He pushes himself up and scootsback against the pillows. “What’s on?” he asks as he picks up the remote frombeside him.
“I just left it onAlien.You can change it, though.Children of the Cornis on one of thosechannels. It’s playing two times in a row after that crazy-ass psychologicalthriller we watched.”
“Martyrs? Oh my God that wascrazy!”
“You’re fucked up,” I say as helooks at me as if I’m the one who’s lost my mind for not enjoying the disturbing-as-shitmovie.
He peruses the TV directory. “Miracleon 34thStreet,A Christmas Story,Christmas Vacation.Looks like it’s the most wonderful time of the year again. Speaking of which,what are we doing for Christmas?”
I hadn’t even thought about it,but it’s next week.
“Sort of snuck up on us,” I say. “Idon’t know. What do you mean?”
“Like a gift exchange orsomething? I mean, I know we’re not serious and all, but…”
He gives me a look that clearlymocks our initial plan to not get attached. And he’s not wrong. Judgy as I wasabout starting anything with him, I’ve fallen into a trap, and it’s not one Iwant to get out of.
“I can’t imagine there’d beanything wrong with a little gift exchange. Very little, though. You know,since we’re not serious or anything.”
I wink at him. He smiles and setsthe remote beside him. He rolls over and lounges right beside me before trailinghis finger down my body. “I mean, we don’t have to put on another movie rightthis moment.”
“How can you go again?” I ask.
“A win always makes me a littleextra horny,” he says, raising his eyebrows.
He kisses me, and despite feelinglike we’ve had enough sex for the rest of the week, my dick stirs back to life.
He kisses down my body. Slowly,paying extra attention to all the muscles as he makes his way down. Like he’strying to taste every part of me.
Despite how much we’ve done it, Ican’t deny him, because we only have tonight before he’ll be back in thetrenches, prepping for this coming Saturday game…and potentially unavailable.Better to rub my dick raw tonight than not at all.
A loud bang comes from the door tohis hotel room.
Shit.
As Tad sits up quickly, glancingaround like he’s trying to figure out what the hell is going on, I roll out ofbed and collect my clothes off the floor.
“Tad!”
It’s Kiernan’s voice.
I collect my clothes into my arms,head into the bathroom, and hide behind the door.
“What the fuck, Kiernan?” Tadasks.
I hear the bedroom door open. “Whatthe fuck are you doing with Bryce?” Kiernan shouts.
Silence.
Oh, shit. What happened?
I replay everything that’soccurred in the past few days. Did Darren catch us when we were sneaking awayone night? Did he spot us when Tad sneak-attack-kissed me yesterday at thestadium? Considering how sloppy we’ve been recently, anything’s possible.
“What the fuck are you talkingabout?” Tad asks, and I’m concerned about how convincing his performance is.He’s a good liar. And it makes me wonder if maybe Darren wasn’t totallyaccurate about Tad never cheating on Jordan. Although I guess good lying is tobe expected from a guy who remained closeted for years while in the public eye.He’s used to putting on a show. Having to throw people off. And being anundercover agent, I guess I can’t judge.
“Don’t act like you don’t knowwhat I’m talking about,” Kiernan says. “Did you think no one would find out youguys are fucking?”
“I don’t know what you’re talkingabout.”
