“Uh. Sorry, Captain. I’m driving Ruiz home and left my keys in my locker,” Schultz said, his ears red. I figured he was going to pretend he didn’t hear that, but instead, he continued. “So, uh, did I hear correctly? You’re gay? Or, or… bi?”
“Gay,” I answered warily.
His answering grin seemed friendly. “So, like, my sister has zero chance with you but maybe my brother does? He’s bi.”
I held back a laugh. “Eh, sorry. I’ve got a hot chef on the hook. In fact, I’m rushing out to catch him before his shift starts.”
“Okay, well, you’re a good dude. Let me know if it doesn’t pan out with him.”
I rolled my eyes, but then I noticed that Ruiz hadn’t said anything yet.
“Y-you o-okay, dude?” I asked, pissed that my stutter decided to show up right at that exact moment.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. I stiffened, waiting for the blow. “If I’d known I’d had a chance with you, I would’ve shot my shot,” he said with a sneaky grin.
This motherfucker right here.
Shaking my head, I let out a sigh, not realizing how much I’d been worried about my teammates.
“Dude,” Schultz said, smacking Ruiz’s shoulder. “Stop hitting on my brother’s future husband.”
“You two are the worst.”
“Nah. We’re awesome,” Ruiz shot back, holding up his hand.
I high-fived him and we did our usual handshake. He used the grip to pull me in.
“Seriously, though, if your chef doesn’t work out, I’m happy to be a soft place to land, you hear?”
I blushed to the roots of my hair. “Got it. Though, uh. I think it’s gonna work out. Just a feeling.”
“Good man, then,” he said, smiling genuinely.
Schultz grabbed his keys, and they took off.
Damn, that could’ve gone sideways in a hurry, but… it didn’t.
Fuckin’ A.
I’d managedto catch Sev right before he went to work, and the sight of him in his chef’s jacket was hot as fuck. We’d only had enough time for him to pull me inside for some tasteless, sexy-as-hell rutting up against his front door. He’d had to change his trousers and I’d had to drive home with sticky cum in my underwear, but it’d been worth it.
Over the next twenty-four hours we texted each other dozens of times, and each text was increasingly more sexual and unhinged than the last. Better yet, we’d reiterated our statuses and our desire to go condom free.
Thankfully, he had today off, so I was standing on his welcome mat, waiting for him to answer the doorbell. When he opened the door, I stepped right through, bodying him into his own living room as I dragged him up for a kiss.
“I missed you, too,” he joked, biting his lip before going in for another round of making out.
The next time we came up for air, we raced each other to his room and fell onto the bed, bumping and grinding against each other.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, curling his tongue around my ear lobe. “I don’t want you to feel like this is too fast…”
“I need it fast, and I need it from you,” I said, ready to beg because the thing I needed more than anything else was for this man to fuck me.
I loved topping, genuinely, but there were times when I wanted to be fucked. Since I’m a big rugby lad, guys always made a lot of assumptions. Hell, the last guy I had sex with had insisted on me topping exclusively because he couldn’t wrap his mind around a bigger guy wanting it up the ass. When I’d wanted to flip things around, he’d laughed.
“You want me to top you? That’s crazy.”
I’d left his place feeling ashamed, and it took a while to get over that feeling. It was enough to make me hesitate before hitting theversoption when I’d created my profile on the H2H app. In the end, though, I’d decided I didn’t wanna be with somebody who made me feel shitty about it, and I wasn’t going to fuck with people who didn’t get it. I was pleasantly surprised, then, when I’d gone to Sev’s profile and saw that he was vers, too.
