“That smile could melt his bones. It was an aw-shucks grin, a grin that said, I’m trouble, with Wes’s head tilted forward, hiding his open-sky eyes.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Wes stood in front of him, staring at the ground, his face hidden by the brim of his hat.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“It was Paris, and it was summertime, and it was the wrong place and the wrong time. He wasn’t ready for this yet, wasn’t ready for his heart to catapult out of his chest and chase this man, crave him. He wasn’t ready to fall in love. But there was this guy named Justin, and it seemed Wes didn’t have a choice in the matter, because he was already on the way.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Ele se apaixonou e, como todas as histórias de amor épicas, havia um preço a pagar. Afinal, ele foi feito para amar o cisne branco.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Yum. Finger-lickin’ good.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Around nine, Wes messaged. I was showing off for you. Maybe you were, but you’re excellent all on your own. I’m going to show off for you Saturday, too. Yeah? Yeah. I’m going to win this game for you. <3 I’m going to win every game for you, mon amour.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Around nine, Wes messaged. I was showing off for you. Maybe you were, but you’re excellent all on your own. I’m going to show off for you Saturday, too. Yeah? Yeah. I’m going to win this game for you. <3 I’m going to win every game for you, mon amour. Chapter Sixteen Being”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Colton blew out a long, slow breath. “I think you should talk to everyone and lay it all out there. Why you thought you had to do what you did. Everyone thought you were using us, you know? You had your own world that no one knew about and that you didn’t trust us with, but you sure as shit were fine with us catapulting you into stardom. When I read that article…” Colton’s jaw moved left and right. “I thought, Jesus, I’m only good enough to throw you sweet passes. Give you touchdowns, give you yards, get you some good stats and wall-to-wall ESPN highlights. But apparently I wasn’t good enough to really know you. Like I was just someone you put up with to get what you needed. That I—none of us—were really your friends.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“They were trying to be discreet. Keep their love hidden. But it was hard. Wes wanted Justin to be a part of his life, in every way possible. Wanted to spend the night with him, like the other guys had girls stay over in their rooms. Wanted to wake up in Justin’s arms, wake Justin up with Wes’s mouth around his cock. He wanted to hold Justin’s hand as they walked to class. He wanted to carry Justin’s backpack and his books. Take him out on real dates, not just to drive-throughs and parking lots where they could sneak a make-out session.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Mon amour,” Justin moaned.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Justin squirmed. His eyes slid to the pool, to the raindrops. They’d wanted children, and all they got was him. Something about the pregnancy. His mom couldn’t have any more children after him. Sometimes he wondered, if she could go back, have the chance to wipe him away, would she? Would she say No, not this one, I’ll try again next month? Would another egg and sperm have created an easier, less complicated child? Who led a less complicated life?”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“What if Wes was outed? What if the world found out that what he wanted most wasn’t to catch that shovel pass and make a breakaway for the end zone or to snatch that fade from Colton in the back corner of the end zone and rack up another touchdown on the scoreboard, but that he wanted Justin? He wanted to be on his knees, Justin’s cock in his mouth, Justin’s hands gripping his skull? To be balls deep in Justin, kissing him until his toes curled, until Justin’s ankles crossed behind his back and Wes ran his palm down Justin’s smooth thigh, gripped his ass as he thrust in, and in, and in?”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“He kissed Wes as if he’d wanted to kiss him from the moment they’d met, the moment Wes had walked through the door and seen him in the slanted sunlight. And Wes held him tight, held him like he was precious and perfect and everything Wes had ever wanted. Because he was. In that moment, beneath the lights of the Eiffel Tower, Paris under his skin and inside his veins, Justin was everything he’d waited his whole life for.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“I’m a nursing major.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“He took selfies kissing guys, grinding with them against the dirty club walls and in the bathroom stalls, got an outrageous picture of an older man licking his bare chest as he threw his head back in ecstasy. And he sent them all to his parents.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“He couldn’t have what he wanted. Not in this lifetime, it seemed. His shoulders were only large enough to carry everyone else’s dreams, not his own. Not in his broken world.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Você está na minha mente a cada minuto do dia. E você é a última coisa que vejo todas as noites. Essa foto... — Ele enfiou as mãos nos bolsos da calça jeans. — Eu te amo e não tenho vergonha disso.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock

“Ele era um homem, com um coração - e esse coração pertencia a Justin, enquanto o mundo queria que pertencesse ao futebol. Mas não pertencia, e ele não podia forçar. Ele não queria. Ele só queria amar Justin.”
― Tal Bauer, The Jock