Bash caught a “fuck you” from the other boy, but still couldn’t determine his identity.
Something changed hands. Bash squinted. He couldn’t see what the other boy slipped into his pocket.
“I take cash, Venmo, or check,” Cort said, and Bash felt his stomach drop.
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“Okay, that sounds bad. How sure are you that it was a drug deal?” Adonis said.
The two of them were lying on Bash’s bed, wearing only their underwear. The plan had been to fuck as soon as they met at the apartment, but Bash had needed to talk about what he saw withsomeone. They’d made it through three minutes of making out and touching each other before he’d broken away and said he needed advice.
“Pretty sure,” Bash said. His fingers played idly with Adonis’s hair. Their legs were draped over each other.
“Did youseewhat Cort gave the other guy?”
“No. I thought about confronting them, but what was I going to say?”
“No, that makes sense.” Adonis rubbed his foot absently against Bash’s calf. “I wouldn’t have confronted them either. They’d deny it, and you don’t have any right to search them or anything. Are you going to tell your coach?”
“I don’t know. What if I’m wrong?”
“Yeah, but what if the team ends up caught in a doping scandal?”
“That would be bad.”
Adonis rolled onto his side, placing a delicate hand on Bash’s stomach. “I’m not saying that it would be your fault,” he clarified. He nuzzled into Bash’s neck, and Bash sighed.
“I know,” he said.
“And whatever you decide to do, I’ll—I’ll support it,” Adonis said. His hand traveled lower.
There it was again. A half-spoken indication that Bash and Adonis meant somethingmoreto each other than just buddies who hooked up every now and then. Who needs their fuck buddy’s support in a difficult moral decision?
Certainly not Bash.
But he wanted Adonis’s support.
“Thank you for talking about that with me,” Bash said.
Adonis’s hand slipped below the waistband of Bash’s underwear. Bash sucked in a breath.
“Of course,” Adonis murmured. He offered a wicked smile. “Do I get a reward for being a good sounding board?”
“Yes, you do,” Bash said.
He’d been patient for long enough. It was time to do what they both wanted.
“Come here,” Bash said. He pulled Adonis to him.
Adonis settled in Bash’s lap, straddling him, while Bash gripped him and their mouths met. The first kiss was almost tender. Soon, they were clutching passionately at each other, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, hands traveling over skin.
Bash grew hard beneath Adonis, whose body was strong and supple beneath his hands. They moved in perfect synchronization, Adonis grinding his ass against Bash, Bash gently thrusting up into him.
Their underwear was the only thing separating them. Bash was determined to remove the barrier immediately.
“Fuck, Bash,” Adonis said as Bash’s hand dipped beneath the back of Adonis’s underwear. Bash could barely hear him as he grasped the firm roundness of Adonis’s ass. He was muscular in a different way than Bash. His strength was lean but still very powerful, the strength of a runner or a dancer. Bash’s strength was brute size.
“You like that?” Bash said, squeezing Adonis’s ass.
