That was the only encouragement I needed. With a shout I’d later regret, I came all over Drew’s hand as my ass clenched around Bryce’s cock. That drove him over the edge and he pounded into me two more times before filling the condom.
We fell into a heap on and around Drew, holding each other’s sweaty bodies as we struggled to come back down to earth. About the time I felt steady enough to get up and grab a washcloth, someone pounded on the door.
“When you freaks are done in there, there’s work to be done out here,” Jason yelled. By the way his voice faded slightly, I could tell he’d been passing by and wasn’t standing directly outside the door listening.
I expected Drew to retreat into himself, embarrassed at being caught by two of our best friends, but instead he burst out laughing. Bryce and I soon joined him, because it was pretty fucking funny that we’d lost control that way.
“I guess we’d better get out there,” I grumbled as I crawled over Drew to retrieve my sweatpants. “Like I said, you two are bad influences.”
“You didn’t seem to be complaining a little while ago,” Bryce pointed out.
“True, but that doesn’t make my statement any less valid.” I leaned over and kissed both of them before disappearing out of the room.
17
Eric
Jason shookhis head and laughed when he saw me walking gingerly into the kitchen, where my sandwich was still sitting on the counter. I flipped him off and shoved a quarter of the sandwich into my mouth before I said anything stupid. After spending so many years freaking out about what my friends would think if they found out I was gay, it was refreshing to have this type of camaraderie with a former teammate.
Not for the first time, I wished I’d never been traded to Seattle. They were a great team, but I’d never felt as comfortable there as I did when I was around the Mavericks players. I knew at least part of that was because their manager and head office had taken a stand that no gay player would be treated any differently, and that the only thing that mattered was the stats they put up on the field. The other twenty-nine teams in the league had a long way to go to catch up to Milwaukee’s progressive stance.
“Don’t you dare give them shit, Jason,” Cam warned his boyfriend, brandishing a wooden spoon when he turned around. “You know damn well we’d have done the same thing if they were at our place and they’d stepped out like we did. Hell, we almost got busted by Mason and Sean on more than one occasion, trying to get in a quickie before they got to your place.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to tease the hell out of them,” Jason admitted. “It’s not what they were doing, it’s the fact that Eric’s fucking loud as hell. I’m beginning to wonder if the neighbors have ever called in a complaint with the way he screams.”
I slugged him in the shoulder before easing myself onto the seat next to him. “Funny man. For your information, there are exactly two men in the world who can make me that way and both of them are probably still in the bed while I’m out here with you.”
“That sounds like a you problem,” Jason teased. Cam glared at him and he held his hands up in surrender. Cam might be slight, but it was evident that Jason wasn’t about to piss him off.
“So Cam, you do realize you’re not cooking for the entire team tomorrow, right?” I wasn’t trying to complain, but it looked like we had enough food for fifty people, not the seven who’d be here for lunch.
“Yeah, I’d need a hell of a lot more food if I was.” Cam laughed. “Seriously, I’m beginning to think you guys earn your huge salaries because they’re worried you won’t be able to eat enough if you made what mere mortals make.”
“Good point, although I think you went soft when you were out in New York,” I teased. We’d grown closer in the almost two weeks since he’d come home. When they weren’t at their place fucking like rabbits, Jason and Cam were here so Cam could spend time with Drew. It irritated me that Drew didn’t seem to be upset by Cam’s hovering the way he was if any of us did it, but it was impossible to ignore the shift in his attitude since Cam returned. “You’re used to cooking itty bitty servings, just enough for those pretentious judges to taste so they can tear you to shreds.”
Cam wouldn’t let anyone else cook when he was around and acted as though a major crime had been committed if anyone suggested takeout, which meant we’d all been treated to Cam’s culinary skills nearly every evening. I was fairly certain there was nothing that guy couldn’t cook.
“They weren’t that bad.” He obviously knew better than I did, but from what I’d seen, the judging panel on the first episode made it their mission to see if they could get the contestants to crack under the pressure. “And think about it… They’re putting their names on the line every time they critique us. They’re all accomplished chefs with years of experience.”
“Yeah, except for that one guy,” I pointed out. Even Cam had grumbled about how one of the chefs had no place judging a kiddie competition, much less one where the stakes were so high. “I’m wondering if he partied so hard that his taste buds died somewhere along the way. You made that exact dish for us, and unless you totally fucked it up on the show, he’s crazy to say it was bland and had the texture of baby food.”
“Yeah, well he must be doing something right,” Cam countered. “He’s got one of the top-rated shows on the network. Not many people in the world can say that.”
“True, but what does he really do? He just visits restaurants around the country and shoots the shit with the owners and patrons,” Jason added, obviously in agreement with my opinion. “So, are you going to tell us how many weeks we have to watch him? Because as much as I love you, I’m not sure I’ll make it through to the end without throwing something at the television.”
“There are only ten episodes left.” Cam was getting better at deflecting the constant prodding for him to tell us how he did on the show. Jason perked up, assuming Cam was giving him some sort of clue that he’d made it to the finals. His shoulders slumped forward almost as soon as Cam started talking again. “Remember, I spent a month living with these people. Even if I’m not on the show, I’m going to want to watch to see how they did.”
Jason groaned. “Babe, you’ve got to give me more than that. Seriously, the only reason I’m watching is for you. Once you’re cut, you can keep watching and I’ll be able to fuck around on the computer without feeling guilty.”
Cam shrugged and turned back to whatever he was working on on the stove. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see along with everyone else.”
He glanced over his shoulder and blew Jason a kiss. Jason scowled, but no one would have believed that he was genuinely upset. If anything, it seemed this had become some sort of ritual for them, and would likely end later tonight when everyone had gone to bed, with Jason trying to coax the information out in exchange for sexual favors.
With sex back on my mind, I realized Bryce and Drew still hadn’t come out of the bedroom. I excused myself and ambled through the great room. I hadn’t made it halfway down the hall when my phone started ringing. Jason glanced at the screen and wished me luck as he tossed the phone in my direction.
It was Sam Carlson, my agent. I tried to tell myself it wasn’t necessarily bad news, but with every day the Sound head office waited to sign my new contract, the less certain I’d become of my future with the team.
“Sam, tell me you have good news for me,” I answered, skipping over pleasantries. It was a holiday week, which made it odd that he was calling now. I couldn’t imagine most of the decision-makers were doing much deciding when they could be off spending time with their families.
