But I don’t want to come off as inexperienced or, worse, scare Hawk away. Now that I’m this close to properly getting fucked, the last thing I want is for him to think I can’t handle it.
“Yeah, plenty of times,” I lie. “But never in a sling before.”
Hawk squints at me. “Are you lying to me, pretty boy?”
Shit. Maybe he’s more perceptive than I thought.
“What? No. Why would I?—”
“Listen, I know the look. You get twitchy, and you avoid eye contact. Classic giveaway. So I’ll ask again: have you ever had a cock up your ass, Micah? Answer me honestly this time. Please.”
Damn. He’s got me.
I let out a sigh. “No, I haven’t. Not yet. But trust me, I’m dying to, Hawk. I can’t wait.”
He smiles, his hand sliding along my thigh.
“It’s alright, Micah. I’m not gonna hold it against you. I love how eager you are. That’s really fucking sexy. But I gotta say, this might be a little ambitious for a first-timer.”
Exactly what I was afraid of—that he’d back off because I’ve never done this before.
“I can take it, Hawk. I can take all of you.”
“You think so, huh?”
“Absolutely.”
He rubs his jaw, like he’s thinking it over.
“Please, Hawk. Fuck me. I need it. Need to feel your big cock inside me.”
“Shit, Micah. I could listen to you beg all day.”
He walks over to the wall, grabs a bottle of lube from the shelf, and turns back to me with a grin.
“Alright, you got me. I was trying to act like a gentleman, but that dirty mouth of yours is making it impossible. Now, I hope you know what you got yourself into, ‘cause I ain’t holding back.”
I gulp, a rush of excitement tightening in my gut.
“I expect nothing less from you, Hawk. Go all out. I can take it.”
10
TOBY
“You guys are still here?” Diesel asks, pulling his mouth off my dick and wiping his chin.
I jolt upright, scrambling to cover myself with my towel, but it’s way too late for that. Omar and Cole saw everything.
“Yeah, you have our stuff in your locker, remember?” Omar says. “But what the fuck, man? This is what you guys stuck around for? To go down on each other?”
Diesel shrugs. “I mean, yeah, kinda.”
That’s all he says. No excuses, no explanations.
Omar folds his arms, shaking his head, but Cole just stands there staring. His eyes move from Diesel to me, then back to Diesel. There’s something in his expression I can’t read—not quite anger, not quite disgust. Something else.
“Is our whole team gay now or what? First Micah, now you guys,” Omar mutters.
