“I’m sorry I ever made you doubt this,” I whispered. Nixon lay on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. With one hand still on his hip, I ran the other along the length of his spine. “I love you, Nixon.”
“Love you too.” The words were muffled against my skin, but the heat of his breath only seared the sentiment into my heart.
It had been one hell of a road, but finally, we were here. Now, the trick was going to be maintaining a balance that would make us both happy, but that could wait. For now, it was time to show him what he meant to me.
I reached out for the condom, handing it to him. He shook his head as he slid down my thighs. “No, that’s for you.”
He ripped open the package and I curled up to watch him roll the latex down my length, trying to run through stats in my mind to keep from coming at the contact. When he flipped open the cap on the lube and poured the slick onto his fingers, I was forced to squeeze the base of my cock, because we were close to it all being over before we began.
I wanted inside Nixon’s body. Desperately. The sounds he made as he smeared the lube over his hole should’ve been illegal. Even with my eyes clenched tight, I could still hear the pleasure he was bringing to himself.
Nixon’s weight shifted and he pulled my hand away from my shaft, his own taking its place as he steadied me. His thighs quivered as he slowly lowered himself onto me, wincing at the burn. I stopped him, giving his body time to adjust to my girth. “There’s no hurry.”
“Easy for you to say,” he ground out. “Been thinking about this a hell of a long time.”
That was news to me. I’d never pushed for Nixon to bottom, even though I’d been dying for this moment, because I figured he wouldn’t be interested. Hell, I wondered what other desires he’d been holding back.
“Breathe out, babe. It’ll be easier.”
Nixon followed my suggestion, taking another deep breath and exhaling as he took my full length into his body. We both groaned at the same time. Nixon leaned forward, resting his head on my shoulder as he began rocking, pumping faster, lifting higher as he rolled his hips. My back arched with the need to come. I reached between our bodies, gripping his cock, stroking in time with him. Nixon threw his head back as his dick pulsed in my hand.
His body tensed and I knew he was barely hanging on. “Let go. Come on, Nix. Do it.”
His ass strangled my cock and I thrust up, hard and fast, tipping him into oblivion. Ropes of cum streaked my chest as I shouted my own release. Nixon collapsed on top of me, my dick still buried in his ass. I’d always been one to clean up as soon as possible, but with Nix, I wanted to lay there, feeling his heart beat a furious rhythm against my chest.
When his breathing started to slow, there were two choices: make him move, or sleep with a used condom on my now flaccid dick. I’d do a lot for Nixon, but the latter simply wasn’t an option, so I nudged him. “Babe, you’ve gotta get up. Otherwise, we’re going to be stuck together in the morning.”
“I could deal with that,” he responded sleepily. I laughed, but gripped the condom with one hand as I pushed him away. He hissed with displeasure at the sudden emptiness. “You’re a real dick, you know that?”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.” I kissed the top of Nixon’s head before easing out of the bed. It felt like we might just be okay.
17
Nixon
Lincoln wasn’t as closedoff to me after I snapped and got him to tell me what was bothering him so much. We talked, more than once, about his fears for both Patrick and Hunter.
Every night when I got home, we’d sit down and work together on figuring out a way for him to slap some sense into the players who thought the league was being overprotective by banning helmet-to-helmet contact and handing out fines to players who played too rough. Yes, football would always be a physical sport, but if youth coaches were trying to teach their players a heads-up approach, we needed their role models following the same philosophy.
On Linc’s last trip home, he’d talked to Patrick about sharing his story. He’d expected Patrick to yell at him to get the fuck out of his house, but had been pleasantly surprised that he’d caught his friend on a good day. There were plenty of tears as Patrick confessed his fears to Lincoln. That led to a late-night phone call so Linc could vent some of his own frustration and anxiety.
He admitted to me that digging in his heels about Hunter finishing his degree had more to do with worrying his son would play through the pain until it was too late to reverse the damage than his long-term plans. When the words spilled out of his mouth, I could practically hear everything clicking into place for him.
It was the first time he’d admitted to himself why he didn’t want his son entering the draft. Having dealt with more than a few rookies in my time, I knew his argument fell on deaf ears, so I promised to show Linc just how much the sport had changed since he’d played. It was the only thing I could do to ease his mind.
The Monday before Christmas, I dragged my ass out of bed at four thirty in the morning despite the fact I hadn’t gotten home until well after midnight. Linc was flying back to Alabama today and I didn’t want him taking a cab.
That was another recent change in our relationship; I wanted to be with him until the last possible minute and insisted on dropping him off, no matter how little sleep I’d gotten.
After pulling out a clean change of clothes for myself, I made the mistake of looking back at Linc, still peacefully asleep in the bed, tempted to crawl back in behind him, just for a few minutes. This would be the longest we’d been apart since September and I was already missing him like crazy. That rationale had me tossing my clothes on the vanity and pulling back the sheets to expose his bare ass.
“We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry,” Linc grumbled, pulling a pillow over his head to block out the bathroom light. After checking to make sure there was another alarm set on my phone, I curled up behind Linc, pulling his body closer to mine.
“You’re the one who’s still sleeping,” I pointed out. Linc wiggled back, pressing his ass against my cock as I ran my fingers lightly down his arm. By this point, I knew every sound he made, every nonverbal sign of arousal.
I glanced at the clock. We needed to leave in less than an hour, but that was plenty of time for us to get off and get cleaned up. If we hurried, there’d even be time for me to make him a quick breakfast while he showered first. It was the least I could do after the way he’d taken care of me every day.
My hand drifted lower, curling around to the front of his hip. He moaned softly as I gripped his dick, stroking slowly as I kissed from his shoulder to the back of his neck. “Nix, we don’t have time.”
