I shift him so he’s on his knees, his arms wrapped around a pillow beneath his head, so he’s comfortable and supported. Using the lube to get him ready, I revel in his sleepy moans before pushing my cock into him. The last time I took him like this, it was quick and rough, so I purposely keep it slow, enjoying the sensations and teasing him with my long strokes. He's not making it easy though, the way he’s arching his back is sexy as fuck.
“So good,” he moans.
“We’re gonna be able to wake up like this every day,” I say, continuing my lazy thrusts.
“Is that a promise?”
“Yes, baby, it’s a promise.”
Donovan agrees to come with me to the press conference, but he doesn’t want to be on camera, which I respect. I’m just grateful that he’ll be there so I can start introducing him to people. We’ve decided to stay at the clubhouse again tonight, because of their history and Slim’s military background the place is well protected, and I’d rather stay there than at Marcus’s house. I really hope there won’t be any negative backlash from today, but I know I’ve got to be realistic too.
We’re driven to the stadium in a hired car with security guards, who drop us off in the underground parking lot to avoid the press. They’re all gathered outside the main entrance waiting to be allowed in, a mixture of eager and frustrated expressions.
“There’s so many of them,” Donovan whispers, his hand resting in mine on top of my thigh.
“Yeah, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous,” I chuckle.
“You’ll be great,” he says, squeezing my hand in reassurance. “So, remind me who I’ll be meeting today?”
I’ve already told him about everyone, so I know he’s just trying to distract me, but I’m grateful for it.
“Coach Matthews, Ted, Mindy, and Marcus,” I say, as he nods along with me.
The doors are opened for us, and we make our way into the building. There’s a figure in the distance and I’m glad that it’s Marcus we’re meeting first, knowing he’ll make Donovan feel at home.
“Hey bro,” he calls, smiling and pulling me into a hug when we reach each other.
“Hey, so Marcus, this is my boyfriend, Donovan. Baby, this is Marcus, our quarterback.”
A blush crosses Donovan’s cheeks as I introduce him and it’s cute as hell, him blushing at me calling him my boyfriend will never get old.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Marcus says, shaking his hand. “This guy hasn’t shut up about you for the last few weeks, moping around the house, pining over you. It’s nice to see him smiling again.”
Donovan laughs, “Moping and pining, wow, I like this guy.”
“Shut up, both of you,” I chuckle.
“Come on,” Marcus says, heading back the way he came from. “Everyone’s gathered already.”
We follow him to the press room, currently empty of journalists, but the main table has everyone sitting alongside each other, reviewing notes and making last minute changes.
“Stephen,” Mindy says, grinning as she sees us. “And this must be Donovan?”
“Uh… yeah,” he says shyly.
“Donovan has decided that he doesn’t want to be on camera, if that’s still okay?” I ask.
“Of course,” Mindy nods, before leaning closer to Donovan. “You can sit with me in the less scary seats.”
“Are there any changes I need to know about?” I ask.
“No, I think we’ve got everything sorted from our plans, but as I said, there’s going to be an element of reaction too when it comes to question time. But you’ll do great, now you really can just be yourself.”
“You’ve got this, bro!” Marcus punches me lightly. “And if in doubt, look at me, and I’ll jump in for you.”
“Thanks,” I say.
He’s so much more natural in front of the camera than I am, he makes this whole press thing look effortless. And with how supportive he’s been of me, and after the nights he’s spent listening to me talk about Donovan, I feel very comfortable with him speaking for me if needed.
