“I wasn’t sure you felt the same way and I was scared,” he admitted with a sheepish grin and a shrug of his shoulders.
My mouth hung open. Of course, he waited for me to admit it first.
“Why do you think it took me so long? I was scared, too,” I said, making myself sound more annoyed than I actually was.
He chuckled, grasped my hand, and gave me moony eyes.
Wanting to make sure no one saw us, I stood, pulling him up with me. “Come on. Let’s go somewhere we can’t be seen.”
We walked hand in hand to the small shack that sold concessions during football games. Behind it, a narrow gap opened between the building and the back of the bleachers. We slipped through and found the perfect spot for privacy.
“I can’t believe I get to do this,” I whispered, cupping his face and kissing him again.
We were both clumsy but so very eager, humming with nerves and excitement. His hands found my hips, drawing me closer. We fit together perfectly, almost the same height. I opened my mouth just a little, tracing his lower lip with my tongue. He responded immediately, parting his lips to invite me in. The thrill that shotthrough me was intoxicating. Kissing was better than anything I’d ever imagined.
We finally pulled back, our foreheads resting together, out of breath and our hearts racing.
“So…are we boyfriends now?” he asked, a playful glint in his eye.
“Do you want to be?” I murmured. “Because I definitely do.”
He nodded. “I want that more than anything.” His smile lit up his face. “I’ve loved you as my best friend forever. Now I get to love you as my boyfriend.”
I hadn’t expected him to say it so soon, but I felt the same way.
“I love you too. You’re everything to me.”
We kissed once more, lost in each other, before heading back to the dance. At the door, our hands brushed.
“One day, I want to walk down the street holding your hand where everyone can see,” I said with a grin.
“I can’t wait,” he replied as he smiled back at me.
My phone buzzes with a notification, and I almost drop it, shattering the memory. Aiden’s piercing eyes stare back at me from the screen; not the boy I once loved, but the man he’s become.
The time jolts me—I’m going to be late. My heart pounding, I remove the plug from my ass and throw on my clothes. Frazzled and full of nerves, I hurry out the door toward what comes next.
Chapter 5
Aiden
Imade it up to my hotel room, barely remembering the journey from the front desk. My heart won’t slow down, and I’m tingling all over. I just saw Jay, talked with him, and hugged him. It’s been fourteen years since I last heard his voice, felt his touch on my skin, and had his lips on mine. I’m buzzing with anticipation at the thought that in less than an hour, I’ll be in a room with him and six other guys, our bodies coming together in ways I only dreamed about as a teenager.
I have a few minutes before I need to head out, so I open Instagram and navigate to Jay’s profile. It’s the one I found three years ago, but I haven’t revisited since. On the screen, he’s with his boyfriend: a mix of cute couple content and sexy shots, all directing followers to their OnlyFans.
I notice something different in Jay this time. There’s a tension in his expression that I hadn’t seen before. But it could just be me overthinking it.
Curious, I subscribe to their OnlyFans page. The content is steady, with post after post of the two of them together, and a mix of pay-per-view collaborations with one or two other guys. I tap play on a video of just the two of them. It’s quick clips of Jay blowing Ray, then it shifts to Jay on his hands and knees, Ray fuckinghim from behind. They don’t speak a word, just some moans and groans, nothing special, no chemistry or heat. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it’s two indifferent strangers going through the motions to get each other off. I file that thought away to analyze later.
Despite the lack of heat in their content, seeing Jay naked sparks a deep desire in me I haven’t felt in a long time. Knowing I’ll have my hands on him soon makes my pulse race and my cock twitch.
Realizing time’s running short, I jump in the shower, the warm water washing away the smell of travel and only slightly easing the nervous pit in my stomach.
When I step out, I put on my usual outfit: a jockstrap, tank top, basketball shorts, and slides. Everything is easy to take off once I get to the room. I take a blue pill, toss my phone and room key into my drawstring bag, and brace myself; it’s time to face the music.
I’m one of the first to arrive at Mac and Leon’s room. It’s just a standard hotel room with a couch, a desk with a rolling chair, a big-screen TV on a dresser, and two queen beds stripped of all but the bottom sheets and pillows.
They mounted cameras, placing one on the curtain rod above the window and another on the TV. The afternoon sunlight spills through the large panes of glass, illuminating the space with a view of the pool below. Two phones rest on light rings, ready to capture every angle. Bottles of lube sit strategically: one on the side table between the beds, the other on the dresser.
