Taylor nodded, not entirely believing him. That explanation just didn’t fit. Not when Fletcher was looking at him with an intense look. Looking athim. Something twisted uncontrollably in his chest. The look made Taylor think that maybe… Fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking like this. This was how careers ended. Why guys got traded.
“Is that—” Taylor swallowed, chest tightening. “Is that the only reason?” Taylor’s voice was husky as he said it.
Fletcher didn’t answer. His gaze dropped just for a minute, looking down at Taylor’s mouth. Taylor’s heart was beating faster than it ever had. Fletcher leaned closer, so close that Taylor could feel the warmth of his breath on his lips. Taylor’s lips parted suddenly, without him even knowing it. The intensity of it made his stomach churn.
Taylor’s chest rose and fell. And rose and fell. It was likeFletcher had some gravitational pull that made Taylor want to inch closer to him. Like Taylor’s whole body was buzzing with an intense attraction. He leaned his head in until their faces were less than an inch apart. Fletcher moved ever so slightly until their noses touched, brushing against each other. His hand slid up Taylor’s jaw, firmly and without permission. With zero hesitation.
Anger flared hot and sharp inside of him. It made Taylor hate himself for how badly he wanted this. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He wanted this more than anything.
“We can’t,” Taylor muttered to him. Fletcher didn’t argue. But he didn’t pull away either. He was telling Taylor that the ball was in his court. If they were going to do this, then it would be Taylor’s fault. Not his.
“I know,” Fletcher muttered.
Fuck it. Taylor connected their mouths anyways. There was so much being said unspoken in the air, and he just wanted to shut Fletcher up.
His hands immediately went to Fletcher’s body, needing contact. One hand slid up Fletcher’s shirt to hold him in place by his hip. His other hand slid up beneath the shirt and ran up the middle of his back before sliding down to hold him by the small of his back. Taylor tried to pull Fletcher closer, but Fletcher’s seat belt was holding him back. Fletcher removed his hand from Taylor’s face and frantically reached down to unbuckle it, all while never breaking the kiss. He freed himself from the seat belt and pressed himself flush against Taylor’s body.
Taylor deepened the kiss as Fletcher awkwardly swung a leg over Taylor’s lap, but he didn’t pull Fletcher to straddle him like he really wanted to because someone definitely could’ve seenthem.
Their tongues fought for dominance as Fletcher accidentally let a quiet moan slip. It was soft enough that no one else on the plane could hear it, which made Taylor feel a little better about it. Fletcher’s hand found Taylor’s face again as he ran the other one up under Taylor’s shirt to feel his abs. His stomach contracted. Taylor unconsciously ground himself up against Fletcher, which made Fletcher do the same. He was agonizingly hard, cock begging to be let out of his sweatpants. Fletcher’s hand reached down to cup him, which made Taylor let out a guttural moan. He rubbed Taylor over his pants and Taylor thrust himself into Fletcher’s hand.
Taylor tugged at Fletcher’s bottom lip with his teeth, which made Fletcher’s mouth part. Fletcher’s hand squeezed Taylor through his pants as his other one slid down his face to hold him by his neck. Taylor removed his hand from Fletcher’s hip as he cupped Fletcher’s ass.
Taylor pulled away from the kiss and rested his head against Fletcher’s. He needed to know what Fletcher’s bulge felt like more than anything, but he was immobilized as Fletcher continued to get him off. Their noses brushed up against each other as they brushed their parted lips together, sharing air. Fletcher leaned in and pressed his open mouth over the bridge of Taylor’s nose, letting out a series of breathless moans and whimpers as Taylor chased his release.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher whispered breathlessly.
His hand left Fletcher’s hip as Taylor tugged on his hair and quickly pressed a messy kiss to Fletcher’s cheek and a second to his brow bone.
Taylor’s impending release built up and upbefore he finally finished in his boxers, bursts of hot semen shooting down his pants. Holy shit. Holy shit.
“Armstrong. Holy shit.”
Fletcher connected their lips once more in a slow, drawn-out kiss before removing his hand from Taylor’s crotch and slumping back into his seat. He leaned back to catch his breath as he slapped a hand against Taylor’s thigh again. This time, in a patronizing way. Still panting, he looked at Taylor with a cocky look in his eye, like reality had finally set in that he made Taylor come in his pants. On the back of a fucking airplane. He looked highly proud of himself.
Taylor felt disgusted with himself. Not the fact that he let another man get him off, but because he lost control. He willingly gave up control. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t the type of guy who easily gave into his urges.
“This was a mistake,” Taylor said coldly. He picked up Fletcher’s hand and removed it from his leg as he stood up and walked back up to the front of the plane.
14
The Boston Game
“How many drinks will it take for you to make out with me?” Emogen shouted over the music that blasted through the giant speakers on the DJ’s booth.
Emogen had her arms wrapped around Taylor’s waist in the funny way she always did, but she had her head craned out to await Corinna’s answer.
Corinna gave her a devilish smirk as she slithered out of Douglas’ hold on her and paced over to Emogen in three steps. She planted her hands on Emogen’s cheeks and stuck her tongue down her throat. Emogen released Taylor’s hips and wrapped her arms around Corinna’s curvy body.
Everyone around them cheered, whistling at them or telling them to get a room. Corinna broke the kiss and laughed. She threw her arms around Emogen’s neck and the two of them danced like they were just two girls in their own little world.
Even Douglas was cheering them on with an aroused look on his face.
Douglas had confessed to Fletcher that he and Corinna had had threesomes before with other girls. Fletcher nearly choked on his pre-workout when Douglas told him. Mostly because they were in the middle of having a conversation about their workout plan. He just dropped the bombshell on Fletcher and then continued explaining why they should start with higher weights and lower reps instead of lower weight and higher reps.
Douglas was probably the last person he would ever suspect was into anything not vanilla. Sure, he was a little peculiar and had an interesting sense of humor, but it seemed so weird to Fletcher that his friend would be into something like that.
After they had finished working out, he asked Fletcher if he had ever had a threesome.
