His kiss travels down my face, tomy neck. I kick my head back and enjoy the sensations he stirs throughout mybody. Then he pushes off the wall, forcing himself off of me.
He grins, and I wish I could seehis eyes behind those shades. See the eagerness that they’re usually so full ofafter a moment like that.
I chuckle. So funny to think Ihated this asshole just a few weeks ago.
“That was kickass out there,” hesays.
“Thanks. I was getting worriedthat you were ruining my tight end abilities, but looks like I’m actuallyimproving.”
“Guess I’ll have to try harder.”
I laugh.
“Roarke! Roarke!” I recognize myteammates’ voices. “Dude, where the fuck are you?” They must need to chat withme about the game.
“I guess we’ll have to continuethis later,” I tell Bryce before kissing him briefly and dashing back throughthe hall, him tailing behind me.
Nineteen
Bryce
“Dammit!” I curse as Tad slides into me. I lean forward,pressing my hand against the tile wall. Water from the shower massages my backas he takes me from behind beneath the showerhead.
We’re at Lambeau Field, andconsidering we haven’t had a chance to fuck in forty-eight hours betweengetting to Green Bay and his game, this has been our first opportunity. Itexted Darren to let him know to head back to the hotel. That I would make sureTad got back okay. Then we snuck in here to have our private time together.
This is only the second time I’vebottomed for him in the past three weeks, but he earned it after that play outthere. It hurts like hell. As he builds into a good pace, I regret not havingbrought a packet of lube for us to use. But I kind of like the way it hurts.
He leans down, pressing his chestagainst my back. He wraps his arm around my neck. Then he pulls me upright ashe jams deep within me.
I stroke my dick furiously. Itfeels so good being filled with him. After I work my cock a bit, I shoot beforeme, shouting out my excitement as Tad rejoices in his own climax.
“Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah,” he says ashis movements assure me of his success.
He pulls out and removes thecondom, dispensing of it in a nearby trashcan before we hurry back to his roomand mess around some more.
As complicated as I thought thiswould get, it’s actually been the easiest situation I could have imagined. Theseexperiences we share are just what they need to be. Fun. Playful. Andconsidering how much time Tad has to himself between practice and games, we’vehad plenty of time to hook up. Which is good, because I can’t get enough ofhim.
As he pulls out yet again, I whiparound and lie on my back. He mounts me and assaults me with kisses.
There’s something desperate aboutthe way we can’t get enough of each other. I thought the more we fucked, theless we’d need it. But I was so fucking wrong.
He pulls away, wipes his dampface, and smiles. “Maybe we should order in tonight.”
I laugh at his friskiness. I cansee why he doesn’t have an issue finding guys wherever he goes. But with thisawareness of the light-hearted nature of what we’re doing, I fear what this meansfor us in the long haul, because I know that one day—maybe very soon—I’ll haveto deal with the consequences of letting it get this far. I don’t let theprospect bother me for long, because I’m certain that any negative that cancome from this will have been worth it considering how much fun we’ve hadtogether.
Twenty
Bryce
I lie next to Tad, who is stretched out across the covers, nude.It was a rewarding night—some penne pasta and pesto chicken from an Italianrestaurant followed by a couple of BJs and fuck sessions between movies. I cantell by the light piercing through the cracks in the blinds that it’s alreadyearly morning. When we’re together, I lose track of time, and it always seemsto slip away too fast.
He’s fast asleep, recovering fromhis game and our fucking. He looks so at peace. So different than the usualpiece of shit he can be. One hand rests on his bulbous chest. The other at hisside. He has a soft expression on his face, the blue light from the TV flashingoccasionally across his features.
His eyelids flit open, as if hecan tell that I’m watching him. I expect him to glare at me or think I’m beinga creeper, but he just smiles. It makes me imagine him as so much more than afuck buddy. I allow myself a sort of fantasy where this isn’t just anothernight. Where we have a history. Where we mean something more to each other. Ican’t help the fantasy. It’s what I’m used to. It’s how it’s always been for mewhen I’ve hooked up with someone for as long as I’ve hooked up with Tad.
“Morning,” he says, his smileexpanding across his face.
He doesn’t seem like the jerk Imet when I first showed up, and while I question some of my initial assumptionsabout him, I have to remind myself that it’s easy for things to be fun andcarefree when there are no strings attached. I’m here to protect him, and whenmy job is done, I’ll be gone, and this will all seem like a fucked-up dream.But a dream well worth having.
