“I have a plan for it,” I admitted.
“You do?”
“Indeed, my boy. Indeed, I do. So, you were talking about your coach,” I prompted him.
“Oh, yeah. He was a great coach. He motivated us. He was the one who confronted me about the videos my brother sent. He offered to help me but I didn’t take it.”
“I’m sure he would have helped you, Ryan.”
“I know. He probably would have. I was too ashamed,” Ryan explained.
“Ryan—” I began to remind him that there was nothing for him to feel ashamed over, but he quickly wanted to move away from the mentioning of being ashamed.
“Anyhow, my scholarship was up. It was just a two-year scholarship. He said he was going to put in for me to get it extended. I had good grades and all, but around there, straight A’s were nothing. They were a dime a dozen. Everyone had them. They had to. I was a decent player, but not a star. I was replaceable, so I didn’t see the school extending it. Besides,” he changed to an upbeat tone. “If I hadn’t left and come to Vegas, I wouldn’t have eventually met you.”
“Very true, Ryan.”
“Then you’d be sad because you would still just be topping people instead of having your very own sub boy,” he said playfully.
“You are right. The day you walked into my life, I felt a deep purpose with you,” I replied.
After hours of walking up and down aisles of sports memorabilia and merchandise, we finally headed to the car. It was on our walk to my SUV that I felt invigorated. I was mere steps away from being able to touch him. My SUV was in the parking garage, on an outer spot, facing away from all the other cars. As we approached the SUV, I scanned our surroundings for anyone coming or going. It was desolate.
We put our bags in the cargo area and once we got inside, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I took hold of his hair and gripped the center of his t-shirt to pull him close. His mouth opened willingly against mine. After reminding him that he’s mine with my mouth, I pressed my forehead against his.
I was about to push him.
“Stay with me, Ryan.” I pressed my lips against his again. “Stay the weekend with me,” I whispered into his mouth.
“Okay,” he murmured. “I’d like that.”
