That husky rasp always got me, and I sighed when he sank to his knees, taking my shorts and briefs with him. Already aching, my dick sprang up, and Dev sucked me hard and fast, his fingers gripping my thighs. Four years or forty, I’d never get tired of his touch. I gazed down, met his eyes, and he fucking winked at me.
“Fucking hell, Dev.” I hissed and his teeth scraped my rock-hard shaft. My hands tightened in his hair, and at his throaty sounds of encouragement, I thrust into his warm mouth. “That’s it, that’s it.” I cried out and came, my head flung back, as pinwheels of color burst in my mind’s eye.
Dev hummed as he sucked the last drop, then rested on his heels with a blissful expression. I joined him and kissed his lips, tasting myself. His fingers tangled in my hair, keeping his face to mine.
“I love you, Brody.”
“Me too. Now come here and let me love you.”
With the same grace he showed on the field, wriggling his way out of tight spots, Dev got naked below the waist in seconds flat. I laid him on the rug, admiring his gorgeous body. Always a vocal lover, Dev groaned loud and long as I pumped his shaft between my lips and played with his balls.
“Fuck me, Brody, oh God.” He dug into the rug and hiked his hips up, forcing his thick cock down my throat, and I held him there. After all the years together, I could sense his impending orgasm, but I wanted more from him today. I released him.
“What the hell,” he gasped, fixing me with a glare. “Fuck, Brody, I was almost there.”
“Yeah, but I want something more from you.” I twirled my finger. “Turn over.”
A salacious gleam lit his eyes. “Mmm. Okay, I’m not mad about it anymore.” He rested on his forearms, presenting me with his beautiful ass.
“Everyone else gets to look at this on Sundays, but only I get to touch it.” I grabbed each cheek and squeezed hard.
Dev moaned. “Oh yeah, baby. Take what you want. It’s yours.”
I dove in, sliding my tongue past the rim, and he grunted. “Taste so good, baby. I could eat you all day long.” I spread him wide and went in on him like a starving man. Dev’s groans and cries rose in the air, and he pushed his ass into my face as I licked and sucked him.
“Oh God, Brody, please,” Dev panted and worked his dick. I stopped licking him to wet my fingers and slide them deep inside him. “Fuck,” he screamed and came hard, spilling out beneath him. He lay facedown, his body glistening with sweat as tremors rippled underneath his skin. He turned his head to the side and flashed that famous, wicked grin.
“Good thing I had my clothes underneath me and didn’t mess up the rug. Someone might’ve thought you had a puppy that had an accident.”
I ruffled his hair and lay beside him. “My very own Devil-dog.”
He shook with laughter, then turned to face me. “You’re happy?”
“Are you kiddin’ me?” I pushed the hair out of his eyes. “You have to ask?”
Dev sat up. “I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to make sure. And I’m not talking about the sex.” His eyes grew soft. “That’s always amazing. But it’s been a whirlwind these past few weeks with your move and getting the apartment. I just need to check.”
I pulled him close so his leg straddled my hips. Our chests touched, and my nose brushed his. I craved that physical contact.
“When you left, I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal. Like, I’d been alone all those years during the season, and it was fine—our videos and off-season meet-ups were good enough.”
Dev’s smile imprinted on my cheek. “Good enough isn’t what I’m looking for with you. I’m a greedy bastard.”
I chuckled. “So am I. And havin’ you with me these past months taught me that. I missed everything about you.” I rubbed his cheek with mine. “No one singin’ in the shower. Knowin’ I didn’t need to buy a second pint of ice cream. The empty seat next to me in the car and across the table. You’re part of me now, and when you’re gone, it’s like I’m not whole.”
He put his arms around me. “And now here we are. Together. Forever.”
“Nothing to keep us apart.”
Chapter Ten
Dev
“Green 64, Green 64, hut, hut.”
I faded back from the line of scrimmage and pivoted, scanning the field. Brody was double-teamed, so I threw to my second favorite receiver, Jonas Armstrong. A perfect spiral into his arms, and with his trademark explosive speed, he took off, evading tackles and making it untouched into the end zone. If this had been an actual game, the crowd would be roaring with approval, but instead we walked to midfield to listen to Coach instruct us on what we had and hadn’t done correctly.
It was mandatory minicamp training, and preseason games were beginning the following week. All of us had been in the zone, training hard all day, every day for the past two weeks. As I’d predicted, Brody had fit right in, and there was a sense of anticipation that this year we might be able to bring a Super Bowl win after missing it by a hair the year before. We were hungry, and we wanted it.
