“We have a few minutes though…” He closes the distance between us and runs his fingers over my stomach. “And I really do love your abs…”
He grins and drops to his knees, reaching for the button of my jeans.
“You look so pretty on your knees, baby,” I murmur, loving the color that flushes his cheeks. His newfoundconfidence is sexy as hell, but I still enjoy making him blush when I can. “What about your glitter?”
“I’m sure it will survive,” he says, pulling my boxers down and releasing my cock.
I run my fingers through his hair, loving the sight before me. He licks a line up the underside of my cock, before swirling his tongue around the tip, keeping eye contact the entire time.
“Fuck, Donovan, how did I get so lucky?”
He whimpers and moans as he takes my cock in his mouth, using his hands on my ass to hold me as he moves his head. We’re in the middle of the room and I’ve got nothing to steady myself against, so I grip his hair even tighter, drawing more moans from him.
“This feels amazing,” I murmur, “you’re incredible.”
He pulls against my ass, wanting me to take over, so I thrust into him, starting slow before building my pace.
“Look at you, so pretty in your glitter, taking my cock so well.”
He hollows his cheeks and sucks, moaning around me.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”
He holds me against him, not letting me withdraw, so I spill into his mouth, loving the sensation as he swallows everything.
“I love you so fucking much,” I say, hauling him to his feet so I can claim his mouth in a kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.
“I love you too,” he says.
Our kiss is interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
“Come in, it’s open,” Donovan shouts.
“Jesus, baby, give me a minute,” I say, tucking myself back into my jeans.
“Happy Pride,” Diablo says, before bursting into laughter. “Shit, it looks like you’ve already been celebrating.”
“Oh my god, do you have to comment?” Donovan groans.
“Do you wanna wait until your boyfriend is dressed before you tell us to come in?” Diablo laughs.
“Yeah,” Beth chuckles, “I know he’s got an incredible body, but do you really need to flaunt him in our faces.”
“I’m standing right here!” I say. “And for the record, I was going to wait before telling you to come in.”
“Alright, alright,” Donovan says, “I got excited okay, I didn’t think.”
“I know, baby,” I chuckle, collaring his throat gently and kissing him, I wouldn’t want to mess up his glitter…
I grab the jersey and put it on; it’s white with a diagonal progress pride rainbow across the body. Working with our marketing team to create the design was so much fun, and with all the proceeds going to such an amazing cause, I hope they’re popular. With the team wearing them during the march today it should get the word out.
My eyes start to water, and I look away from the others. I never in a million years thought I’d be wearing a jersey for the pro-football team I play for, and it being covered by a pride rainbow. My sexuality is no longer a secret, my team knows, our fans know, and I’m still here, they’re behind me one hundred percent.
“You okay?” Donovan whispers, running his hand along my arm.
“All good, just taking a moment.”
“It’s a big day for both of us,” he says.
